Chapter: Vegeta-between pride and love part5

Smart Vegeta
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Bulma had left the living room with a gruff comment, Vegeta was angry about it. > Shut up if you don't want to die! <he called after her, alarmingly calm. Vegeta let the situation go through his head again, but he was startled when he realized that he had just protected Bulma from his own anger. "Scary idea!" he shook his head. Doubtful he sat down on the sofa> Why didn't I make my point? Anyone who offended me so deserved death! Why couldn't I attack her? Have i got so weak? Oh father forgive, this is all Kakarott's fault. But wait, he will atone, I promise you! <He hit his other hand with his fist. Now he made his way to the G.R. to oversee Bulma's work. He paused in the entrance with a critical look. ´Bulma continued to work through at some point she lost her patience> For a change you could help me!she growled without looking at him. Vegeta hit it like a blow> I help you? With you it hacks! I am a prince and yet I do not take orders from an Earthling! <The blue-haired woman cost him the last of his nerves. > Well, then your sacred space will probably be a long time coming! Because it takes longer on its own! she grinned underhandedly. Through the G.R. she had Vegeta completely under control, but this time> Don't try to blackmail me, woman! he hissed and lifted her up by the neck with a swift movement. (Don't we know that already?) In fear, Bulma grabbed his hands, which would not let go. It was almost as if she didn't feel her fear anymore when she looked into Vegeta's deep black, wild eyes. > Believe me, I can't do it any faster on my own! she tried to calm him down. > Whom I believe is my business! <He looked down at the ground to avoid her helpless looks. > Vegeta I need 2 robots then he'll be ready by tomorrow!<She issued an ultimatum. Vegeta's right one was stretched out and clutching Bulma's neck. His left hand was clenched in a fist, he looked stray at the ground. It seemed like his thoughts were wrestling with him. He opened his right hand and Bulma fell to the ground, relieved. She held her neck, the strangle marks were clearly visible, she gasped for breath. > Then go get it! <Vegeta had made a decision. > You are too heavy for me, I can't do that! Could ... <Vegeta interrupted her> Could what? he hissed and his eyes darkened again. > couldn't you get her? she asked meekly. Vegeta jerked his head up, it was as if he had been torn from his thoughts> what? I get you something Do you a favor? Me as a prince? NEVER! he screamed. > Well, then you can forget about your training! <Bulma trusted her leverage now. Vegeta immersed himself in his thoughts. His otherwise angry look was now empty and traumatic.It was as if his spirit had escaped from him. "I have the choice either to do her a favor, a foolish word, so I leave a friendly, pliable impression and do a degrading job. Or I can copy the GR and Kakarott!" Vegeta thought about it, but it did our prince is as intelligent as he is strong, he came up with a great idea. It was Thursday and the clerks were whizzing through the letter's house everywhere. Vegeta strode purposefully out of the G.R. and grabbed an employee who was rushing through the corridors by the collar of his coat. He turned him to Bulma and gave him an order "Hollow out" Robot for the woman! "He growled and pointed his finger at Bulma. The clerk hardly paid attention to Vegeta." Sorry, that's Mrs. Briefs, if she wishes something she will speak up ! <he replied snootily and wanted to go about his work. "Well, Vegeta here I am the authority figure!"She laughed to herself. Vegeta tightened his grip and pulled the clerk back. With an angry look he eyed the man in the white coat." Do what I tell you! "His black eyes flashed dangerously the fearful clerk freed himself from Vegeta's grip and made his way to the laboratory.
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