This chapter takes place right after Cell is defeated.

Chapter 4

Trunks walked through the yard, waving goodbye to all of his friends and his mother. Nearing his time capsule, he glanced at his father leaning up against a nearby tree.

"Father."

The arrogant prince stared at his young son, his dark eyes appearing cold from a distance, yet, shimmering with a hidden emotion of something he couldn't quite place. Vegeta raised two of his fingers and gave a quick wave to his son. Trunks smiled, knowing this was the most open and closest he would he get to the proud saiyajin.

Trunks was killed during his fight against Cell. Upon getting wished back, he was informed that his father had completely lost it and attacked the green android, knowing that he would not win. Trunks was shocked to find out that his father was so enraged by his death. During his trip back to the past his father had shown him no emotion at all. This battle against Cell must have pushed him over the edge.

So the purple-haired demi-saiyajin bid farewell to his friends and family and hopped into his time machine, making his way to his bleak future to fight off the androids that had destroyed everything.

The fighters watched their ally ascend into the blue sky, waving, and then disappear back his time. Bulma stepped up to her proud prince and snuck her arm under his. Usually, in front of the other earth allies he would have shoved her away or scorned her, but he made no actions to leave. She looked into his black eyes and saw a deep sadness wash through them. Was he upset that his son left to the future? Or was there more?

Her arm slid back out of Vegeta's and she turned to her friends. With a big sigh she grinned and shrugged.

"What now?"

What now indeed?

…………….

"Get more of that Hypnotiq over here!" Yamcha laughed, waving his martini glass back and forth.

Bulma, red faced and stumbling staggered over and poured more of the blue liquor into her ex-boyfriend's glass while giggling stupidly.

Several of fighters decided that it was time to celebrate their victory against the android invasion. They also used this "little" party as a chance to relax and try to get over their woes at losing Goku. Surprisingly enough, Vegeta had decided to join in.

Bulma wasn't too shocked, though. She knew that something was bothering him greatly. It was probably a combination of things. It seemed that Goku's death had greatly affected him, in a way that didn't affect the others. Through her slightly spinning and hazy head, she remembered the event that occurred after everyone returned home from the momentous battle.

Bulma had been waiting at home. The camera that had been recording the Cell games lost all visual and she was left in the dark when it came to knowing how her husband, son, and all her friends were doing. It seemed like agonizing hours she had to wait for Vegeta to return.

She remembered him slowly entering the house. His energy seemed to have left him completely and a haunted, dark shadow rested in his eyes. Something horrible had happened. It horrified her greatly. Was someone dead? Did they lose and Cell was preparing to destroy the earth? She had never really seen such a lost and empty emotion on her usually arrogant, smirking husband's face.

She would later learn that both her best friend and her son had been killed. A numbing shock swept through her and she found herself in Vegeta's arms. Or was it….Vegeta found his way into her arms?

Trunks was wished back, but Goku decided to remain in the after life. He had said that all the problems on earth were due to his existence. He wanted no more danger or violence to occur on earth anymore.

Obviously this decision affected Vegeta more than anyone else could see. His friends and loved ones accepted it. It was still painful, but everyone trusted Goku and understood that he knew what was best for Earth. But Vegeta could not take it. She could see the pain in his eyes. Was it because he actually cared for Goku? Was he upset that Goku's thirteen-year-old son defeated Cell and transformed into a super-saiyajin 2, and not he? She stared at him as the dragon repeated that Goku wished to not come back. She had never seen his expression fall so fast and horror fill his features like that before.

And then….then they decided to tell Chi-Chi. The whole "Z gang" went to the small cottage house, including Vegeta. It was very strange that he would want to follow along with everyone else to give the news to his enemy's wife that her husband was dead and never to return.

Chi-Chi came outside and saw the mourning faces of the warriors who were exhausted from the epic battle. She scanned the small group and her face became paler as she saw no Goku. Ox-King exited the house behind her and put a large hand on her shoulder. The small battle-worn Gohan slowly walked to his mother and took her hand. Bulma could see that he could not bring himself to say it.

"Where….where is Goku?" Chi-Chi's voice shook, as she tried to suppress the tears that were building.

Gohan looked up at her, and then slowly gazed at the green grass. Bulma stepped forward.

"Chi-Chi," she said softly. "I-I'm afraid that Goku…is…dead."

Her friend's large brown eyes widened and tears brimmed her eyelids. Her grip on Gohan's hand grew tighter.

