******Vegeta******
Vegeta was finally being let out of the regen tank, 4 goddamn days later. He hadn't realized just how horrible his condition had been. It wasn't just lacerations, broken bones, and ruptured organs; he had been basically ripped apart. Limbs had to be reattached after the onboard doctors had stuffed him in the tank to fix his organs, ribs, and spinal cord – not to mention the severe brain damage he had received after the first blow. It was only after 2 days that he had been stable enough for them to risk reattaching his right leg from the knee down, tail, left foot, and left arm. The healing afterward had been painful and even the doctors weren't sure it would work.
Frieza had made it clear to them that if Vegeta was still useless after all the time and resources were spent on him then they would likely be tossed off the ship to suffer in the dead of space. Naturally, with a threat like that, they did their best, even going as far as developing new techniques and new tech for the future.
During his stasis, Vegeta was able to revisit the blue path but it had been a complete flop as far as that went. The male hadn't been anywhere near the blue-haired girl again, instead, he was traveling in a desert with some strange, floating cat. He figured having his body taken over had scared the guy enough to think he needed to do some kind of training. Vegeta hadn't been interested in the slightest and spent each time trying to wake up rather than help the poor bastard learn how to block him.
He was determined to gain control of these lucid dreams, noting that once his physical pain began to subside the harder it was for him to reach the paths. He was going to use his rehab leave to figure it out. The doctors had made sure he would take the time off to retrain his body and to cover their asses in the event the procedures still rendered him useless to Frieza's standards. Up to this point, every dream had been after he had received a beating, leaving his body tense from the pain and often unconscious from it.
He trained himself physically and mentally, achieving his goal of reaching his lucid dreams several times. Vegeta had tried 3 of the other paths, the creatures inside had utterly disgusted him – sending him into a rude awakening via emptying his stomach contents. Grotesque creatures of lumpy flesh covered in slime in the red door, some kind of overly muscular bull-like creature in the green door – a door he made sure to destroy after finding himself trapped in the body of a female, and an even larger and spikier version of Dodoria through the yellow door.
The training was brutal, but the plan was simple: test his limits, regain and surpass his strength, give the doctors what they needed while torturing himself for the added boost of strength once healed. Maybe keeping his body in pain would also help him learn what he needed to do in order to keep reaching his safe haven, preferably through a mental state rather than both mental and physical. He had been let back in and damn it he was going to keep finding an escape from the pitiful so-called life he lived.
******Bulma******
Yamcha had been acting strange since the night of their first kiss. She woke up to a note on her bedroom door the next morning saying that he needed to do some training. No further explanation as to why, where, or even when he would be back. If she was being perfectly honest, she was heartbroken. That moment between them had been magical. The spark in his eye and his overwhelming confidence had her giddy and wanting nothing more than to be with him. Yet, the moment it was gone her giddiness subsided. It was strange, to say the least, but she hoped she would see that side of him once again.
Bulma had assumed that he had panicked for kissing her. She had been asleep, and he had woken her with his touches. Maybe he thought he had gone too far and taken advantage, perhaps he even thought she was upset with him. It wasn't like he had been inappropriate with her – not that she was aware of anyway. It was just a kiss and she had been awake enough to protest if she had wanted to.
She sighed and continued doodling on the blueprints placed in front of her – hearts littering the edges as she daydreamed of her future with Yamcha. Bulma hadn't even noticed when her father had walked into the room.
"What are you making there, Bulma, a love machine?" teased Dr. Briefs.
"Ahh! Dad, don't sneak up on me!"
"On edge I see. Maybe you should take a break?"
"I'm not 'on edge,' Dad, I was just…. lost in thought," stated Bulma, her voice trailing as if falling back into her previous thoughts.
"Well, I need your thoughts on this project. We have a deadline you know."
"Yeah yeah, I know."
******Yamcha******
"I think I got it, Puar!" shouted Yamcha as he stood up from his meditation pose. "I think I finally got control!"
