Of warriors and sissies (2)




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... here the continuation




4. Girlfriends and nail polish


"No, no, no! I've already told you so often that you should kick this guy into space once and for all! He's just taking advantage of you! Don't let that go!"


Bulma shook her head in disgust. Because of emancipation! Her best friend was just about to let her boyfriend move her pig head back in, although he had already cheated on her X times. There was no way she could let that happen!


With the telephone receiver wedged between her ear and shoulder, she tried to build up her friend's self-confidence while also properly applying the nail polish to her fingernails. Delighted, she spread her toe, which had already been painted, and examined the color, which, strictly speaking, she no longer really liked.

"How often are you going to let him get away with that?"


She absolutely didn't like the color anymore. She looked critically at the locked bathroom door. After his evening workout, Vegeta had occupied the bathroom.


"Finally wake up and use your mind! You are not his puppet that he can put in the closet if he is bored with it ...!"


The color on her nails was getting worse every second.


"No! I don't mean to say that you are boring ..." she whistled back into the phone.


“Wait a minute, honey!” She tried to hold the receiver with the back of her hand.


"Vegeta!" She yelled towards the bathroom. No reaction.


"VEGETA!", She repeated, but this time with groundbreaking success.


The door literally jumped open.


"Just stop, shout here, shout!"


She looked at the Saiyajin with a toothbrush in hand, grinning.


"I would say you should stop brushing your teeth first!"

'Just what I need! 'Bulma thought with a groan. 'An annoying friend, a disgusting color and Prince Vegeta in boxer shorts and foam at the mouth!'


"Why? You've already messed things up !!!" he boomed.


"Could you please give me the nail polish remover from the bathroom cabinet?"


Vegeta opened his eyes wide and wiped the foam from his mouth with his hand.


"Do you still have them all! Get it yourself!" He thundered back.


Bulma doubted Vegeta even knew what a nail polish remover was.


Annoyed, she got up.


"Listen honey! I'll call you right back!" She dropped the phone on the floor, tried to walk halfway like a normal person and ignored Vegeta's stupid face. With her toes apart, careful not to lose the cotton swab in between, she more or less hobbled to the bathroom door.


"Move to the side, man! You can see that it's not that easy!", she snapped at him as she pushed past him to get into the bathroom.


She grabbed the little blue bottle and hopped back to the phone in her very peculiar way. After she sat down on the floor again, she began to babble on.


"Hi honey, it's me again! Where did we stop ...?"




Vegeta watched the picture critically. Slowly he really wondered whether everyone was so crazy or whether he was just stupidly having the parade specimen for above-average stupidity next to him.


"Ts!"


Coloring nails in bright colors and chatting for hours on the phone about irrelevant things ... the whole thing could hardly be surpassed in idiocy ....




5. Visit to the hairdresser


"I'm there again!", Bulma shouted, as loud as she could. She simply put her shopping bags in the corner. Someone would later be interested in the crap she'd just bought again.Suddenly her head felt unusually light again. She had been to a hairdresser's a few hours ago and had her curls cut off. The long hair was just too unwieldy, especially in her workshop. Bulma had to constantly watch out that Lotte didn't get stuck somewhere. She ran a hand through her short hair and shook her head back and forth to get used to the new freedom.


"Bulma, you just look amazing! Whoever can resist you now is either blind or just gay!", She said to her reflection in the mirror.


"Or he's just too busy," came a rough voice from behind her.


"Mother! Do you have to scare me like that? Can't you knock like any normal person?"


"If I knocked everywhere I would have missed the best things in my life!"


Bulma sat on the couch and crossed her legs.

"As if you've already experienced interesting things ..." she teased. She accepted the cup of tea her mother had given her.


'What can you experience as a housewife and mother?


Compared to the adventures she had to endure with Goku, it was a no brainer! '


"Sure, or have you ever seen Vegeta naked?"


Bulma promptly choked on her much too hot tea.


"Honey, did you blush?"


'Mother, do you suffer from softening of the brain?'