"Why isn't he wished back?"

Her voice was barely audible. She looked at Trunks who had recently been wished back. She could see the broken armor and gaping whole where he had caught the blast in his chest. Bulma looked her friend right in the face, trying to fight back her own tears.

"He decided, that….that it would be better if he was not wished back. He thought it would be better for everyone if he weren't on earth anymore to bring all this trouble. It was his decision."

Bulma could feel tears slip from her eyes as she spoke these painful words. Chi-Chi's lip quivered, and soon, she too was crying. Trunks, Krillen, Piccolo, Yamcha, Tien, and Choutzu bowed their heads for their fallen comrade. Vegeta however stared straight forward, a stony façade on his blank features.

Chi-Chi felt her heart ripping apart. Goku was dead, never to return! She could feel an uncontrollable grief sweep through her. Her husband! Her one true love! He was torn from her. Tears flowed down her face. Along with this knowledge came a burning rage. She could feel her heart race and her tears fall faster as she trembled with anger. How dare he do this to her? She thought he loved her! She felt like hitting something. She felt like screaming and ripping her hair out.

"Mom?" Gohan whispered, tugging her hand.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She squeezed her eyes shut and removed her delicate hand from her son's firm grip. The anger was not subsiding. She felt like she would burst! She needed someone to blame, since she could not scream at Goku himself.

Vegeta watched as Goku's wife turned from ghostly pale to a deep red as emotions swept through her. He knew what was happening. She felt the grief at the loss of her beloved, and now she needed an outlet to relinquish her anger on. She felt betrayed. Understandable. So did he. Kakerotto had just decided to take away all of his dreams.

First, the third class piece of shit achieved super-saiyajin before he did. Vegeta was raised depending on the fact that HE would be the one to become the Legendary, not Kakerotto. Then he defeated Frieza. That was the most horrific thing that could happen to Vegeta. The sick, pale lizard had fucked him over his entire life. Hell! He was the one who took away his life, and Kakerotto was the one to defeat him. Vegeta had trained and trained for the day that he could look his adversary in his grinning, stupid face and pick him apart. Now…now he had nothing to look forward to. What was he to do? Train to defeat a thirteen-year-old brat that had surpassed him? No. He knew that he would just destroy himself training, and in the end achieve nothing. After he saw Kakerotto give away his life to save everyone, it was then that he realized, that his life was over. His goals diminished in those last few seconds, and he would never achieve his goal in defeating Kakerotto once and for all.

"You," a snarling voice hissed.

Vegeta shook himself from his daydream and glanced up to see Chi-Chi striding toward him. He made no move at all, just watched her storm at him with a hand raised.

"This is all your fault!"

The defenders of earth could only stare in shock as the black-haired woman made her way toward the arrogant saiyajin who was standing under a nearby tree. As she got closer, Vegeta made no attempt to stop her. He held a stoic, emotionless expression as she approached. They even noticed that he was lowering his ki as she approached him.

"You killed my Goku!" She screamed, her face bright red. "You let that monster Cell transform and he got too strong! You let him get too strong! YOUR STUPID FUCKING ARROGANCE AND DEMENTED PRIDE MADE HIM DIE!"

At these words, Vegeta's eyes widened a bit in an expression of deep hurt. He seemed to not notice the flecks of spit fly onto his face from each word. Bulma gasped as Chi-Chi's upraised hand swung and slammed into the side of his face.

The other fighters tensed and waited to see what Vegeta would do. The force of the hit had actually caused his head to snap to one side. They watched in shock as he slowly turned to face the enraged woman again. She was so infuriated with him that she could not see the defeat and ghostly anguish in his dead eyes.

"Again," he said flatly.

Her eyes widened, as did everyone else's and they watched as Chi-Chi raised her hand again and struck in the same spot with the same force. Bulma held her hands to her mouth. Why wasn't he stopping her? Why was he egging her on?

The fighters blinked with amazement at the force in both hits. Vegeta had intentionally lowered his power enough to allow the attacks to hurt him. His eyes met her again, showing that the left side of his cheek was a bright red. His expression was even more filled with sadness as he stared into her enraged face.

"Is that it?"

This time the slap became an angry fist that caught the saiyajin in the nose and mouth. His head snapped to the side with an even greater force. This time when he looked up, a tiny trickle of blood escaped the corner of his nostril and lip. Chi-Chi was beginning to regain her composure as she stared at the man who bled before her. She was finally able to see the defeat settled on his cold features. It almost looked as if he was about to cry.

