"It can't go on like this, every time we go out you look after other women!" Bulma yelled at Yamcha as he stared into the neckline of a well-built blonde. He just meant that it was in the nature of the man to look elsewhere. In addition, she doesn't need to wonder who he makes out with other women, after all, it would be she who never has time for him and would rather be with her machines than with him. Bulma handed the constant quarrel with Yamcha and so she ended the relationship. After being happy together for so many years, their love seemed to be gone.




One month later:


"What a damn crap!", Bulma suddenly shouted out loud. Out of sheer shock, Mr Biefs almost dropped his little black cat, which he always carries with him. Bulma emerged from under one of the many machines in Mr Biefs' huge laboratory. She was smeared with oil from top to bottom and could have burst with anger."This hammered device has a leak in its oil tank!" Her father only heard her roar as she left the laboratory and Schnur Stracks made her way to the bathroom. It was getting late and the Capsule Corp. had already gone home a long time ago. That was just right for Bulma, because she didn't want to run into anyone in this elevator.


“What's that supposed to mean?” The door to the bathroom was locked, so she had no choice but to wait in the oil-smeared Klammoten. She sincerely hoped that there wasn't a certain Sajajin prince in the bathroom, because she had no desire to offer him such a good topic to blaspheme about humanity, which in his eyes was worth less than the dirt under the paws of a street mutt.


Finally the door opened and Vegeta stepped out with a malicious smile when he saw Bulma. "Ah, so today is washing day. Nah, then scrub yourself off properly, I've heard that oil has a deterrent effect on your earthly men and you've been solo again recently!"" Whether and how long I'm solo is none of your shit! Besides, I only look like this because I had to repair one of your machines that you broke down. But you're not interested in that anyway! "And she was absolutely right, annoyed she pushed past Vegeta, who moved aside in disgust. Bulma closed the door behind her and cursed wildly over this snooty Sajajin prince, taking off her sticky and greasy work clothes. She quickly went into the shower , she enjoyed the warm water that touched her body. This light water massage made her forget all worries. She no longer thought about Yamcha or the stupid machine that she had repaired for the umpteenth time.




Unfortunately she had forgotten to get clean Kamotten clothes from her room and so she had to walk barefoot with a towel wrapped around her body through the long corridors to her room. Vegetas was lying right next to her room, the door of his room was ajar and Bulma couldn't resist, she carefully peeked through the gap.





I will continue to write later!