Post by vegeta on Aug 16, 2005 14:14:37 GMT -5
Capsule Corporation, one of the biggest industries in all of West City and pretty much the entire world, had it's daily cleaning from the local Window and Tiling cleaning service. A few hours passed and it looked like the building was just built. This was the home of the Brief's. Dr. Briefs the founder of Capsule Corp was in his lab over his workbench. He was working on a new capsule when he saw his son-in-law and his daughter taking a walk outside his window.
He thought to himself. "Couldn't have married a better man." Dr. Briefs returned to hsi work.
Outside Vegeta and the love of his life were sitting under a tree, she lay in his lap. Vegeta's head rested on her shoulder almost nuzzling her neck. The shade of the big oak tree kept them cool as a light breeze added to the comfort. Their hair slightly moved as the wind passed over them.
"I love you." She whispered in Vegeta's ear.
"I love you too." The Prince responded and closed his eyes as he felt so much love for her. After Goku died Vegeta's pride as the Prince of all Saiyans had somewhat diminished after the Cell Games. Training just didn't seem as important as it did before. With the birth of his son Trunks and later on the birth of his daughter Bra. They were two beautiful young hybrids with much strength and pride. He was proud of them. Everynow and then he and his son trained for hours at a time. Even his mother was impressed with how far Trunks had come along. His family was everything to him and more.
Vegeta gave her a meaningful but gentle kiss on her neck as he wrapped his hands around her waist and sighed in contempt. Bulma returned another kiss to one of his hands and before they knew it Trunks had come out with a towel around his neck. He jumped into his mother's arms.
"Hi mom!" he wrapped his arms around her neck for a quick squeeze.
"Hi father!" Vegeta smiled and patted Trunks on his back lovingly.
"So what have you been up to all day, sweetey?" Bulma asked.
Trunks shrugged. "Nothing in particular. Just exercising and playing with Grandpa." Bulma smiled and stood up.
"I'll go make lunch for you guys." She smiled as Vegeta stood up as well.
Vegeta waved goodbye to his son and headed into another entrance at Capsule Corp. He stepped inside and walked along the halls to his room. The walls were glittered of Bulma's photos of the family and of their friends. Goku had been the star of many of them. Vegeta sort of froze as he looked at one in particular. Vegeta stood there in the photo, his angered expression and his arms sternly crossed. But Goku was happy as ever, his arm around Vegeta's shoulder and his free hand giving the peace sign as a big grin escaped his face.
Something about the picture sparked an undying hatred and obession to overcome his rival. It slowly boiled in his stomach and soon reached his head. In a small fit of anger he stormed off towards his old training area. The Gravitron. Inside he walked and sealed the door behind him. The lights came on to his liking and for a split second he thought he saw another shadow besides his own but let it go. He walked over to the mainframe centered in the middle of the room and brought the computer to life. He dialed the gravity up to five times gravity for a warm-up. Vegeta started with some stretching, his wrists, arms, neck and back, and then he worked on his legs. After feeling some burn he worked into more of a vigorous workout. Slowly he started with a few jabs and then worked into more violent jabs and reverse punches. He stringed together a nice little combo composed of a few side-kicks a front flip and then rushed through the air and sent a powered kick to his imaginary foes ribcage. Following that the Prince put his fists together and used his trademark hammer fist to his imaginary foe.
Sweat began to roll off of his muscular form as the idea of being beaten by Kakarot all over again flooded his thoughts. He clenched his teeth and sped up, his fists and feet were moving almost as fast as they did in the old days of fighting for Earth.
He threw his arms forward, palms showing and he fired a moderate sized blue orb of energy, it curved around the room and headed straight for him. Vegeta dashed upwards and slammed his fist into it almost breaking it in two but it exploded sending him backward and crashing into the opposing wall, leaving an imprint of himself. He sat as rubble fell over his head and he struggled to move.
"Damn." He sweared and clenched his jaw as blood slowly trickled down his forehead and into his right eye, slowly he saw in a red haze. His anger boiled at how weak he was.
"Kakarot...So much training. But I will defeat you one day." Vegeta finally managed to regain his ground and then a foot shrouded in black clothing slammed into his chest sending him back into the wall leaving a bigger crack.
He looked up and saw a figure, shrouded in black clothing, with long razor sharp claws protruding from its hands. The Prince stood up and rushed forward, his fist collided with the demons face but it stould...doing nothing...the demon laughed and he rammed his claws through Vegetas abdomen and he kicked him towards the celing before launching an aerial assault of kicks and slashes. The creature unleashed a massive purple energy attack aimed at Vegeta's chest and it drove him into the Gravitrons tiled floor. There the once proud Prince lay, his blue skin tight gi was shredded almost completely, his body was thrashed, cut, bruised and bleeding profusely.
"What a pathetic ending...for the Prince of Saiyans" He thought to himself.
It seemed as if all hope was lost for Vegeta until his son Trunks blasted through the door followed closely by Bulma to find Vegeta almost dead. The demon tesned up and seemed to have mouthed the words "Until next time". It dissappeared in just a few seconds. Bulma rushed to her husbands side, tears streaming down her face.