"Anymore?" He asked in a whisper.

She felt her anger rise again, mistaking his anguished whisper as a mocking sneer. She raised her hand once more. Vegeta stared forward as her hand shot down at him again.

"Chi-Chi! That's enough!" Bulma screamed.

The black-haired woman stopped inches from the saiyajin's face. She blinked a few times and slowly lowered her hand. She glared at Vegeta.

"That's all I can deliver," she said softly. "That is all the pain I can inflict on you, but I hope you understand it. I hope you know that your arrogance and pride hurt those around you and yourself."

She looked as if she wanted to say more, but shook her head. Slowly, she turned away from him and staggered back to her father and young son. Sobbing again, she was led into the house. Gohan glanced behind him and looked at Bulma. He mouthed the word "sorry" and the saddened family made their way into the house.

Bulma stood in the middle of her living room as music thumped and her friends chuckled. She recalled this incident as she watched the saiyajin with the black-flame hair. Vegeta sat in the middle of the couch next to Yamcha and downed his ninth shot of gin. He was a saiyajin and she knew that he could handle his liquor. Or she hoped. She had never seen him drunk before, but so far, he seemed able to keep his composure.

Trunks had stayed for a few days before deciding to take off to his time. Those few days, Vegeta just took it easy, or so it seemed. He never trained once, but just sat around the house, staring off into space, lost in his own world. Trunks noticed it, too, and he and his mother watched the prince afar.

After Bulma's future son left, Yamcha had the "great" idea to throw a party in Goku's honor. The blue-haired scientist knew, though, that the restless fighters just needed a chance to let go and party for once after three years of intense training. At her house that night was Krillen, Yamcha, Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar, her parents, herself and Vegeta. Tien and Choutsu weren't really up for a night of drinking, nor was Piccolo, considering the fact that he lived off water, not alcohol. Gohan was far too young and Chi-Chi was still too bitter at Vegeta to show her face at Capsule Corp. But even for a small group, it seemed like quite a large party.

Yamcha laughed and slapped Vegeta on the back. Bulma gave her saiyajin lover a sheepish shrug as the prince smirked. She could see his flushed face grow redder as he took in more alcohol. She was glad, and amazed, that he allowed himself to relax for once.

"And then!" Yamcha laughed harder. "Then Goku didn't know what a girl was! He! He didn't even….."

The dopey human cackled even more and Vegeta raised an eyebrow. Normally if this certain human got too close to him he would have attempted to shove his head up his ass, but at the moment, his idiotic laughter seemed to spur him on, too. Vegeta found himself trying to contain his chuckling.

"So Bulma raises her skirt and shows little…um, like eight or something year-old Goku that she sure is a girl!"

Bulma's face fell at this piece of information Yamcha just confided in Vegeta. The room seemed to grow quiet as they watched Vegeta's reaction. Krillen held his breath, trying not to laugh. Vegeta stared at Yamcha for a moment before cracking up himself. The whole room roared with laughter, as the usually uptight prince cackled like an idiot.

Krillen stood from the small, comfortable chair in the living room and promptly fell over. This made the room laugh even more.

"How much has he had to drink?" Bulma asked.

"Like, two of those Mike Lemonade things," Vegeta snorted.

Yamcha went into a fit of laughter and rolled off the couch. Bulma sighed, shook her head and plopped down next to the relaxed saiyajin. She grinned at Vegeta's smiling face and laughed. Krillen grabbed a drink for Bulma from a cooler on the ground and reached over Vegeta's lap to hand it to her.

Grinning, she leaned over to grab it and felt Vegeta's hand on the back of her head. This caused the whole room to go into uncontrollable laughter as she realized that Vegeta was making an obscene gesture by forcing her head down near his "nether regions" and she sat up quickly slapping her playful husband. He too had gone into a fit of laughter. She knew that he had a sense of humor, but he never showed it off in front of large crowds, especially not in front of the other earthlings.

Yamcha and Krillen rolled around on the ground giggling like idiots. As the night went on, everyone was beginning to retire. Master Roshi had gone from trying to impress Bulma and her mother by attempting some of his old martial arts, to sleeping with is head on her kitchen table and a snot bubble ballooning out his nose.

