Saiyans surviving on earth.
Vegeta's bowflex
The final punch was thrown, and Vegeta left the gravity room in a huff. "No matter how much I train it never seems to be enough," he thought, "Kakarrot is always one step ahead of me, I need an edge that will defeat him."
The saiyan prince grabbed some chicken out of the fridge (enough to settle his saiyan appatiet) and flicked on the TV while he rested between training sessions.
"Oh but johny, I'll miss you." "Nah," He responded and changed the channel.
"Opps, did I do that?" NO!
"ABCDEFG" ARRGGGGG
"This machine is designed to give you absolute strength." Huh?
Vegeta suddenly paid rapt attention to the screen, even to a point, that he didn't think about the chicken for two whole seconds. "That's right, Bowflew is the worlds most perfect training apparatice, and will take you to the next level of fitness. All you have to do is spend twenty minutes a day, three times a week and you will get any results you want."
Vegeta let out an evil grin.
Three weeks later, it arrived. After a small comotion about the assembly (Vegeta almost blew it to hell) The bowflex stood ready. With it's back rods and padding, grey matalic surface shining, Vegeta stood proud over his new toy. "well, here it goes, this will most likely be the toughest training session of my life if it works."
He spent a few minutes stretching and warming up, staring at the machine the whole time. It sat there taunting him, daring him to try it. Vegeta felt himself break into a cold sweat. This thing looked like it was going to kill him, it was mocking him, he could hear its small voice talking to him, placing missgivings in his mind, "Look at the proud prince, he is no match for me, I will kill the small man."
Vegeta stopped warming up and stared at the machine, fear crowding it's way onto every feature of his face. Sweat dripped down his face, his heart rate increased, and his breathing grew ragged. "This is it, he thought, I am going to die! There is no escape, there is..."
"Hey Vegeta," Bulma nearly scared the shit out of him. "Ooooo, a Bowflex! I've heard about these, but I've never tryed one, do you mind?"
Before he could stop his beloved from getting on the murderous machine, Bulma sat down and grabbed the two handles and pulled.
"Nooooooooo!!!!" Vegeta yelled, jumping foreward to save his wife.
Bulma pulled back on the handles... then let then down again in a controled manner, pulled them again, curled her arms, then put the handles down.
"Not bad," she said, "but it seems a bit sissyfied." She walked out of the room.
Vegeta felt the vien in his forehead pop out, he was furious! This damn machine!!!!!! I'll blast it too hell!!!!!!!!
*outside the room*
There was a loud yell and the tell tale signs of a powerup, and light started flashing from under the door.
"Mom," Trunks started, "Whats wrong with Dad?"
"I don't know, Trunks, I think he's just working out and giving that machine all he has."
Vegeta's bowflex
The final punch was thrown, and Vegeta left the gravity room in a huff. "No matter how much I train it never seems to be enough," he thought, "Kakarrot is always one step ahead of me, I need an edge that will defeat him."
The saiyan prince grabbed some chicken out of the fridge (enough to settle his saiyan appatiet) and flicked on the TV while he rested between training sessions.
"Oh but johny, I'll miss you." "Nah," He responded and changed the channel.
"Opps, did I do that?" NO!
"ABCDEFG" ARRGGGGG
"This machine is designed to give you absolute strength." Huh?
Vegeta suddenly paid rapt attention to the screen, even to a point, that he didn't think about the chicken for two whole seconds. "That's right, Bowflew is the worlds most perfect training apparatice, and will take you to the next level of fitness. All you have to do is spend twenty minutes a day, three times a week and you will get any results you want."
Vegeta let out an evil grin.
Three weeks later, it arrived. After a small comotion about the assembly (Vegeta almost blew it to hell) The bowflex stood ready. With it's back rods and padding, grey matalic surface shining, Vegeta stood proud over his new toy. "well, here it goes, this will most likely be the toughest training session of my life if it works."
He spent a few minutes stretching and warming up, staring at the machine the whole time. It sat there taunting him, daring him to try it. Vegeta felt himself break into a cold sweat. This thing looked like it was going to kill him, it was mocking him, he could hear its small voice talking to him, placing missgivings in his mind, "Look at the proud prince, he is no match for me, I will kill the small man."
Vegeta stopped warming up and stared at the machine, fear crowding it's way onto every feature of his face. Sweat dripped down his face, his heart rate increased, and his breathing grew ragged. "This is it, he thought, I am going to die! There is no escape, there is..."
"Hey Vegeta," Bulma nearly scared the shit out of him. "Ooooo, a Bowflex! I've heard about these, but I've never tryed one, do you mind?"
Before he could stop his beloved from getting on the murderous machine, Bulma sat down and grabbed the two handles and pulled.
"Nooooooooo!!!!" Vegeta yelled, jumping foreward to save his wife.
Bulma pulled back on the handles... then let then down again in a controled manner, pulled them again, curled her arms, then put the handles down.
"Not bad," she said, "but it seems a bit sissyfied." She walked out of the room.
Vegeta felt the vien in his forehead pop out, he was furious! This damn machine!!!!!! I'll blast it too hell!!!!!!!!
*outside the room*
There was a loud yell and the tell tale signs of a powerup, and light started flashing from under the door.
"Mom," Trunks started, "Whats wrong with Dad?"
"I don't know, Trunks, I think he's just working out and giving that machine all he has."
