Vegeta was a bit surprised to say the least. Despite his wife's mighty new physique, her power level had not risen anywhere near high enough to contend with his own. Part of him felt disappointed by this as the the thought of sparring with Bulma was oddly pleasing. "You're clearly joking," he finally said, "aren't you? I can feel your ki and you're only about as strong as Roshi now. That and your lack of actual fighting skill means that your little challenge would be a ridiculous waste of time."
Bulma just laughed. "Oh, I've picked up a few things over the years from you guys, don't you worry.If you're scared, just say so." Vegeta scoffed.
"Okay, it's your funeral." He suppressed his ki as much as he could and assumed a fighting stance. Bulma copied him and the two charged each other. Vegeta began by throwing soft punches that were easy for Bulma to dodge and purposely left himself open for a free shot. His wife took the opportunity and aimed her own punch at his gut. To the Saiyan Prince's immense shock, this actually winded him!
"Sorry hon, am I being too rough on you?" Bulma's tone was beyond smug. Vegeta said nothing, but was deep in thought. Even with his power suppressed, there was no way she should have been able to hit him like that. Had he really misread her power level that much? It must have been all that time he was spending around God KI. Raising his power level to be be just about as much as his son when he was a Super saiyan, he prepared for round two.
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