Bulma fell asleep against Vegeta's shoulder some time during the night and awoke to hear him talking to Krillen and Yamcha. All three of them sounded extremely drunk and were slurring their words. She struggled to keep herself awake, while she allowed her eyes to stay closed. She was so comfortable against Vegeta's shoulder and never wanted to move from the warm spot on the couch.

"Yeah, and god, she was….is so beautiful," she heard Krillen mumble.

Who was he talking about? She could feel herself blushing as she thought they were talking about her.

"She's a fucking android," she heard Vegeta hiss.

Oh.

She cracked an eye open and saw Yamcha and Krillen sitting back to back on the floor, fighting to stay awake. Vegeta slowly tipped a bottle of some dark, strong liquor back and forth on the arm of the couch. She closed her eye again, hoping he wouldn't spill it. She assumed that everyone else had gone to bed.

"But, she's so beautiful," Krillen murmured. "And she wasn't all that bad. She seemed ok."

"Or so (hiccup), or so you say," Yamcha slurred. "You'll just be walking through town someday and BOOM! Hand insert through stomach."

She felt Vegeta shake with laughter and heard the other two follow suit. Boys.

"So, what are you guys gonna do now?" Krillen asked.

Yamcha chuckled slightly. "I think I'm gonna get a steady job, get a girlfriend, get laid!"

The three broke out in laughter again.

"Yeah!" Krillen laughed. "Get a girlfriend and get laid, since someone here stole your little woman."

She heard Yamcha and Krillen begin to wrestle on the floor and she hid a small smile as Vegeta laughed. Finally the two humans settled down.

"So no more training for you?" Krillen asked.

"That's right," Yamcha replied. "I'm done with martial arts. From now on it's all girl chasing and pimping."

Krillen let out a loud cackle and snorted.

"Martial arts never stopped you from doing that before!" The short fighter mocked.

Yamcha laughed and asked him what he would do.

"About the same," Krillen said. "Get a girl, get a job, and retire from fighting."

The room became silent and Bulma could tell that both fighters were waiting for Vegeta. Maybe he was asleep. But he shifted into a more comfortable position for himself and for her.

"Well, what about you, Mr. Saiyajin Prince?" Yamcha asked.

"Ah-ah," Vegeta replied. "That's the Saiyajin formerly known as Prince."

The three of them laughed again. Bulma found that an odd thing for Vegeta to say, but blamed it on the liquor.

"I…I think I will do the same," he said softly.

Her stomach plummeted and she hoped that it didn't mean she was going to be sick from the alcohol. Yamcha and Krillen scoffed.

"Vegeta, you already have a girl," Krillen pointed out.

"No," the saiyajin interjected. "I mean the not fighting part. I think I shall retire as well."

There was a moment of silence before the two humans burst into a frenzy of laughter. Bulma could not believe her ears. Vegeta, the Saiyajin Prince, just said that HE was going to retire from fighting? She gave herself a mental slap. Clearly he was drunker than she thought.

"I'm serious!"

This got more laughter from the two dolts on the floor. Suddenly Vegeta rose and her head hit the soft, warm cushion where he was sitting. She opened her bleary eyes and saw the small saiyajin waving his bottle of liquor around. He had a small smile on his face.

"No more fighting for me!" He said over the continuous laughing. "I'm done! No training, no fighting, no saiyajins, no anything!"

Bulma couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but she felt her heart ripping apart from these words, even if he was joking or not. Hearing Vegeta say that fighting was no longer a part of his life was unbelievable and incredibly sad.

"Oh come on," Yamcha smirked. "You're a Saiyajin AND you're Vegeta. That's what you are. You're a fighter."

Bulma noticed the cold silence that filled the room over Yamcha and Krillen's snickering. It appeared that Vegeta really was serious and the words that Yamcha just spoke hit a soft spot.

"Not anymore," he replied so softly, she wasn't sure anyone else heard.

"I say that you'll be training tomorrow," Yamcha sneered.

Krillen shook his bald head. "This is Vegeta we're talking about. He'll hold true…for a while!" The two humans laughed again. "I give him two weeks before he's back to training."

Bulma glanced up at Vegeta and felt her heart sink as she saw the same expression of lost sadness he wore when he encountered Chi-Chi that one day. He quickly regained his laid-back demeanor and shook his head.

"Nope," he said, raising his bottle and peering into it. "There's no point. If a thirteen-year-old and his mother can defeat me, then I shouldn't be a fighter. Saiyajin prince…..ha!"

