No Regrets [A DBZ Fanfiction]

Chapter 2 - Fallen Prince

She had been prepared for a day of repairing, sweating and swearing, so Bulma was quite shocked to find Vegeta's body sprawled out on the floor of the Gravity Chamber that morning. In her past experiences, when it was Vegeta vs. the Gravity Room, Vegeta always won. Well, chalk one up for the Gravity Chamber it had to win out one day, Bulma thought derisively as she contemplated what to do next. Although he was out cold, he still succeeded in looking proud and arrogant. She scratched her chin, as her mind whirred through her options.

Was he just resting there, gathering his strength for his next sparring match? Most likely not, as the saiyan would never let a weakling like herself catch him in such a state, so she could definitely rule that out.

Should she leave him there and give herself a pat on the back for the last upgrade to the Gravity Room which finally brought the saiyan down? It was tempting, but she knew she couldn't just leave him there. He definitely needed some kind of mending, so she had to get him to the regeneration tank. However, there was no way she alone could move the stubborn man, looking down at his face.

Maybe she should call Yamcha? He would be able to lift the prince and throw him in a regeneration tank, but she felt uneasy about calling him. Ever since Vegeta moved in with her family, Yamcha had started acting ridiculously jealous. Bulma had always enjoyed teasing her boyfriend by flirting with other guys, so Vegeta was no exception. However, Vegeta wasn't like most men and showed very little interest in flirting back, yet Yamcha reacted crazier to that than his usual over-reactions. Vegeta was the center for most of their arguments, since Bulma refused to throw him out. Eventually they broke up as they were prone to, but they never got back together which they were also prone to.

She had never in a million years ever thought they would break up for good, but that is exactly what appeared to have happened. Even though there were some occasion phone calls between them to check up on each other, there were no invitations to come over, to go out for dinner and the final nail in their coffin, neither of them had said sorry. Although they were no longer romantically involved, she would never count Yamcha out as a friend. Yet, considering the fact that she needed help with a Vegeta issue, which was the cause of their romantic dissolution she couldn't see Yamcha bending over backwards to help her with this predicament.

There was Goku, who was also doing his part in saving the world from the Androids by training with his young son and the demi-god Piccolo. Would he have a couple moments to spare for a fellow saiyan? Would he also being training as rigourously as the fallen prince on the floor? Well there was only one way of finding out she thought decidedly, fishing through her tool box for her spare cell phone.

"Hello! Goku-son residence!" Chichi chirped through her phone.

Of course Chichi answered, Goku was probably out training, Bulma scolded herself.

"Hi Chichi, it's Bulma. How are you doing these days in presence of such devoted trainers?" Bulma teased.

"I'm doing as fine as any mother that's fretting over her child's studies and scholastic future," Chichi lamented. Chichi had the habit of venting her frustrations of Gohan's training to anyone who would lend an ear.

"Gohan's an usually bright kid, his scholastic future is quite secure," Bulma dutifully soothed Goku's worried wife. Bulma's words had marginally calmed some of Chichi's anxiety.

"I do hope that you're right," Chichi sighed as she was in deep thought over Gohan's studies and what college he might be able to attend in the future. Gohan's studies plagued her mind on a daily basis, as she didn't want Gohan to follow in Goku's footsteps.

"So Chichi, what time are you expecting Goku and the other come back home for lunch?" Bulma asked, interrupting Chichi's train of thought.

"Well, oddly enough the boys have slept in today since last night's training was pretty brutal. My little Gohan was so badly battered and bruised last night, I told them if they wanted breakfast they would allow Gohan some extra rest. They should be up for breakfast in the next 15 minutes or so."

"That's so strange, Vegeta also trained very hard last night as well." Bulma reflected as the evidence of it lay next to her feet.

"Well, that's no surprise. It was full moon last night." Chichi stated. Of course! Chichi was absolutely right, the full moon and saiyans had a lot of history. Even without their tails, the full moon still had its hold over them.

"That's the reason for my phone call. Vegeta trained especially hard last night that he's out cold. It looks like he collapsed in the Gravity Chamber with gravity on 300 G's. I think I need to get him in regeneration tank ASAP, but I don't have the strength to lift him. Would you mind so horribly if I burrow your boys for an hour or two?" Bulma asked. Chichi brightened considerably at Bulma's request. It was just what Chichi needed to hear, as the cogs in her brain started ticking.

"Bulma, I would love to help you out!" Chichi said happily. "But I'm afraid I can only lend you Goku. These boys just trained too hard last night, I think they should use this day to relax. So while Goku helps you out with Vegeta, I can get Gohan caught up on his Algebra exercises today. It's the perfect solution!"

"I'm sure I won't need Goku for the entire da-"

"Nonsense! I'm certain there are other things that could keep my Goku occupied! Gohan really needs this day off to catch up on his studies and I can't have his father distracting him with training and this 'saving the world' silliness," Chichi pleaded, "Bulma, you'd be doing me the greatest favor if you could keep Goku away for the remainder of the day. I'll send him right over to you after breakfast."

"Well, if Goku is okay with taking a short break from training, I'll be waiting for him." Bulma conceded.

"Great, expect him at Capsule Corp in the next hour or so." Chichi exclaimed and they wished each other a good bye.

Chichi knew that Goku wouldn't put up an argument once she exaggerated how Bulma needed his help. Goku would always help out his oldest friend, he always there to save Bulma whenever she needed saving. It was one of facets of Goku's character that Chichi could count on, much to her chagrin. Today, it worked out in her favor.

Okay Harvard, here we come! Chichi thought triumphantly.