Prince Vegeta
I wasn’t sure how long I could sustain the effort without breaking in two.
It was as though the only thing holding my body together was my one burning desire to be better then Kakarot.
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Vegeta looked at his son. Did he really want to go to the son house? Not really...however, other than training, he didnt have much else to do...but then he thought about something...he, Vegeta, the one and only prince of all Saiyans...had just given up on a chance to rebuild his race. What the hell was with that?! Was he on crack...well, no, his player was smoking some serious weed. So, in this instance, Vegeta realized the error of his statement. He closed his eyes, sensing Chaya right as she was leaving the planet. He then used telepathy to contact her.
"Chaya, When can I expect to see some Ideas for rebuilding the Saiyan race? And even more importantly...when can I expect results?" he asked in an impatient tone. Fine, he would participate in her plan. He wouldnt be the Saiyan prince who gave up on his own race. If Chaya could truly think of a way to rebuild, then damn...he should at least be supporting her. Plus...whatever she was doing was bound to be better than spending time within the general vicinity of Kakarot's wife, and children.
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Then something happened inside of me. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about being better than Kakarot. I didn’t care about being a Super Saiyan. I didn’t even care if I lived or not.