*Vegeta closed his eyes, the grassy opening around him beginning to stir with energy, the trees rustling and birds flying as fast as they could from where they were perched on the branches. Vegeta feels that same energy flow into him, ice cold and unforgiving, his veins aching with the sheer amount of energy streaming into him. Vegeta grits his teeth- it hurts, it’s almost unbearable- but he keeps going. It’s like he’s swallowing hot coals, trying to keep himself from expending any unnecessary k...