"That's great, Yamcha!"
He had been a nervous wreck the entire night after the kiss. Never in his life had he ever felt so disconnected from his body. He had wondered if that was just what intimate encounters felt like but stomped that idea out soon after. There was no way there could be so much hype about sex if it felt like you weren't there. Training was the only idea he had to try and keep it together.
So, he had left the note on Bulma's door and taken off. Back to the desert where his hideout was, back to the basics, back to being himself. It felt like it had worked, he was aware of at least one time that something was off, but he never lost control. It was strange to feel like someone was with you though, there but not – lurking in the depths of your body as if waiting or trying to gain the upper hand.
With newly gain confidence in himself, Yamcha gathered up his camping supplies and headed back towards the city. With any luck, Bulma wouldn't be too upset about the way he left.
******Vegeta*******
The doctors had given Vegeta one last dip in the regen tank just to be sure he was back to full health. The stats looked even better than his most recent health exam – one that Frieza required of his soldiers every 3 years to make sure they were at peak performance and gaining strength. They sighed with relief having saved their asses from incurring Frieza's wrath and sent Vegeta on his way. His leave would be over tomorrow, and he desperately needed some alone time.
Vegeta had kicked Raditz out of the room as soon as he arrived, laying a threat on thick so he wouldn't be compelled to return.
"And don't you dare try to sneak back in with one of your whores! I want to get some decent sleep before we return to duty and I'll snap your necks if you wake me!"
Nappa had gotten his forewarning in the hall while he was hazing a new recruit. The new soldier almost thanked Vegeta for helping him but was cut off by Nappa who forced him down for not bowing before the Saiyan Prince. Vegeta rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked off without a word. Idiots.
The room was colder than usual and the sounds of the engines even louder. Vegeta groaned as he peeled his armor off and tried to get comfortable. All he wanted was to sleep but most importantly, see the blue-haired girl again. He thought about her all the time, her face haunting him during his training. Why he was obsessing he couldn't quite figure out. She was just another dream, not a person as far as he was concerned – a sweet dream.
Vegeta sat on his cot and rubbed his face, wondering if he should even be trying. What if he would never see her again? The male seemed to have run off the moment something happened, maybe he had been using the girl and had already gotten what he wanted? He could try and find her while he possessed the body but it's not like he knew his way around whatever planet that was. His senses didn't work either, so it wasn't like he could sniff her out. He was only as useful as the body he possessed.
"One last time and that's it!" he told himself aloud. He meant it too, just one last time and maybe he'll check the other doors. If she wasn't around, then there was no point of hanging out with some loser and his cat! With a loud sigh, he laid down on the uncomfortable metal cot, tensing his body the way he could remember doing while in immense pain and began to meditate. Clearing his mind was probably the hardest thing to do while maintaining the extreme tension needed for him to make the jump.
It had taken about 3 hours for him to finally fall asleep, taking breaks every so often to rest his body as it began to feel sore. It was a difficult task, to force your body to do the opposite of what the intended outcome of meditation was supposed to be. Vegeta walked around in the dark, searching for the glow of the neon paths – the fog never once appearing as he finally found himself walking in the right direction.
He stared at the paths as he approached, following them with his eyes as they split off in their own directions before finally stepping onto the blue path. Again, he weighed his options in an attempt to make a final decision. The last few visits had been boring, maybe a new path would bring him something to look forward to. Nope, he wanted one last shot, one more opportunity.
The path seemed shorter than the last time he walked it and the soft feminine scent he followed seemed to be wafting through the cracks in the door again. Vegeta smirked for a moment, unable to contain the flutter of excitement in his chest as he made the connection that she must be close by. He damn near kicked the door off its hinges as he burst through and let his eyes adjust to the light. There she was, standing in front of him and she looked absolutely pissed.