And with that, Vegeta placed the bottle against his lips and began to chug the dark liquid inside. Yamcha and Krillen laughed and cheered him on. Bulma wasn't sure how much he had to drink, and she couldn't make out what kind of bottle he was inhaling, but she felt a sense of dread take hold.

Yamcha and Krillen chanted "chug, chug, chug!" as Vegeta downed the bottle and tossed it aside. All three of them cheered. Yamcha and Krillen stood and all three of them grabbed each other's hands and jumped around in a circle like little boys, cheering like dumbasses. She couldn't repress the laughter at the sight. Suddenly Vegeta's grin disappeared and he let go, his hands flying to his mouth. Yamcha and Krillen laughed harder as the saiyajin bolted to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

Bulma slowly sat up and rubbed her head as a headache began to form. She glanced at the two goofy warriors rolling on the ground with laughter and she sighed. Give liquor to the two idiots and they could become the biggest morons imaginable. She slowly stood, stumbling a bit as the room spun and made her way to the door. Pressing her ear against the wooden structure, she could hear the splash of liquid in the toilet and Vegeta heaving.

She tried the handle and was relieved to feel that it wasn't locked. Peering into the small bathroom she saw Vegeta draped over the toilet, his arms lying along the rim and his forehead against his forearms. She smiled faintly and sat beside him, resting her hand on his back. He didn't even move, or seem to notice her there.

"No more liquor for you for a while," she muttered.

At the word of "liquor" Vegeta gagged and dry heaved in the toilet. He had nothing more in his stomach to vomit. Bulma sighed and rubbed his back that shook from the force of his retching.

Vegeta became aware that he was in the bathroom. He didn't really remember how he got there, but knew that he felt miserable and wished that the room would stop moving. He dared not raise his dizzy head for fear of becoming sicker. So he placed his head on his arms and stared down into the murky toilet water. He made sure not to close his eyes, because that seemed to make things worse.

Vegeta hadn't gotten drunk very often. While under Frieza's guard, he never could let his guard down or consume anything that intoxicated. The sadistic lizard would have pissed if the arrogant saiyajin made a fool of himself while in his army. Never had Vegeta drank this much. He didn't know what he had been thinking, but he knew that before he was in this situation, he had been having a good time. He thought, or hoped.

He needed to get his mind off Kakerotto. He needed to get his mind off his defeat….the defeat he realized was his whole life. Sure he was feeling upset, too, that his son Trunks had left. The image of his brave young son getting shot in the chest was always sitting on his mind. There was too much swirling through his head and he decided to get rid of it for the time being. So he drank. He let everything go and acted a fool with all the other earthlings.

What did he have to lose? Nothing. He remembered faintly saying something about not fighting anymore and felt his stomach heave again. As warm, sour liquid passed through his mouth, he knew that he wasn't feeling sick from saying something so weak and uncharacteristic, he was sick because he knew that what he said was true. Thinking about training in the future made him ill. Of course, it was the alcohol, but through his feverish feeling mind, he understood that training and fighting was no longer going to be needed in his life.

His emotions were mixed and uncontrollable as the alcohol swept through him. He never really knew that being intoxicated would have so much power over his feelings. He became aware that someone was sitting with him, rubbing a hand across his trembling back. He felt sweat dripping and kept getting chills along with waves of heat. God, he just wanted to stop feeling sick and he cursed himself for being so stupid.

"Do you want a blanket?" Bulma's voice spoke softly.

He wiped his nose, which was dripping as much as his mouth and nodded. He felt his loved one leave his side and he tried to relax his shaking muscles.

Bulma entered the living room and found Krillen draped over Yamcha's back as the two of them snored loudly. She rolled her blue eyes and found a blanket for Vegeta. Returning to him, she found him in the same position, but asleep. Biting her lip, she decided to move him onto his side, but worried about waking him. Much to her relief she managed to pull him over onto his side and placed some towels under his head without him even stirring. She wanted to stay near him, but knew that he would be all right. Turning to leave, she glanced at his pale, sleeping features and sighed. He always looked so lovely while he slept. Turning off the lights and closing the door halfway, she left him to sleep.

He woke up to a splitting headache, but much to his relief, darkness. Shifting on the uncomfortable floor, he gazed toward the crack of the partly opened door and realized he was in the bathroom. His stomach kept leaping and it felt like sour acid was settled in his chest. He groaned miserably and sat up, feeling the room spin slightly.

