Vegeta threw a fist through the air. It hit nothing, but another soon joined it. His lean legs came up to his hands in the air. All of this happened within the time frame of less than one second. "Too easy," he muttered. He went to turn up the gravity in the weight training room. He could still barely believe that his son from the future was here. He sneered as he envisioned the spoiled little prat. He sent a few more lightning fast punches and kicks through the air. Suddenly his stomach hurt. He probably shouldn't have had that odd pasta in the fridge. He tried to shake it off, but it just came back stronger than ever. He passed out.
He creaked an eyelid open to a distorted world. He felt a small breeze and realized that he was naked. His heavy saiyan armor was in heaps all around him. It occurred to him that everything was much bigger than it should be. He tried to gain his bearings as the door to the room slid open. Out walked...
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