******Bulma*****
"I have been worried sick about you, wondering what I did wrong and if you were ever coming back! The least you could have done was told me in person what you were going to do so I could have asked you the important questions! Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?!" hissed Bulma with as much intensity as she could seep into her tone. There was no way he was getting out of this easily. She had made up her mind in the past few days, she would not be in a relationship where she would be easily cast aside.
"I-I'm sorry, Bulma. I just needed to get my head on straight, ya'know? Something just wasn't right with me the other night and I need the time to get myself…."
"You mean this was all because you kissed me? Yamcha, I'm not upset about it. I enjoyed it. If there is something bothering you about our relationship, I want us to be able to talk about it," interrupted Bulma, her tone quickly losing the ire she had conveyed earlier. "I just want to know what you were doing and where you were. I thought you might have left me for another girl. Promise me that you will let me know everything. I will get you a cell phone and I can even come with you next time!"
Yamcha smiled at her, giving her a hopeful look before his gaze suddenly went blank. And then….
******Vegeta******
He watched through the eyes as the woman shouted at him. She was a little spitfire and for some reason, Vegeta wanted more. Then the male body apologized.
'What the hell kind of man doesn't want a woman who brings a challenge?' he thought to himself.
The soft tone coming from Bulma made his eye twitch. He couldn't believe that this male was just going to be a pushover. She was in his face, yelling at him for doing as he pleased! He had freedom and it seemed the girl was going to try and take it from him.
Vegeta forced his way through to the forefront of the body, taking the reins by force and giving her the devilish, confident smirk, he had the night he kissed her.
"Woman, are you insane?" he asked, Yamcha's voice distorting to a deeper, slightly more guttural sound.
Bulma reeled back a little bit. Confused as to what had just happened. He sounded different and that look….it was the same look as before.
"Wh-what do you mean, Yamcha?"
"When a man needs alone time, he will take his alone time. You will just have to deal with it," he grinned.
"Excuse me? You take off without a word and the best thing you can say is basically, 'I do as I please?'"
"Exactly! See, you're catching on quick!"
Bulma drew her hand back and slapped Yamcha across the face – quickly regretting the rash action after her hand started stinging. She quickly rebounded and glared at him, her eyes burning with a vile hatred that should have sent chills up his spine rather than make him want to hold her down.
"Feisty," he grinned. He watched her for a moment and decided he would make it up to her, not wanting to blow the chance of never seeing her again let alone doing more than kissing her. The doors seemed to have slim pickings as far as desirable women went.
Bulma kept glaring even after the blush appeared on her cheeks. Usually, people headed for the hills as soon as she became this angry, but Yamcha seemed to be…. enjoying it?
"Alright, how about we compromise?" asked Vegeta in a smooth tone, trying to make amends quickly before she tossed him out of her room. "I will do my training here, but you cannot disturb me if I need space. It's only fair that I will be able to maintain some level of freedom."
Bulma looked a bit apprehensive but seemed to agree. She could always find him if she needed to if he was on the grounds, and it wasn't like there was no space at all for him to train. She sighed and slightly nodded.
"Fine, I can leave you alone while you train. The last thing I want to do is smother you."
"You can smother me with your soft lips," mumbled Vegeta. He avoided her gaze and tried to hide the blush he was sure was getting redder as he heard the voice in his head ask if he really just said that out loud.
Bulma giggled and reached for his hand, her eyes following the curve of his jaw to his lips. He was still turned away from her, but she wasn't one to want to disappoint. Standing on her tip toes, she leaned in placed a soft, gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.
Vegeta swallowed nervously when he felt her lips. He knew what he wanted but didn't know if he could take it. He definitely didn't want to ruin any chances he had of coming back now that he knew the male wasn't going to be running off again, at least not for training.
She pulled on the collar of his shirt to get him to turn towards her and he complied, taking the lead not long after. He kissed her gently at first, she seemed to be content with just having their lips pressed together but, as usual, Vegeta wanted to push the limits.
He coaxed her into parting her lips for him, teasing her playfully with his tongue. Bulma let out a small hum as Vegeta taught her how he liked to be kissed, she was overwhelmed by the passion behind his slow, deliberate movements. She almost hadn't noticed at all that his hands were gliding up and down her back.
