Chapter: Vegeta-between pride and love

Vegeta's big goblet
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Bulma's curiosity made her want to stop him, but Vegeta was already gone. With mixed feelings Vegeta opened the door to his room and lay down on the bed with his arms crossed. "Why did I go? That would have been the ideal opportunity to torment? I could have finished this woman. Did I become friendly?" At these words he was terrified> No, never. I will let Kakarott feel my cold! <He clenched his hand in anger. The next morning began, the sun shone brightly through the yellow curtains in Bulma's room. She lolled sleepily> Another boring morning, nothing more than painful! First a hot bath and then breakfast! <She was already happily imagining how she would begin today, but unfortunately this idyll should be destroyed. There was a rough knock on the door, seconds later it pushed open and an angry Vegeta stormed in.> Woman, the main computer is broken again. Fix that! he ruled and took her narrow hand. > no. Let me sleep! <She rolled over and pretended to have nodded off again (according to the motto: Anything is better than doing something for Vegetas!)> I said immediately! <With that said, Vegeta grabbed Bulma's tallie and started to drag her away> Hey, I have to get dressed! Bulma screamed, pounding furiously on the back of the Saiya-jin who had thrown her over his shoulder. Without responding to the protest, he dragged it to the main computer, where he rudely dropped it. She rubbed her bottom furiously> That could have been gentler! she grumbled. > Don't expect any service! <countered the Saiya-Jin. Bulma cast an angry look into the inside of the computer> Ah, I see there is a cable brazed through! <Bulma's looks didn't miss anything. > Give me the tools from over there! she asked Vegeta, since she had leaned further inside.> Go get it! <He leaned bored against the wall with his arms crossed. Without another word, Bulma stood up, gave Vegeta a dirty look, which he returned without further ado, and took the tool from the box provided. In order to get close to the cable, she bent down far into it, her nightgown, which was already too short, slid even further up during this action. Vegeta's gaze fell unintentionally on the half-naked Bulma. In the next moment the prince of the Saiya-Jins got the said tool in the middle of his beautiful face, inattentive as he was true he had no chance to block. He held his face in pain. > Please leave your eyes in there! Bulma screamed and rightly tugged her nightgown. > Who do you call a tensioner here? I'm a prince, if I had wanted to, I would have looked, but there's nothing to see with you anyway! <he wanted to lick off the whole thing. > here you are only a guest! Your race is extinct, then how can you be a prince?<Bulma shouldn't have said that, she put her hand over her mouth in shock when Vegeta's murderous gaze met her. The next moment she found herself on the floor, pressed down by Vegeta's hand that was tightly clasped around her neck. > Woman, never dare to question my title again, otherwise ... <he broke off threateningly> Anything else? <Bulma exaggerated it so much, she just believed that he would not cause her any harm. But when she looked into these infinitely beautiful black eyes, which now shone with hatred. What if she was wrong? When his G.R. wasn't as important as his pride? Vegeta called out of her mind, "Otherwise you've lived the longest! <he finished the sentence with a look into the beautiful blue eyes that stared at him with fear. "Why can't I hurt her? What's wrong with me? I used to exterminate species without hesitation? Surely it's hunger!" he pushed his feelings aside and averted from her gaze.His gaze fell on the floor> Is there anything else? Otherwise I want to train! he explained softly. Bulma trudged into the bathroom with angry eyes.
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