"Of course! I scalded my tongue too!" Although she wasn't so sure whether it was the tea or just the thought of seeing her roommate completely exposed.


"I tell you, this is a fine specimen of a man.", The mother whispered.


"Mother! You haven't been watching him secretly! Are you completely crazy now or what ?!"


She knew that her mother had a weakness for handsome men, but this really went too far!

"I would never do something like that ...", she chirped innocently


"It only occurred to me at night last week that I forgot, hadn't put my 'good evening beautiful skin and goodbye your stupid wrinkles' cream on. So I went to the bathroom again at night and saw Vegeta there - I think me, every single second was worth it! "


"Mother, you can't say that! Vegeta is our guest, what should he think of us?", Bulma shouted horrified. But her brain was working.


"Father and you, you have your own bathroom. Why are you making such a long detour in the middle of the night. You could have gone into your own instead of mine!"


"Oh, well, you know ...", Bulma's jaw dropped.


"You deliberately surprised him? What kind of sick brain is hidden behind your head, huh?"


"Let me have some fun too.Nothing else is going on here! "


'Apart from the daily explosions ...'


Shaking her head, Bulma carefully took another sip of the tea.


"Vegeta could be your son!", She pointed out.


"But it isn't.", She grinned back. "Now look at that!"


Bulma followed her mother's hand gesture. On the table she had placed a plate with incredibly tempting pieces of cake. Bulma felt her mouth water at the sight.


"Today I discovered a new pastry shop and now look at what little mess they do." Bulma looked at her mother in admiration, who was able to eat hundreds of these little cakes without putting on a single gram of fat.


"I want your worries ...", Bulma admitted jealously.


"Ah, I see!" Replied her mother, who was now gleefully eating one tart after the other. "You're in a bad mood because Vegeta is only concentrating on his training and has not seen you for days!"

"That's not true at all! I'm not in a bad mood!" Replied too defiantly.


'But he could stop by more often ... after all, he lives here and he uses my bathroom! Incidentally, he could often fold the toilet lid down again and you squeeze out the toothpaste tube from behind! '


Bulma was torn from her thoughts when her father joined them. Strangely enough, without consultation, a good system had developed between Vegeta and her father. When Vegeta did his training, her father had his free time, went to sleep or did something. However, when Vegeta finished his training, her father began to work repairing the machines. Her father slept, then Vegeta worked, Vegeta slept, then her father worked.


Bulma's job was simply to fine-tune the repaired machines for Vegeta. Her workload was limited at the moment, which is why she hadn't seen Vegeta for a few days.

Her father actually had his free time now, since Vegeta was training. However, he was a scientist through and through. Actually, all he could do was sit in the laboratory and do research.


And the way he looked, he'd been back in his workshop all day. His hair was horribly tousled and his smock was all wrinkled. Even his cat hung like a wet sack on his shoulder. Her father stretched and stretched before sitting down. But his eyes shone as if he had made another interesting discovery. Bulma listened curiously. It could only have something to do with Vegeta. Everything in this house revolved around Vegeta.


'Vegeta here, Vegeta there! Vegeta did this, Vegeta did this ... '


"I've never seen anyone as crazy as this Vegeta!" He began to tell.


Bulma put on her 'I knew it right away' face.


'How come everyone in this house has anything to do with him except me?'

"Somehow he got the pan hot ...", her father continued undeterred. "He trains under ever higher gravity and absolutely nothing seems to be able to stop him. Besides, he always wants new machines, which he only turns into junk. Every day he is eighteen hours in the space capsule!" he reported approvingly.


"I'm not surprised at all," added Bulma. "Vegeta can't do anything but fight."


"Well, I think that's an extremely attractive feature about him."


The professor looked at his wife in amazement.


"I always thought you adored Goku and didn't like Vegeta at all."


Bulma was amused to see her mother grimace, as if she had to choose between a strawberry cream cake or a chocolate cake.


'Both cakes take first place on the hit list for sweets for women!'


"Yes, right. Goku is a delicious