******Yamcha*******
It was happening again, he was there but not in control. The voice that had come from his throat had startled him to the point of panic. This wasn't right!
He was afraid for Bulma's safety, the voice sounding truly evil from his perspective. What if he hurt her? Was this a split personality coming forward, finally tired of being left in the dark?
He felt the sharp sting across his face and thought for a moment he had regained control thanks to his training. Then the voice called her "feisty" and he knew right then that his training had failed on a grand scale. He struggled, screamed into the void that was his mind.
"Oh no! OH NO!" he screamed, his echo returning with just as much volume before slowly dissipating. He couldn't feel it, he couldn't feel her lips pressed against his.
The number of horrible scenarios that began to fill his head was astounding. He didn't want his body used this way, but he was powerless to stop it.
He was about ready to pull out his hair when it suddenly felt like the ground was pulled out from under him, dropping him back into his body. He drew back in confusion but attempted to regain his composure before Bulma could notice.
"What's wrong, Yamcha?" asked Bulma after he pulled back a little too quickly.
"Oh, um nothing. I just thought I heard something," he lied.
Bulma looked over his shoulder at the door and smiled.
"I don't hear anything," she whispered. She pulled him close again, continuing their make-out session.
******Vegeta******
One moment he had lips pressed against his, the next he was yanked back into his own body with so much force he shook the entire cot when he woke up.
"Uh… you... you ok there, Vegeta?"
Nappa's voice was faint but noticeable. He must have come in while Vegeta was asleep. He had been warned and yet here he was, waking Vegeta.
"Goddammit, Nappa! Why are you here?!"
Vegeta tried to sound deadly but instead was completely out of breath. Nappa thought for a moment Vegeta may have had a nightmare…. until he noticed something else...
"Oh ho ho, did I ruin a good dream for you, Vegeta?"
He glared at Nappa and was making his move to stand up and punch him through the wall…. until he felt the fabric at his groin stretch over him uncomfortably. His eyes widened, and he blushed for the first time in front of his subordinate as he grabbed his pillow to hide himself. Nappa continued to chuckle, laughing at the embarrassed young prince – laughing harder when he finally noticed how red Vegeta was.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, NAPPA! WHY ARE YOU HERE AND IT BETTER BE GOOD OR I SWEAR TO OUR GODS, I WILL MURDER YOU!"
Clearly, Nappa couldn't possibly understand why this was embarrassing. Vegeta wasn't like him or Raditz, always whipping their dicks out and fucking a woman like no big deal. He actually liked privacy even if it was mostly because he was still inexperienced. He had never even sunk low enough to touch himself in front of the assholes when they brought a female into their room or camp – just that one time, hidden behind a tree when he had first gone into puberty, he had since then trained for more self-control.
Nappa cleared his throat and wiped the stupid grin off his face, the look in Vegeta's eyes made it extremely clear that he was on thin ice.
"I-it's Frieza. He wants us on route to the next purge immediately. He says it's going to take several months for us the get there and he doesn't want time wasted."
Vegeta ground his teeth together and visibly shuddered from the amount of rage coursing through him. It was bad enough that he had to keep enduring torment but now, he wasn't even allowed a night of peaceful sleep.
'Oh well, at least I'll be spending most of my time in hyper-sleep,' he thought as his anger simmered down internally. On the outside, he was still very much in a tense, threatening stance.
He never said a word as they packed what little things they may need into their pods. The remote for the pods, a spare scouter, a hidden stash of food that Raditz had acquired from his last female "endeavor," and the standard issue nutrition packs for the hyper-sleep. As usual, Frieza had made sure to find a way to make things worse for the Saiyans.
The pods were an older model, one that required the occupant to be hooked up to a series of machines intravenously. Designed to maintain the body while they slept – something that the newer pods could achieve with just a spray of gas to be inhaled. These older pods were torture; every lifeline attached to their veins were threatened to be ripped out during both takeoff and landing, not to mention by any rapid movements caused by the drug-induced night terrors.
