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The wind whipped through Vegeta's stiff black spikes as he forced his thoughts into a safe section of his brain, away from his ever-present instincts.  The mountains of Paozu had already begun to come into view, leaving to the prince to panic at his quick arrival and stop his movement through the air.  Was he ready for this...ready to face Kakkarrot?  Could he really control himself?  He took a calming breath to clear his turbulent perception.   This was nothing more than another battle...one that needed heavy strategy planning so as not to deviate or fall short of his goal.  To ove

Chapter 1. The sun shone bright on the Lookout that day. The old Guardian of Earth marveled at the sight of his two little students sparring on the courtyard while leaning on his staff. Oh, the youthful energy, the laughter, the joy. Despite both young Goku and Krillin were giving their best to win the match, they still managed to do it in a fun way, a way only the mind of a child could come up with. Kami let out a sigh. "Oh, to be young again…" he thought. The almost never ending energy of the two youngsters was something he was almost jealous of. And who could blame him. At several hundred years old (he had long since stopped counti

A soft knock rapt against the closed lab door, making Bulma look away from the statistics on her screen. "Come on in..."  The metal gray door opened slowly to reveal a familiar face and chaotic black hair.  "Goku?  What on Earth brings you this far into the city?"  The Saiyan nervously scratched the back of his head and smiled. "Oh...well I had just stopped by to see if Vegeta was feeling alright.  I hope that his sickness isn't coming back." "To tell you the truth, I don't know.  I haven't seen him since the party at Roshi's, but I know he's been taking the medication." 

"Hurry Vegeta!  I don't want to be late!"  Bulma's voice echoed through the halls of Capsule Corp falling upon the Saiyan's ears.  A half-groan-half-sigh escaped his pursed lips as he plopped down defiantly onto the bed they shared. "I don't want to go..." he mumbled just as her head poked around the corner. "What'd ya say?"  She spoke, fumbling with the new pair of diamond earrings in her hand.  With the same expression on his visage, the prince looked up at her and slowly repeated himself. "I...don't...want...to...go..."  A single eyebrow raised in a similar manner to the millions of times she had seen her lover do the same. "What?  Veg