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Fanfic: Vegeta und Bulma auf Hawaii
Chapter: Vegeta and Bulma in Hawaii
Hi folks, this is my first FF, and I write (like almost everyone else) about Bulma and Vegeta. Write comments (yes yes, finish me off !! (-;
It was a fine day with the letters, and Vegeta was sitting at the breakfast table when Bulma snowed in. "Tomorrow!" she said happily while he continued to feed with relish. She made herself a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table across from Vegeta. "My parents and I are flying to Hawaii tomorrow. Are you coming?" she asked directly. Vegeta was so amazed that he even stopped eating for a few seconds and looked at Bulma disgruntled. "What am I supposed to do in Hawaii?" he asked grumpily. "Vacation. You can stay there too. But if you scrap the training room, then I can't fix it for you." He looked at Bulma, puzzled. "Hm, great. How am I supposed to do this?" Bulma smiled. "Well, very simple. You fly with me. Then you can't destroy the room either.And besides, a week's vacation couldn't hurt you either, you've been looking pretty exhausted lately! "Vegeta got mad." Shut up! It is none of your business how I look. I am not done! "With the words he jumped up and went to the door (apparently he had had enough breakfast already). When he got there, he turned around again and said:" I'll think about it again. "
Then he went into the training room and didn't come out until 8 in the evening.
When Bulma heard his door slam, she got up from the desk and went to his room. There she knocked. "What?" came Vegeta's voice nerdy from the room. "It's me, Bulma." She said and stepped inside. Vegeta stood in the middle of his room and looked at her disdainfully. "And what do you want?"
Bulma took a deep breath. "I wanted to ask you whether you would come with me or not. We rented rooms in a hotel on the beach. So we are not far from the beach. I would be happy if you come with me." she got it over with.He looked puzzled. 'Why does she want me to come with you? She can't really care. thought Vegeta. "Why don't you take this weakling ... what's his name again? Exactly, why don't you take Yamcha with you?" Now he had hit Bulma's sore spot. "Because, like you said, he's a weakling! And a conceited macho too." She roared at him angrily. Vegeta smiled. `She's funny when she's so angry. But also ... somehow ... sweet ... Oh chatter, what am I talking about? 'He thought. With his smile he plovocated Bulma even more. "What are you standing around grinning so stupidly? Tell me!" she started at. He was still grinning. "Oh, nothing. It's fine, I'll come with you. But only if you build me a new machine after the vacation, okay?" Bulma slowly calmed down again. "Hm, good. Done. But woe betide you destroy something. Pack your bag, we'll be leaving tomorrow at 8." Then she disappeared from the room and left a (still grinning Vegeta) behind.
It was a fine day with the letters, and Vegeta was sitting at the breakfast table when Bulma snowed in. "Tomorrow!" she said happily while he continued to feed with relish. She made herself a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table across from Vegeta. "My parents and I are flying to Hawaii tomorrow. Are you coming?" she asked directly. Vegeta was so amazed that he even stopped eating for a few seconds and looked at Bulma disgruntled. "What am I supposed to do in Hawaii?" he asked grumpily. "Vacation. You can stay there too. But if you scrap the training room, then I can't fix it for you." He looked at Bulma, puzzled. "Hm, great. How am I supposed to do this?" Bulma smiled. "Well, very simple. You fly with me. Then you can't destroy the room either.And besides, a week's vacation couldn't hurt you either, you've been looking pretty exhausted lately! "Vegeta got mad." Shut up! It is none of your business how I look. I am not done! "With the words he jumped up and went to the door (apparently he had had enough breakfast already). When he got there, he turned around again and said:" I'll think about it again. "
Then he went into the training room and didn't come out until 8 in the evening.
When Bulma heard his door slam, she got up from the desk and went to his room. There she knocked. "What?" came Vegeta's voice nerdy from the room. "It's me, Bulma." She said and stepped inside. Vegeta stood in the middle of his room and looked at her disdainfully. "And what do you want?"
Bulma took a deep breath. "I wanted to ask you whether you would come with me or not. We rented rooms in a hotel on the beach. So we are not far from the beach. I would be happy if you come with me." she got it over with.He looked puzzled. 'Why does she want me to come with you? She can't really care. thought Vegeta. "Why don't you take this weakling ... what's his name again? Exactly, why don't you take Yamcha with you?" Now he had hit Bulma's sore spot. "Because, like you said, he's a weakling! And a conceited macho too." She roared at him angrily. Vegeta smiled. `She's funny when she's so angry. But also ... somehow ... sweet ... Oh chatter, what am I talking about? 'He thought. With his smile he plovocated Bulma even more. "What are you standing around grinning so stupidly? Tell me!" she started at. He was still grinning. "Oh, nothing. It's fine, I'll come with you. But only if you build me a new machine after the vacation, okay?" Bulma slowly calmed down again. "Hm, good. Done. But woe betide you destroy something. Pack your bag, we'll be leaving tomorrow at 8." Then she disappeared from the room and left a (still grinning Vegeta) behind.