"Vegeta?" I chuckle amusingly as I lean on my staff for support.
"What?" He replies. He's sitting in the vast area of flowers and upon the proud prince's head is a flower crown.
"Having fun?" A small but fond smile etches onto his face. It's nice to see. He doesn't smile much. Just as quickly however, it vanishes.
"They're not for me. Bulma wanted me to pick some up from here. Says that she likes the way they smell." He shrugs but I still see the red on his face, just barely.
"So why are you wearing one?" He sucks his teeth, hands flying to his head. "I- just wanted to make sure it was an okay size. Tch! Anyway, what are you doing over here? Didn't the clown ask you to train him?"
"Yes but I know you would have been highly upset if I started the training session without you so let's go."
That blush of his deepens as he pulls himself to his feet and timidly walks past me, arms over his chest. "Ah, finally Vegeta! Jeez, what were you doing? We were waiting forever!"
"Be quiet, idiot. Damn. I'm here, aren't I?"
"Alright, boys. That's quite enough. We are all indeed here now, so how about a little less lip and a bit more training, yes? Prepare yourselves."
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"Whew, now that's what I call a workout. Thanks, Whis." Vegeta hums throatily in agreement. These two never cease to amaze me. So different yet they can't seem to function without each other. It's actually somewhat sweet.
"Anytime, you two. Let's head to Earth. I believe I am owed something delictable."
Goku laughs at the statement while Vegeta's back in his standoffish mode. Such pain in his stance, in his eyes, though he'll never admit it. He never has to. I know... I understand him and the real reason why he operates the way he does in a way that bothers me immensely.
"Yeah, sure thing!" Goku exclaims happily, breaking my thoughts and sympathetic stare on the prince. "Let's go."
