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The blue haired woman didn't say anything. Vegeta could see the sad expression pan out, her face becoming red. That was when the tears started to fall.
Outrage took over the Sayian prince. "What the hell was she crying about?" A thought crossed his mind, making him freeze. "Why the hell would Frieza even recruit such a whiny woman? What the hell did Frieza do to me? And why am I in the damn hospital?" He flexed his biceps, cringing at the pain that shot up them. Deciding on a full body check, Vegeta got up, ripping the miscellaneous tubes that were attached to his body parts off. With every movement that he made, searing pains followed.
He kicked his legs out, not showing the pain that he felt with such a simple movement. He moved past the aliens that stood by, ignoring the shocked expressions on their faces, and over to a mirror. His eyes scanned the room as he went by. "This doesn't look like one of the old healing rooms. Must be a new one. It's good enough." He came to a full stop in front of the mirror, inwardly gasping at his outwardly appearance.
His hair was cut short, and he appeared much more defined than when he had last checked in one of the blasted reflection glasses. And his power he felt coursing through his body. He clenched his bare fists, lost in thought. He also looked much older, as if he had aged. The Sayian instinct that had been drilled into him when he was by himself finally kicked in. "Why just now? I also feel as if I am lax. I should have been on my guard by now." The anger was back, burning his blood. "I'm even taking more time to think than usual. What the hell's wrong with me?' He finally took control and shot around, facing the creatures.
"Who the hell are you guys? You're not wearing Frieza's required outfits!" "Why did I openly say my thoughts?" His mind raced, and he felt tired.
"I'm Goku, Vegeta, and this is your wife, Bulma." The tall man, with raven hair said slowly, as if the prince of all Sayian's was a mere stupid child. The one called Goku-"Why does it sound so wrong to say that name?"-gestured to the woman with the blue hair.
It took a minute for Vegeta to absorb what the man had just said. He staggered back, fully comprehending what was just said. "What the hell did you say?" At that, the one called Bulma-Which, for some odd reason, felt wrong to say-gasped. "I have no wife! Why would I, prince of all Sayian's, marry such a low class woman like her?"
The bluenette shot up from her spot on the ground, running out of the room.
Nothing was said. All that could be heard was the echoing sounds of sobbing, and the scurrying feet of the woman, who was trying to take in what she had lost.
AN: Another chapter, I hope you liked it.