Red light surrounded him as he got his pushups in. His arms were sore from his last training regimen. He continued lowering himself towards the floor and then lifting himself back up. His face was scrunched up into a scowl as he tried to focus more on the number he had done than the pain each one of these were causing him.

This was the beginning of his routine, how was he already feeling like this? The lack of sleep could always be an answer. Usually when he couldn't sleep, he chose to train more rather than waste time staring up at the ceiling. His body always wanted to fight him, this being not the first time he felt this way.

How many months had it been now since he began living at this compound? How many months of pushing his body beyond its limits? He couldn't remember, but he had known too many as the answer. He should have ascended as the legendary Super Saiyan by now! He couldn't wrap his mind around his situation. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong!

What did Kakarot do that allowed him to reach that legendary peak? He trained at one hundred times Earth's gravity. Vegeta was doing almost four times that! Had something happened with Frieza that he didn't know about? Him being dead, he missed their fight.

If it was enough to have to wish an entire planet back, it must have been a real fight. A fight he should have been included in.

The tiniest part of him wanted to actually ask Kakarot for advice, at least point him in the right direction of things. Because right now, he had no idea what to do next. But there was no way in hell his pride would actually allow him to go through with that. The guy was stronger than him, he hated to admit it but it was still very true.

Even when they had their spar back after the gathering, he could tell the other male had been holding back. Hell, he didn't even transform during their fight. He didn't need to, Vegeta knew he wouldn't be able to keep up with him,

He glanced over to the bots he'd soon be sparring with. The woman had done a good job rebuilding them. Apparently she used the knowledge from the one that he had brought her back then and transferred it into the new ones. While she had become less annoying these past few weeks, she really was a genius.

He'd never dare to tell her that though. Her head was as big as his own, she'd take the compliment straight to her heart and bring it up more than once down the road. He didn't want to have to worry about that happening down the road.

He noticed she was in her lab more often now, he could feel her weak ki without even trying. He found himself tracking it without trying to. She was just like him, staying in there for hours at end. He wasn't too sure what she was working on in there, but it must have been something to keep her that distracted. Hell, it had been two weeks since he had last seen Scarface on the compound.

Maybe the idiot was finally going to start training. Not like he would even stand a chance to the androids when they came. Or maybe the woman had finally realized how much time she was wasting on being with a male like that.

He'd be ready androids, he'd make sure he would be. He'd be in shame otherwise.

After all of this time, he knew he was much stronger than he had been before. When the boy from the future explained to them what happened in his time, he couldn't believe his ears when he found out someone stronger than him had taken him out. How much stronger could they have been to take someone like him out? He wouldn't let that happen in his timeline. While he had no idea how strong they really were, he knew where he was now just wasn't good enough. He needed to be stronger, he didn't want to risk it.

Finishing his push ups, he immediately got in the positions to do some sit ups. There was no time to rest, he just needed to keep going before his body failed him. He'd spar with the bots for two hours and then take a meal break. Then he'd fight them for another three hours. Then he'd be done, most likely.

Wiping the sweat from his eyes, he continued his workout. His body screamed at him to stop this madness, he did well to ignore it. Work through the pain. Everything will be well worth it once he became a super saiyan. It had to be. He just needed to figure out how to get to that level. Maybe he had to be on the brink of death, by the way he was pushing himself, he wasn't sure that wouldn't be too far away.

After the sit ups, he decided that a break was needed. Though him feeling weakened was no excuse, he needed some fresh air before he fought those bots. If he turned them on now, there would be no way he'd last two hours. Turning the gravity off, he immediately felt relief take over his sore body. Ignoring the small limp he had going on, he walked out of the room with a frown.

The moment he stepped out, the cool night air hit against his hot body. The sun was nowhere near rising, the moon holding it's spot currently. Stars coated the skies, not a cloud in sight. Walking in the grass, he took a moment to enjoy the view above him.

Even when he was purging planets with Nappa and Radditz, he enjoyed taking a moment to stare up at the night sky. That was one of the things that all of the planets he had visited had in common. The night sky always looked the same, always coated in a layer of stars. Earth was no different, he just wasn't trying to kill everyone on it. Yet at least.

Looking towards the side, he noticed the capsule corporation building with only one light on. He knew exactly who was preoccupying the room at the moment. Feeling himself levitate in the air, he found himself heading in the direction. Raising up to the higher level, he snuck a peek inside the window.

He could only imagine how hard of a time she would give him if she caught him in the act.

Looking inside, he noticed her at her desk. She was wearing that white lab coat she liked to wear. Her arms were crossed on the table, her head resting on them. While her face was turned away from him, he could only assume she had fallen asleep while working. He snorted, if she was that tired, why hasn't she just gone to her room? He didn't understand.\

He also did not understand why he was here. It took him a few days after recovering before he had remembered what happened with his training room exploding. He remembered she had him in her arms, he recalled her calling for help. He didn't understand why she did what she had done. He had threatened her planet, had her 'boyfriend', as she called it, killed by his order. Every day he gave her reasons to hate him, all of her friends had taken the hint. She however, refused to think otherwise.

He didn't understand why she was in the room with him when he was unconscious. He had later been informed by the older man that she had refused to leave. She took care of him while he was healing. What did he do to deserve such care? He was the bad guy, she should have just left him there. If he died, well, then he died. If not, he could have just lived with the shame.

Vegeta knew that she blamed herself, he couldn't wrap his mind around it. Rather than blaming herself, she should have been proud that something she created almost put an end to him. No one living could ever tell that tale, but she could. Instead, she had taken it the worst way possible.

He felt no ill way towards her, maybe a little proud if anything. Most definitely impressed. The woman definitely was something, enough to peak his interest.

Suddenly notice her head lift, he moved to the side. She had looked around tiredly, wiping at her eyes. Realizing she had fallen asleep, she yawned before picking up her pencil and going back at what she was working on. It reminded him that his own break was lasting longer than he had intended. He needed to get back to training.

Turning around, he flew back towards the GR. Heading back inside, he immediately turned the gravity back on as well as the bots next to him. Jumping into a stance, he prepared for the battle that would soon happen.