Chapter: He loves her, he doesn't love her - part 2

He loves her, he doesn't love her ... - Part 2 <br />
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Hi! <br />
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Since you didn't write me a commi for my first part of "When the future and the past meet ...", I thought to myself that I was just now saying "He loves her, he doesn't love her ..." will continue to write. I hope you agree with that. But it may also be that, since I currently have ideas for both fics alternately, I write both at the same time, provided that I have time. <br />
In any case, here is the next part of "He loves her, he doesn't love her ..." <br />
Hope you like it. <br />
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Part 2: <br />
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Shortly afterwards, the two were sitting comfortably at a small table in the café, talking about this and that. Yamcha learned that Jennifer had just moved to the western capital two weeks ago, to an apartment not that far away from him. He looked at her closely, of course only inconspicuously.She was really very pretty. “Have you already looked around the city?” “No, I haven't gotten around to that yet. I was too busy trying to find a new job. Besides, the city is so huge that I would definitely get lost." <br />
What did she work as? As a model maybe? "If you want, I'll show you the city." "That would be really very nice. Thank you. Oh, by the way. How about if we were to be on your terms? I feel so old. "" I don't mind. So, if you have empty your cup, we can go. "" Mhm. "They both paid, Yamcha invited Jennifer, and left the café. They left their cars in the parking lot because Yamcha believed that the tram was easier and faster to get through the city than by car. Especially since it was rush hour. <br />
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Bulma turned off the television. She couldn't concentrate on it anyway.Whether she wanted it or not, but somehow she just couldn't get the argument between Yamcha and her out of her head. Should she give him a call? On the spur of the moment, she grabbed the phone and dialed his number. ... TUT ..... TUT ..... TUT ..... strange, no one answered. I guess he wasn't home. So she tried it on his cell phone, but only the computer voice answered with "The desired conversation partner cannot be reached at the moment". That was even stranger. Usually he always had his cell phone on. Maybe this time he was really pissed off and just didn't want to talk to her. Then she had no choice but to wait until tomorrow. He would be in touch. <br />
Bulma left her room, went down to the kitchen and emptied half the refrigerator. She was hungry and knowing Vegeta he would soon be on the mat to ask for something to eat. And if he didn't get anything to eat then he would go mad.Suddenly she stopped moving and looked down at the potato she was peeling. That was the first time that she cooked for Vegeta. Did she care a little too much about him after all? Was Yamcha right? But what else could she do? Vegeta was her guest after all, she had invited him to live here. Oh yeah, Yamcha got into something. He finally had to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't the only person in her life. <br />
No sooner had she turned back to cooking than a totally sweaty Vegeta entered the kitchen. "Good, you're cooking. I'm hungry. So hurry up a bit." "If it doesn't go faster, it won't go faster. And how about if you took a shower first? The way you look, I won't let you sit at the table. "" I don't care what you do. Do you think I'll listen to you? I'll do what I want, okay? "Nevertheless Vegeta left the kitchen again.He didn't feel so sweaty about himself and if the meal lasted, he could just as easily take a shower. He got a fresh tracksuit from his room and went into the bathroom. He threw the old one he was wearing into the laundry basket. He pulled another towel out of the closet and then got into the shower. The water was good for him. It loosened his tense muscles. Since the boy from the future was here six months ago, he has been training twice as hard as before, but it just didn't work. He still failed to transform into a Super Saiyan. And he just didn't know why. It was said that in order to transform into a Super Saiyan one would have to use anger as a trigger and as often as this woman already made him white-hot, it should have worked long ago. But nothing! He hated standing behind Kakarott, a stupid lower-class warrior. Why did he do it ?! He was much stronger than that idiot.But one thing he swore to himself, he would not give up before he had finally become a Super Saiyajin and then Kakarott could wrap himself up warm. Then it was his turn. <br />
