Seeing Things Clearly

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Chapter 9: Quite the Klutz

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Vegeta curled in tighter on himself as the fists ahead continued to attack him relentlessly. He crossed his arms tighter across his chest in an iron defence as the punches were thrown at him and before long they stopped. The prince took this as a chance to attack and shot forward, throwing a punch of his own only to find himself held by his attacking arm above the ground and off his feet, dangling there in Goku's grip.

He glared at the younger Saiyan and Goku stared back at him in shock.

"Wow" he muttered "That was really sloppy Vegeta – some thing I'd expect from the boys – not you"

Vegeta snorted and flipped himself out of his rival's grip, only to land on the floor and trip over a rather large rock falling flat on his rear end. A small growl of annoyance escaped his lips as Goku raised a sceptic eyebrow at his friend's behaviour. Normally Vegeta was very graceful and really quite spectacular to watch in battle, but over the last few months he'd become somewhat of a … klutz.

"Something bothering you?" Goku asked curiously "Need to talk about anything?"

"No" the Prince replied stubbornly "What would make you think that?"

Goku took a seat beside the flame-haired Saiyan.

"Well you seem kind of distracted – have a for a while now"

"So?"

"Well that's not really like you"

"So?"

"Ah, you're in one of those moods"

Vegeta chuckled lightly as Goku sighed beside him and lay down under the sun's rays. After a short while the Prince lay beside him – it was obvious that they were done training for the day.

"You ready to talk yet?" Goku asked hopefully, after about an hour of silence

"Nope"

A groan of annoyance escaped Goku's throat and the prince couldn't help by let a small evil laugh escape.

Hours passed and before he knew it, Vegeta was on his way home. He had said goodbye to his long time rival and was just now touching down on Capsule Corp. lawn. He stumbled lightly as he landed and hummed in annoyance. This clumsiness thing really was getting old fast.

"You okay daddy?"

Vegeta flinched as the worried voice of his 15 year old daughter filled the silence. He didn't know anybody had seen that.

"Fine"

"That landing didn't look fine to me" Bulma smirked

"Oh great" Vegeta replied sarcastically "You're there too – I suppose the whole fucking lot of the Z Warriors are too and you're all having a fan-fucking-tastic barbeque huh?"

Silence was the prince's only reply and he slowly turned around to face where his mate's voice had come from only to smell the cooking meat and be assaulted by many familiar scents.

"Oh shit" he whispered

"Oh shit indeed" Piccolo replied from his perch under a tall tree

"You all saw that?" Vegeta asked quietly

"Yep" Krillen replied, the grin evident in his voice

"Damn"

With that said Vegeta stormed off into the house, slamming the door behind him. He visibly deflated in embarrassment as he heard the roars of laughter erupt after his departure.

"Why do these things always happen to me?" he questioned himself silently "I'm going to bed"

He slowly made his way up to his room and flopped onto his bed. Training with Goku was getting harder lately. If only the younger Saiyan could realise the strain he had been under over the last four or so months then maybe he's lay off a little, but Vegeta would rather die first than ask him to go easy on him – after all, he may be going a little soft, but he still had his pride.

With a tired sigh, the Prince rolled over onto his front and buried his head in his pillow. Another severe headache was coming and the beaming sun wasn't helping.

That's right. He could see the sun.

Slowly over the last year, Vegeta had found that shapes were becoming clearer and he could distinguish different factors such as brightness and darkness, people and animals etc. Unfortunately, with prince concentrating on trying to figure out what things were with his eyes, he wasn't paying much attention to anything else, resulting in his becoming quite clumsy and distracted.

He knew that people were worried about him, but he didn't want to say anything. The last thing he wanted to do was to make a big fuss and say that e was getting his sight back when he didn't really know what was happening.

"Hey dad"

Vegeta grunted into his pillow, letting his son know that he was awake.

"You got a headache again"

"Mff"

"You want some pain killers?"

Vegeta rolled over and made a grab for his dark glasses.

"Nah" he replied "I've got to get used to it"

"Mum thinks you're losing your touch – she's worried you're going to hurt yourself" Trunks explained as he sat on the edge of the bed

"She should know better" Vegeta replied, propping himself up on his elbows "I've taken care of myself this long"

"Yeah, but you have been a bit…"

"I know, I know" Vegeta replied "Don't say it, I know I've been sloppy, but it's hard to explain boy"

"I know dad – but I'm sure you'll be fine"

Vegeta sorted at his son's encouraging words. With way he was treating him you would think that Vegeta was the child and Trunks was the father.

"Whatever" Vegeta replied, reaching forward and ruffling hi son's hair

Trunks laughed and batted the hand away.

"So how's it going then?" The boy asked after a while

Vegeta didn't have to ask to now that Trunks was talking about his sight.

"You want to know a secret?" Vegeta asked smirking

Trunks nodded enthusiastically, though he knew his father probably couldn't see it.

"I can see things when its dark – I saw your mothers face last night"

"Really!" Trunks asked excitedly "That's great!"

"Hush boy!" Vegeta reprimanded "It's not that good sight, but I could see her pretty clearly and I could make out the detail"

"This is so great dad - I can't wait until you see me"

"…I already have" Vegeta admitted "I check on you and your sister throughout the night and I can sometimes see you quite clearly"

"So?" Trunks asked excitedly "What do you think of me?"

"Hideous" Vegeta replied with a smirk

"That's ok then" Trunks grinned back

"Hm?"

"Because mum says I'm still looking more like you every day!"

"In that case you're looking more handsome than ever" Vegeta smirked

Trunks started to laugh and Vegeta's smirk widened. He and Trunks and been brought closer through the loss of his sight and although he had missed many thing because of it, he had to admit it did have its upsides. Who knows how they would have turned out if he hadn't have lost his vision.

"What are you two laughing about?" Bulma asked from the doorway

"We're just thinking about how handsome we are" Trunks replied and Bulma rolled her eyes

"Whatever" she replied with a smile "The foods ready if you want to com back down Trunks … will you be coming Vegeta"

"Thanks mum … see ya dad" Trunks spoke before disappearing through the door

"I don't think so" Vegeta replied "I'd rather stay here"

"Anything wrong?" Bulma asked worriedly

"Nope" Vegeta replied with a smirk "Everything's just fine"

"If you say so" Bulma replied "If you do decide to come down you should know that there are some clothes on the stairs and some junk in the hallway – be careful not to trip over them"

Vegeta blushed at his wife's comments. Though he knew she was only looking for him, it was still embarrassing for him to be seen so clumsy. Maybe he would just spend the rest of the day in his room working a little more on improving his concentration and focus … after all, surely he couldn't make a fool of himself in his own room where there was nobody to see him.

With that thought, the Prince moved to turn back around on the bed and became twisted up in the sheets, falling to the floor in a heap of limbs and blanket. Goku chose that moment to appear in the bedroom to check on Vegeta using his instant translocation technique.

"Uh … Vegeta?"

"Fucking great!"