He no longer felt as drunk, but he could barely remember anything that happened during the night. With much of a struggle, he got to his feet, seeing that he was still in his black shirt and khaki pants. His shoes were gone and he stood on the cold floor with white socks. As soon as he stood, his stomach clenched and his face was back in the toilet.

Bulma sat in the kitchen next to the living room drinking a coffee and eating a bagel. She heard a groan from the bathroom and then the sound of vomiting again. She sighed and picked up her newspaper.

She awoke that morning around 10:30 a.m. and made her way downstairs. Krillen and Yamcha had slept in until 12:00 before waking and promptly throwing up themselves. They decided to leave about a half hour later with the old pervert Roshi and the house was instantly quiet again. It was 1:15 now and it seemed that Vegeta was awake and probably feeling quite ill.

He staggered into the kitchen and she forced back a pitied laugh. His hair was a mess and he was so pale. Broken blood vessels were all over his face, especially under his eyes, and he looked exhausted. He slumped down in a chair across from her and eyed her bagel.

"Hungry?" She asked, waving the food before him.

She saw him hold back a gag and brought the bagel back down.

"Did everyone leave?"

Her blue hair shook as she nodded.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself last night," Bulma laughed.

Vegeta gave her a darkened gaze. "What did I do?"

She shrugged and told him about him dancing around with Krillen and Yamcha and various other deeds he attempted. He gave a light laugh and shook his head. Her blue eyes bore into him and she placed her bagel down on her plate.

"You also said that you were going to retire."

Vegeta felt is stomach drop. For some reason, these words sounded quite familiar….and quite accurate. He had said that, didn't he? He wanted to say that he was just bitter at the whole Cell game experience, but he knew that it was more. He knew that he was telling the truth, and indeed, was not going to fight anymore. He pondered this, and realized more and more that there was really no point in training. A black hole suddenly seemed to appear at his feet and a slow, cold anxiety began to creep through his bones.

Bulma stared at him as his face became instantly paler and the same, lost expression appeared on his features.

"Well, you were drunk," she said, "so don't look too much into it."

"No," Vegeta's scratchy voice replied. "I was correct in that. It's true. I….I won't fight anymore."

Bulma watched Vegeta with a numbing cold that filled her senses. This was not Vegeta. This was not the saiyajin that she had learned to love.

"Look," she spoke slowly. "I know you are upset by Goku's death. I know that your experience in helping Gohan defeat Cell was shocking to you and everyone else. Admitting defeat is hard to handle, but it's no reason to throw away everything you live for. You-"

"Stop it!" Vegeta yelled, standing suddenly. "You don't get it! I am serious! Why should I fight? Why should I train? I'll never get another chance to fight Kakerotto! I'll never be able to show that I am the Prince of all Saiyajins by proving my strength against him! He defeated me on earth, he turned super-saiyajin before I did, he defeated Frieza, and now his son has surpassed me in strength!"

His face was red and he seemed unable to control his shaking hands. Bulma watched in awe as waves of anger, anguish, and defeat covered his features. The strength that emanated from him suddenly seemed to vanish and he slouched over the table.

"He put his hand on the side of Cell, giving a knowing look that made everyone feel at ease," Vegeta explained quietly, Bulma hanging onto his every word. "He teleported the android without fear and allowed himself to get destroyed along with the monster. Without any fear he tried to save earth and died.…he died because of my pride." His voice was almost a whisper now. "I helped destroy one of the last saiyajins. And now I am the only one left. I am the saiyajin prince of a dead race; a nearly extinct species, and I helped it happen."

He slumped back in his chair, his head low and one hand to the side of his face. Bulma felt her lip begin to quiver and she stood. His mind was made. He decided that he could no longer be the confident, warrior that he once was. He was missing the one thing in his life to keep him training. He was missing his determination, and his determination was Goku.

Walking behind him, she placed her hand on his shoulder to feel him trembling. A few tears fell, but she could think of nothing to help him with. This decision was his own, and he had to decide what path to follow now.

Ok, ok, not the most happy ending, but what can I say? I really do want to make another chapter after this one, but I have no idea what it should be about. So how about this, if you want a chapter, or tid bit, to be written, just let me know what you want to read. I would love to hear what ideas you have or what you would want to see, so review and let me know. So, if there is going to be another chapter, I don't know when it will be up, but make sure and read and review. It will probably be around the Buu saga, or the time before it, and I hope it will be funnier, but as of now, I have no idea.