#fiinalflash

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  ❛ I won’t lie to you, Vegeta: The biggest challenge I have here is finding something to praise. ❜

  ❛ No matter how much things change, you always rely solely on your strength, overpowering your opponent instead of outplaying them. Your technique is negligible – Rudimentary and instinct-based at best, and relies on Zenkai instead of formal training. You’re a brute and a bully, and your fighting style reflects it. ❜

  ❛ For all your flaws, you’re talented, and you’re crafty. You need to improve on the latter. You almost killed Cell on your own– Almost, but you still banked on him taking your baits. ❜

  ❛ If raw strength weren’t an object, I have no doubts in my mind that every single one of us could kill you. In under a minute. ❜

            HER   BLUE   HUES   GLANCED   AT   THE   SUDDEN   TURN   OF   HIS   CHEEK .   Of course he’s being   BASHFUL   again ,   much to Bulma’s annoyance .   Her lips tightened ever so slightly to convey such   IRRITANCE   towards her husband’s actions .   However ,   she couldn’t really say anything about it ,   as she knew that it wouldn’t do much .   After all ,   Vegeta was always like that when it came to displaying his emotions   ----------   sheltered and very cut - off from them .   But that wasn’t the matter at hand here ,   not at all .   The fact of the matter was that her dear husband   LEFT   again without giving her so much as a word to where he was going .   Again ,   she couldn’t really be   MAD   at such a thing ,   as that was his norm ,   but the sudden disappearances were starting to get to her .   She knew his sudden departures had something to do with   TRAINING ,   but she sure thought a heads up would be nice !   Crossing her arms ,   Bulma flicked her head away from the Saiyan prince ,   giving out a small   HUFF   as well as a   COUGH   to hide her voice cracking from broken - heartedness .

            ❛   It’s been   THREE WEEKS ,   Vegeta .   You didn’t    EVEN   ----------  ❜   Her voice began to waver as she spoke .   DAMN .

     “Okay, how ‘bout this-- if I win, you gotta agree to doin’ the Fusion Dance again, next time we fight someone super strong, like Broly.”

In the Time Chamber again. It was the best place to get some solid training in, especially since they didn’t want to accidentally blow up the planet or something. It was getting hard to find good places to train, these days. Thankfully the Time Chamber let them really let loose.

As Goku continued his pre-training stretch, he had offered that him and Vegeta raise the stakes. Just some friendly competition, something to get the blood pumping. He knew how much his pal disliked the Fusion Technique, so maybe that’d make this fight even more interesting than usual!

[🐉] --- ❝ daddy? can we go shopping, pleeeease? mom’s busy and trunks is being a total dork.. i’ll even train with you if we do! please? ❞

☔️- In a somber mood

It was unlike him to be quiet. It was unnerving even. But here he was, after reuniting with “Vegeta”, it turns out this Vegeta wasn’t his Vegeta. That Vegeta was dead and sent back to his own timeline, alive and well, but without the memories their shared.

This was a stranger who knew nothing of him and he knew nothing about.

There was a tense air once the excitement settled down. He didn’t know whether to try punch him in place of his past self’s actions or to reintroduce himself.

Send me a Ø for an inner monologue my character has had about yours.

You’re seriously going to let him talk down to us like that? You kept on telling me about Saiyan pride and doing whatever it takes to win.

We can take him, all three of us can take him down! I’m stronger now, don’t you see? 

Guys like him piss me off–I thought you of all people would understand that. Why are bending a knee to trash like Frieza?

“Father…”

It was an answer he expected, never had his father been one to accept help if he could help it, no matter who would be the one to offer it. However, signs of fatigue were evident on Vegeta, and pushing himself further would have increased the exhaustion in the saiyan prince despite insisting otherwise.

Still, the half-saiyan hybrid remained determined on his stance, stubborn in his own way. He knew his father well enough that trying to butt heads on the matter wouldn’t help the situation as much as trying to work around it would, and would pause momentarily before speaking yet again.