Vegeta dried off, dressed, and went back downstairs to the kitchen. He was even more hungry now, as before, but this woman still didn't seem ready. Grumbling, he sat down at the table and fixed her. When Bulma finally finished and turned to him, she noticed his look. “What is it?” “Don't ask so stupidly, just bring the food.” That tone. As a result, her good mood, which she had just had, vanished again. "Only when you say please, please, please!" "I beg your pardon (almost right, not 'please', but 'please, please' * g *)? !! I think you have a problem? !! with it !! "He was really hungry and if you played such games with him, he could get pretty uncomfortable. <br />
Bulma wanted to pull the pot over his head, but somehow she was also attached to her life.Instead, she slammed the saucepan with the Vegeta vegetable stew right in front of her nose. She scooped some of it into a plate and disappeared from the kitchen. Vegeta was a little puzzled by this reaction. "Where are you going? !!" "In my lab, work !! What you don't do !!" she yelled back and then turned into the hallway towards the work area. That wretched Saiyan !! At some point she would still jump at his throat, she didn't go along with it for long. Couldn't he be a little friendlier once, just once ?! Was that really too much to ask ?! Still cursing softly to herself at Vegeta's "kindness", she got to work. Actually, she hadn't planned to do anything today, but she didn't feel like sitting in a room with Vegeta either. She preferred to work there. Again and again she put a spoonful of stew in her mouth and then went on. <br />
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Yamcha had finally shown Jennifer everything important in town.A little tired and with aching feet from walking, they were back in the tram. <br />
“Now I'm hungry.” Yamcha rubbed his growling stomach. <br />
"Me too. Would you like to have something to eat?" "But always. There is a good restaurant not far from the next stop but one. I hope you like Greek (I love it!)?" <br />
Jennifer nodded. <br />
3 minutes later they got out and headed for the restaurant when Jennifer suddenly hooked up with him and smiled at him. He smiled back. He felt really good around her. <br />
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It was late when Bulma left her laboratory. It was quiet in the whole house. But who should make a lot of noise? After all, you and Vegeta were the only ones around. Her parents were on a world tour for the next few weeks. She could well need a vacation, but she had to stay at home to take care of everything, especially Vegeta, that he didn't do anything.Speaking of Vegeta, where was he anyway? Definitely back in the GR, where else? <br />
Bulma brought her plate into the kitchen. Vegeta's plate and pot were still on the table. She sighed. At least he could clear away. She put the dishes in the dishwasher and then made her way to her room. She was really looking forward to her bed and a good book. She quickly slipped into her pajamas, but as soon as she had them on, it was already too warm for her. No wonder. The whole day the sun had popped in through her window and the warmth had built up in her room. On the spur of the moment, she took off her pajamas and just put on a longer T-shirt. She slipped into her bed, but pushed the covers aside and began to read an exciting thriller that she had just bought yesterday. Unfortunately she was more tired than she had thought and after the fourth page she fell asleep. <br />
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When Yamcha and Jennifer were finally back to their cars, it was already dark. "That was a nice day. Thanks again for everything." "I gladly did." "Maybe we'll see each other again." "Definitely. Come on over to me if you need help Just quickly write down my address. "The second time that day he got a piece of paper and a pen from the glove compartment and wrote down his address for her. “Here.” He handed her the note. <br />
"Thanks. See you then." She kissed him goodbye on the cheek and then got into her car. She waved to him again, smiling, and then drove away. <br />
Yamcha unconsciously lifted the cheek she had kissed him on and got into his car as well. He thought of this woman all the way home. She was so kind, very different from Bulma. She always freaked out at every little thing. But still, he did love Bulma. Tomorrow he would go to her and make it up with her again.The reconciliations were always the best part of their arguments, because most of the time they always ended up in bed together afterwards. He had to grin. But he wouldn't tell her about the meeting with Jennifer, otherwise she would freak out again. <br />
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To be continued ... <br />
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So see you then, <br />
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your Chichi_17 <br />
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