They set their course and hooked themselves up to the machines. Luckily, they didn't receive any damage from the take-off and were soon sent into dreamless sleep – well, all except Vegeta.
******Bulma******
Things had been getting serious with Yamcha and Bulma was head-over-heels for him. At least, she would have been if she hadn't noticed something off. It had been 2 months since their first make-out session in her room. They had almost gotten caught by her mother, but they managed to sneak around more often. It was during these more intimate moments that Bulma began to notice Yamcha had a split personality.
One minute he was absolutely adorable and shy and the next, he was overly cocky and handsy. It's not like she didn't enjoy the contrast from time to time but on several occasions, it had become worrisome. One moment, in particular, was when she had taken him shopping for some newer, more in style clothes. He had randomly barked at her in the middle of the store when she tried to buy him a pink shirt.
It had embarrassed her to no end, but he didn't exactly apologize for it later. He would also suddenly forget where they were or what they were talking about on other occasions, usually when they were alone for a date night. His voice would change, and he'd try and push her into going "all the way" – something she was by no means ready for.
With every passing day and every incident, Bulma began to take notes of these occurrences. She wanted to confront Yamcha after some research led her to some very unhealthy mental conditions, but the problem was: would Yamcha be receptive, or would the aggressive personality become violent – as he did when Oolong tried his sleazy tricks. She often wondered if it was due to his loneliness in the desert and then moving to the city, but it wasn't like he was 100 percent alone, he had always had Puar.
'This has to be done, Bulma. You got this! There's no way he would hurt you, you need to be brave! Yamcha is a good guy, he just needs some help!'
Bulma took a deep breath and knocked on Yamcha's door. It had taken him a moment, but when he finally answered he seemed a little out of breath and sweaty.
"Yamcha, are you okay?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I was just…uh…. doing a light workout. You know, pushups and stuff. What's up?"
She pushed her way in easily seeing as how Yamcha's body language seemed to be inviting her in and took a seat at the edge of his bed. She wrung her hands nervously and avoided his questioning gaze while she tried to work up her nerves again. He watched her silently, clearly confused but giving her time to do what she needed to. Hoping that today was finally the day he'd get more than just kisses.
"I don't know how to say this, Yamcha, but…. I've noticed some things about you. Some things that can be really troubling. Don't get me wrong, I'm not breaking up with you or anything!" She waved her hands in front of her body, trying her best to avoid giving him the feeling of dread, judgment or being attacked. "I just…I noticed personality things and…."
"I'm sorry, Bulma. I know exactly what you're talking about," interrupted Yamcha with a sigh.
"You – you do?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry I've tried to hide it from you, but I know there's something wrong with me. I've tried training myself to control it, but nothing has worked so far. The thing that scares me the most about it, is…it's not me."
Bulma watched him carefully as he spoke but couldn't hide the look of disbelief when he said it wasn't him. What could that even mean?
"I know that doesn't help you think I'm not crazy but its true. When it happens….it just feels like someone else is in here with me. I can't stop them from doing or saying things, it's like I'm pushed into a dark corner and told to wait my turn. I don't know what causes it or when it's gonna happen. I understand if you want to break up with me or something…. I just want you to be safe."
The explanation just didn't add up, not from a scientific standpoint anyway. How could someone else just pop in and take over? If this can happen to him can it happen to anyone? How can they make it stop? The barrage of questions popping up through Bulma's brain was dizzying, she even felt a little sick. If it wasn't always Yamcha, then who was is she was with when they were holding hands, cuddling on the couch, or kissing?
The thought of having some stranger's tongue in her mouth just made her cringe. Yamcha's body or not, she felt very violated. It wasn't as if she had given anyone and everyone that could pop in and take over permission to kiss her.
