Chapter: Bulma & Vegeta (3)

And here now the third part of my story ^^
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... Annoyed, she went to work to bring the gravity space up to scratch
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Bring. When she finished, she went to her room to pack her things ...
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"So, what do I take with me? Where do I actually want to go? I still have mine
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I didn't even think about the whereabouts of my little vacation ... Hmmm ...
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Think about it ... I already know! "She happily rummaged around old brochures under her bed
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out. A small, stately beach house was shown on the cover picture. It belonged
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their parents, who used to use it for two on weekends in their youth. There
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Mr. and Mrs. Briefs no longer needed it, they had given it to their daughter.
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"Yes, that's just the thing for me ... Nice and romantic! I could ask Yamcha if he wanted to come with me.Yes, as soon as I've packed I'll go to him and surprise him. That's the idea !!! "Bulma took action and hurriedly packed her things
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together that she would need: some clothes and other clothes, underwear,
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Swimwear, wash kits, a few books, romantic pampering songs and champagne.
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"Have I forgotten anything? Oh yes ... the sunscreen! Where is it? Oh there!
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And Zack ... Put it in your pocket. Then we can start. "
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"200G for warm-up training should be enough. At least the woman still has my GR
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fixed it before she left. "* Where is she actually going? Oh, who cares. I'm
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I at least get rid of them. What's her name again? Oh yes, Bulma! Strange name. But
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she is pretty. What am I thinking? Pull yourself together Vegeta. This is not for you *
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Vegeta quickly dismissed that thought - or at least tried - and trained
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When she arrived in front of Yamcha’s apartment, Bulma put her car back into the one that belonged to it
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HoiPoi capsule (practical, practical ^^). Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened
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Torn open and a blonde left the apartment, greeting Bulma.
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"Goodbye Yamcha-sweetheart ... I'll call you," she warbled, on the way to
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outside. Bulma entered the apartment and looked around the hallway. Where was Yamcha? But
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then she heard a soft whistle. * I know this whistle! * She left the door loud
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crashing behind him and wanted to go into the living room to talk to Yamcha,
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when he, dressed in a bathrobe, just turned the corner. When he saw Bulma, it faded
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his whistle (what kind of song he was singing? ^ - ^). But not only that faded away
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The sight of Bulma, who now looked more like a rhinoceros gone wild, everyone
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Momentarily threatened to burst with anger."WHAT OR BETTER SAY WHO WAS THAT
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BECAUSE? CAN YOU PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME? THERE YOU ARE TURNING
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ALSO ONLY CLOSE YOUR BACK AND YOU WILL DRIVE IT AT THE SAME TIME
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FIRST BEST BITCH FROM THE CORNER !!! YOU CREATE. "Bulma grabbed it
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Closest vase and pounded it against the wall. (Fortunately the two are not standing
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in the kitchen ... The poor china * lol *) "So calm down, honey. It's all just one
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Misunderstanding ... believe me. "Bulma looked him in the eye." Should I still believe you?
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How do you imagine that? Did you have any more of these chicks on the side? Be honest!"
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Yamcha did not answer. But his face, now bright red, spoke volumes. Without him too
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She left his apartment to appreciate just one more look. "I never want you again
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see near me! It's over !!! "
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