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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters

Chapter List
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Last Chapter: Motivations
I do not own DBZ/DBS or profit from the creation of this fanfic.
Short and to the point guys, just to wrap things up. It has been a long while since I posted. Not my best writing, I do appologize.

Time seemed to move differently here with Whis. The strange planet where Lord Beerus reside as Whis as his attendant was unique to stay the least. It would not be long before Kakarot figured out where was. Somehow, someway he would show up and again instill the competitive race for strength between the Saiyans.
His senses were sharper here, in a refined manner but not unlike the primitive heights they had reached on the planet where he regained connection to his Saiyan roots.
“My my Vegeta what has you so deep in thought?” Whis’s voice seemed to be emanating from nowhere.
The prince growled, “You flutter around like a butterfly, do you have to sound like one as well?”
“Don’t discount the strength of the meek butterfly Vegeta,” Whis said with a wide grin, as he watched the Saiyan prince shift uncomfortably below. He could see his muscles coiled tight with anticipation of an attack. ‘One day he may learn.’
Vegeta was launched across the meadow, impacting into the rocky outcrop. Dust and debris swirling around Whis as he loomed over the disheveled prince, his expression intense. “You will learn do respect the strength of those who are weaker than you. You discount the attributes of weaker species instead of trying to learn from them.”
The prince righted himself, squaring off with Whis.
“Why did you want to train with me Vegeta? I am not sure you are motivated enough to train at this level.”
He expected the prideful Saiyan to burst out with his typical tantrum of rage; however he was soft spoken with his reply.
“I need to give Bulma something better to dream about.”
It had been months since Bulma and Vegeta had returned from their family vacation and resumed normal family life, with the exception of her reoccurring nightmares. It would be the same dream, the looming form of the fur bound new form chasing her down.

Bulma sat near the Koi pond, watching the littlest of the Saiyans play outside. It had been two months since Vegeta’s last visit. Soon he should stop by again, this training with Whis seemed to becoming ever more intense.
“Boys! Aren’t you guys staying at Goten’s tonight?” The two youngest Saiyans flew off to the mountain home.
A calm hush fell over the Brief’s compound as the full moon climbed the night sky. A cold blue glow came from inside the garden dome, caught Bulma’s attention from her bedroom window. Pulling her robe around on, her curiosity got the best of her.
The blue glow rose and swirled around the familiar form of Vegeta, his hair not his usual jet black or even radiant gold of his super Saiyan form.
“Vegeta?”
He turned, locking his steely blue eyes with hers before returning to his normal form. Bulma rushed him, stretching her arms to wrap around his neck. She caught herself, grabbing her abdomen quickly turning away to empty the meager contents of her stomach onto the soft ground. Vegeta closed his eyes, focusing on the stillness of the night to search for nearby energies. He smirked, coming to lay a comforting hand gently on Bulma’s back.
“I believe it is time for you to take another one of your tests."

Thank you guys for reading! I'm sorry this chapter was short and kinda dry. I finally had a moment to wrap this story up.
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