"Vegeta! Oh my God!" She held her head in his lap as Trunks ran off to get some medical supplies. Vegeta opened his one good unscratched eye, blood ran down his face, he smiled slightly as his eyes turned white and he turned unconcious....
He thought to himself. "Couldn't have married a better man." Dr. Briefs returned to hsi work.
Outside Vegeta and the love of his life were sitting under a tree, she lay in his lap. Vegeta's head rested on her shoulder almost nuzzling her neck. The shade of the big oak tree kept them cool as a light breeze added to the comfort. Their hair slightly moved as the wind passed over them.
"I love you." She whispered in Vegeta's ear.
"I love you too." The Prince responded and closed his eyes as he felt so much love for her. After Goku died Vegeta's pride as the Prince of all Saiyans had somewhat diminished after the Cell Games. Training just didn't seem as important as it did before. With the birth of his son Trunks and later on the birth of his daughter Bra. They were two beautiful young hybrids with much strength and pride. He was proud of them. Everynow and then he and his son trained for hours at a time. Even his mother was impressed with how far Trunks had come along. His family was everything to him and more.
Vegeta gave her a meaningful but gentle kiss on her neck as he wrapped his hands around her waist and sighed in contempt. Bulma returned another kiss to one of his hands and before they knew it Trunks had come out with a towel around his neck. He jumped into his mother's arms.
"Hi mom!" he wrapped his arms around her neck for a quick squeeze.
"Hi father!" Vegeta smiled and patted Trunks on his back lovingly.
"So what have you been up to all day, sweetey?" Bulma asked.
Trunks shrugged. "Nothing in particular. Just exercising and playing with Grandpa." Bulma smiled and stood up.
"I'll go make lunch for you guys." She smiled as Vegeta stood up as well.
Vegeta waved goodbye to his son and headed into another entrance at Capsule Corp. He stepped inside and walked along the halls to his room. The walls were glittered of Bulma's photos of the family and of their friends. Goku had been the star of many of them. Vegeta sort of froze as he looked at one in particular. Vegeta stood there in the photo, his angered expression and his arms sternly crossed. But Goku was happy as ever, his arm around Vegeta's shoulder and his free hand giving the peace sign as a big grin escaped his face.
Something about the picture sparked an undying hatred and obession to overcome his rival. It slowly boiled in his stomach and soon reached his head. In a small fit of anger he stormed off towards his old training area. The Gravitron. Inside he walked and sealed the door behind him. The lights came on to his liking and for a split second he thought he saw another shadow besides his own but let it go. He walked over to the mainframe centered in the middle of the room and brought the computer to life. He dialed the gravity up to five times gravity for a warm-up. Vegeta started with some stretching, his wrists, arms, neck and back, and then he worked on his legs. After feeling some burn he worked into more of a vigorous workout. Slowly he started with a few jabs and then worked into more violent jabs and reverse punches. He stringed together a nice little combo composed of a few side-kicks a front flip and then rushed through the air and sent a powered kick to his imaginary foes ribcage. Following that the Prince put his fists together and used his trademark hammer fist to his imaginary foe.
Sweat began to roll off of his muscular form as the idea of being beaten by Kakarot all over again flooded his thoughts. He clenched his teeth and sped up, his fists and feet were moving almost as fast as they did in the old days of fighting for Earth.
He threw his arms forward, palms showing and he fired a moderate sized blue orb of energy, it curved around the room and headed straight for him. Vegeta dashed upwards and slammed his fist into it almost breaking it in two but it exploded sending him backward and crashing into the opposing wall, leaving an imprint of himself. He sat as rubble fell over his head and he struggled to move.
"Damn." He sweared and clenched his jaw as blood slowly trickled down his forehead and into his right eye, slowly he saw in a red haze. His anger boiled at how weak he was.
"Kakarot...So much training. But I will defeat you one day." Vegeta finally managed to regain his ground and then a foot shrouded in black clothing slammed into his chest sending him back into the wall leaving a bigger crack.
He looked up and saw a figure, shrouded in black clothing, with long razor sharp claws protruding from its hands. The Prince stood up and rushed forward, his fist collided with the demons face but it stould...doing nothing...the demon laughed and he rammed his claws through Vegetas abdomen and he kicked him towards the celing before launching an aerial assault of kicks and slashes. The creature unleashed a massive purple energy attack aimed at Vegeta's chest and it drove him into the Gravitrons tiled floor. There the once proud Prince lay, his blue skin tight gi was shredded almost completely, his body was thrashed, cut, bruised and bleeding profusely.
"What a pathetic ending...for the Prince of Saiyans" He thought to himself.
It seemed as if all hope was lost for Vegeta until his son Trunks blasted through the door followed closely by Bulma to find Vegeta almost dead. The demon tesned up and seemed to have mouthed the words "Until next time". It dissappeared in just a few seconds. Bulma rushed to her husbands side, tears streaming down her face.
"Vegeta! Oh my God!" She held her head in his lap as Trunks ran off to get some medical supplies. Vegeta opened his one good unscratched eye, blood ran down his face, he smiled slightly as his eyes turned white and he turned unconcious....
