Chapter: Bulma & Vegeta (6)

She heard the door slamming downstairs. Shortly afterwards she heard a car drive away.
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Vegeta came leisurely up the stairs and entered Bulma's room. With the door in the
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Hand that he had torn from its hinges, he came up to her, stopped in front of her bed and
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was waiting. Bulma wiped the tears from her face for the X times and looked at him deeply
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in the eyes. "Thank you!" - "What woman for? I'm hungry. Make me something to eat!"
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hung the door again and left the room. *Idiot! But still I thank him "
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Bulma smiled and made her way to the kitchen ...
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When she got to the kitchen, Vegeta was already sitting at the table and waiting. Bulma saw
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still very battered, but tried to hide it. She fetched it in silence
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necessary utensils such as pots, pans, dishes and food from the cupboards and
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began to cook under the gaze of Vegeta. She cut herself off with nervousness<br />
while cutting vegetables and tried, cursing loudly, the blood with one
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Stop handkerchief. But this did not even think of being stopped. Desperate
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she tried to open the medicine cabinet to get a plaster. But
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somehow it wouldn't work with one hand. In addition, the medicine cabinet was a lot
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too high so that she couldn't even touch him on tiptoe ...
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Vegeta watched the spectacle grinning. Bulma turned to him angrily.
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"Instead of making fun of me here, you could help me with the medicine cabinet
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to open. You can see that I can't do it alone. "That didn't mean Bulma
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expected. Vegeta actually got up and walked over to her. * Ouch, what if he was me
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now what wants to break? After all, I'm pretty out of touch with the tone. Or want to
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is he really helping me? * Vegeta was now right in front of Bulma.He took her hand
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which she hesitantly held back. He pulled her very gently and licked the blood from her
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her fingers. Bulma couldn't believe her eyes. But it was nice. He did it quite
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careful and yet somehow tender. * Would he kiss me so tenderly too?
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But Bulma ... what are you thinking about ?! * Vegeta opened the medicine cabinet and got a plaster
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out. (In my story, Veggie is bigger than Bulma ^^) He took the paper off and
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tied the plaster around Bulma's finger. "And now make me something to eat woman!" Bulma
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sighed inwardly "Thank you Vegeta" * He's just a Saiyajin ... *
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Bulma went back to the vegetables and thought in silence for a while,
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while Vegeta was enjoying herself again by watching her cook.
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* Somehow she's very cute ... And she has a head too, after all, she has
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flash off that pathetic worm ... And she'd popped him one.She got right
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drawn out. I wouldn't have trusted her. * Vegeta had to go back to these thoughts
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grin. When Bulma had finished preparing the meal, she put the plates in front of Vegeta
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the table (typical for a Saiyan stomach ... several plates at the same time ^^) and was about to move
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to sit down with him when the doorbell rang. Stressed out, she went to open the door while
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Vegeta enjoyed his food.
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When Bulma opened the door, a small older man was standing in front of it and greeted her cheerfully. He
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was about the same age as her father. "May I introduce myself, I am
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Professor Prudence. Senior employee of the UWW. The UniWorldWisschenschaften. You should be Bulma Briefs. We have heard a lot about them and their projects. you
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surely already know us from their father. He's one of our biggest sponsors. "
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"I'm sorry, but my father is not here at the moment." - "We already know that.He's got us too
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sent to them. "-" So? What is it about? Come on in first. "Bulma
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and the professor talked long and hard. He wanted Bulma to be one
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Lecture on her latest project, TelepotXXL, at the institute. The TelepotXXL
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was Bulma's greatest invention to date. She wanted her next project to be a time machine
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dedicate. Bulma happily accepted, said goodbye to the professor and turned on
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the work of getting everything ready. She had a week and she would use it to the full ...
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