Yamcha stood nervously a fair distance away from Bulma. She looked upset and very nauseous. His heart pounded in his chest while he watched the plethora of emotions come and go across her beautiful features. If he was being honest now, then perhaps he should tell her what he was really doing when she came in….
******Vegeta******
He had arrived into Yamcha's body like he always did, silently and taking in the surroundings before seizing control. Lately, the guy had been spending more time held up in his bedroom and trying to "train" Vegeta away from what it seemed. Vegeta always took the time to toy with him, it's not like he had anything else to do.
Yamcha knew he was there almost immediately – he was becoming able to sense his presence which was pretty impressive, he'd give him that. He tried to coax Vegeta to the surface, saying loudly that he was going to sneak into Bulma's room.
'Fuck it, I'll bite.'
With a bit of concentration, Vegeta took over the left side of the body and forced him to pace inside of the room. Yamcha had said the typical stuff he usually did when Vegeta was there – "You're not real," "This is MY body, you aren't welcome here," and his favorite "Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Yamcha had been trying to regain control when Bulma had knocked. He'd even refused to open the door if his other personality didn't leave him alone. Vegeta stepped back but watched the entire time, trying to wait for his moment to strike. Everything was fine, he could have worked with laying off a bit and jumping in when things were taking a turn for fun, but then he said it. He told her what it felt like – like a stranger was taking over him – and she looked sick.
She clearly didn't like him, not that that bothered him at all. She suggested therapy in hopes of finding the source to this "problem" and maybe even some medication. She wouldn't come near him, avoided his gaze as if unsure who would be looking back. Great.
Vegeta watched from the sidelines and was infuriated but allowed Yamcha to keep the upper hand so as not to anger Bulma. She didn't want him there though. She didn't want him. Why was life always so unfair to him? Oh yeah, he was a piece of shit with nothing to his name but a kill count. He didn't deserve a girl like her anyway. Fuck her!
******2 Weeks Later******
This trip had been turning out to be a bust! No blue-haired girl to fondle and so far, only one other door had been interesting. Vegeta had been careful to keep track of the paths he's taken, always leaving one untouched, the purple one after his experience with the last. Each path had nothing really going for them, he'd go in and fuck shit up and move on.
After being rejected by Bulma, Vegeta had further trained himself to leave the body he was possessing but not the gateway chamber. It had been hard, but he still had one more month to go before landing, and he was becoming bored.
He had been tempted several times to check in with the girl but thought better of it once his anger bristled to the surface again. He'd lose his temper and scare her off if he tried to check in, his wounds still fresh in his mind. No, he'd keep looking for something to do in these other doors.
******Yamcha******
Bulma was finally celebrating her 17th birthday and had spent the entire day with Yamcha. The two had been getting along so much better since seeing the therapist. Yamcha had been able to talk about the experience fully and had received some medication that should help him from drifting away from reality. The doctor had even gone as far as saying the second personality was simply being a version of who he was before turning his life around.
Utter bullshit if you asked Yamcha. He knew what he felt and who he had been better than anyone. That was never him. Whatever the case, the meds seemed to be working – the other personality hadn't come back since the day Bulma confronted him. Good riddance!
With everything in place, the party began and much to Yamcha's discomfort, drinks had been served. He wasn't by any means against drinking, having stolen booze while in the desert, but Bulma had implied some very drastic changes in their relationship. She was hinting at finally being ready for the next step: sex. If things went as planned it would finally be happening, but he didn't want her wasted. That would feel too much like taking advantage of her.
He spent most of the party going over pros and cons while Bulma drank the night away with her parents and a few school friends that only seemed to be here for the party and not Bulma.
'Pro: sex
'Con: she might not remember it, our first time.
'Pro: it'll be less likely to hurt her if she's numb from drinking.
'Con: she might get mad if she feels taken advantage of the next day.
'Con: she might get mad if being numb was the whole point and I didn't take the chance.
'Con: her parents might catch us.
'Con: her parents might already know.
'Oh Kami, is it hot out here?!'
