LOVE OF HATE OR OPPOSITIES ATTRACT PART 2


I know the title sometimes doesn't fit what I'm writing, but I hope nobody takes that offended me!






After breakfast Bulma went outside to enjoy the nice weather and maybe to get a little tan. She lay relaxed on a white plastic lounge chair by the pool and watched the shimmering reflections on the still clear water. Bulma wore a dark green top and black short jeans. She thought about this morning, but most of all her thoughts swirled around the moment in which she had caught Vegeta at the door of her room. > What was he doing there? she asked herself for the tenth time. But then the image of Sayajin came into her head again, standing there in pink panties and she inevitably had to grin again. > Actually, he's really cute when he turns that powder red. she thought. But almost at the same moment something in her head said "stop".> But Yamcha is much cuter and nicer. ', Bulma admitted quickly in thought, as if trying to justify herself to herself. She shook off all thoughts with a jerk, closed her eyes and fell asleep a few minutes later without realizing it. In a dream she was walking with Yamcha along a beautiful white sandy beach, which lay in a bay that was bordered with palm trees and bushes. They ran barefoot and the sand was wonderfully soft under their feet. Bulma had never seen or even heard of the plants that surrounded her. Some of them soared high into the sky, but they were fern-shaped. Rose-like flowers rose from some palm trees like climbing plants on balconies. On the horizon you could see blue dolphins swimming and jumping around and they looked like the happiest animals in the world. They chased each other happily, their smooth, wet skin glistening in the sunlight. Colorful corals grew from the bottom of the clear sea up almost to the surface and fish in every imaginable color cavorted between them.Strangely shaped shells lay scattered in the sand and each one seemed like a precious and very rare stone. But Bulma didn't want to destroy this sight by picking up one of them. The wind pulled her hair lightly and kept blowing individual strands into her face. But she wasn't cold, and although it was warm, she didn't begin to sweat either. The water lay almost motionless, only small, muffled waves surged across the floor. No human sounds could be heard, except for her own breath and Yamcha and the sand kneeling beneath the soles of her feet. Everything here seemed so untouched by the noisy, hectic world in which Bulma usually lived. > The epitome of perfection!

Bulma searched for words, but found nothing that would be appropriate to describe this experience. She turned to Yamch and wanted to say: "I love you!" But then she realized that the man next to her wasn't her boyfriend at all. It was Vegeta. Bulma winced, backed away from him and let go of the hand that had just given her so much love and security. Suddenly she opens her eyes and the beach disappeared like a fatamorgana into nothing. > Just a dream, it was just a dream ... <


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I hope you enjoyed it, although this part is so short.