By the end of the night, Yamcha had been a tense, frazzled mess. His nerves worked him in every direction as he waited for Bulma to make the first move.
******Vegeta******
The orange path was his next choice. It was brighter than the others, much more annoying. He hoped once he entered that maybe, just maybe, it would dim or even disappear. He walked the path in the silence he had become accustomed to while he slept his way to his mission. Each day slowly driving him mad while the other two probably slept peacefully. The path curved this way and that, annoying Vegeta even more that it wasn't a normal straight path. This one just felt like future problems.
It wasn't until he reached what he assumed was halfway down the path that Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks and stared in confusion. This path crossed with the purple – they were the furthest apart but yet, they crossed. Was this some kind of sign that these two paths connected to real people that would someday cross? Or have they crossed already?
The only way to find out would be to enter the door at the end of the purple path as well and compare what he discovered, but he couldn't do that. The purple was the last path, one he refused to follow. If he entered that door, he risked resetting all the paths and possibly losing his connection with Bulma. Sure, he was pissed that she had rejected him, if only because she was thinking that what's-his-face was insane, but it had still stung.
'Why do I even care? I really must be bored if investigating something like this is worth my time! It probably has absolutely nothing to do with me!'
Vegeta scoffed at himself and kept following the orange path to the end. The door was heavier than the others had been and for such an annoying, bright color, it gave him a small sense of comfort and familiarity. He stepped in and was immediately enjoying what he saw.
He was almost the same height as his regular body and standing in front of him was a mock dummy made of sticks and straw, posed in a fighting stance. This person, whoever it was, was training. Now this was more like it! He hadn't trained in who remembers how long! Since he recovered from being ripped apart by Frieza. There was a calmness about this body though, the way this kid was training…it felt…. serene.
How was that even possible? Vegeta stayed in the back, watching for a long time as the kid sparred with the dummy he had made, cutting it to pieces with his bare hands and finding new material to rebuild. It didn't take long for Vegeta to lose his patience, taking over before the kid wasted his time in rebuilding the dummy for the 2nd time. Instead, he took a stance against a large tree that stood next to a small river flowing from a nearby waterfall.
With utmost precision, Vegeta attacked, landing kick after kick and fist after fist. This body was weak, it felt stronger than most he possessed, but it didn't hold a candle to his body. For a moment, Vegeta almost lost interest, wondering why to bother training this small body when he himself got nothing out of it, but a small voice called out in awe.
'Wow, how did I do that?'
It was strange, as if the kid didn't even notice he wasn't in control. He just accepted that his body was moving without him telling it.
'He's bizarre!' thought Vegeta as he took his stance against the tree again. 'This fool is too easily impressed, perhaps I should show something to be impressed about!'
A few katas and flips to warm up and then… "Galick Gun!"
A purplish beam shot of the kid's hands and hit the large tree dead center. It immediately irrupted into flames and the body moved without Vegeta's command to the flowing river nearby.
"Ka…Me…. Ha…. Me…. HA!"
A blue beam shot along the river and struck the waterfall – water and rocks raining down like a storm, putting the fire out before it could spread to any surrounding areas.
'Did this kid just take control from me? Hmmm, so that's what that feels like.'
Vegeta was irritated for a small moment but felt the need to regain the upper hand, stay in control. It was strange to train this way, without the threat of imminent death lurking around every corner, but it was…. relaxing. Gaining strength with no alternative motive other than to just get stronger – now this was a way to train! No set goal and no feeling of failure for not reaching it, just peaceful training and gaining with nothing holding you back.
By the end of the session, the kid was starving like a Saiyan. Vegeta could feel his energy slipping away from him as his stomach churned in anger. Fishing would have to do, but the way the kid fished made Vegeta jump completely out of the dream. He was using his tail! He hadn't even noticed the kid had one since he never once had it wrapped around the waist!
Was it possible for there to be another Saiyan in existence? Were there others beside this one if he was a Saiyan?
