"OK, everything fine?" Bulma asked Vegeta over dinner.


"You don't have stage fright, do you?"


"Huh ?! How do you get that?"


Bulma grinned.


"You eat so little! This is not normal!"


Vegeta looked puzzled.


"I eat normally!" With these words, Vegeta grabbed the leg of chicken that was on his plate and, like a wild animal, attacked it. "I'm not quite comfortable with the thought ... I hope tomorrow will pass quickly!" he thought.


The agonizing hours passed slowly. It felt like an eternity to Vegeta until the next morning. He was still awake in bed, turning restlessly from side to side. "This nervousness pisses me off! I don't really care what Kakarott and the others think of it! But why is it so important to me?" "But not ... because of ...? Do I want to prove myself to YOU?"


The truth permeated Vegeta's body.

"Please don't! That can't be true!" The more Vegeta thought about it, the angrier he got. Suddenly he hit the bed with his fist. "No !!! I won't allow that! It'll come to the point where I'm going crazy because of a woman !!!"


This little outburst of anger made Vegeta calmer. His eyelids grew heavy. He slowly fell asleep ...




"Morning, Vegeta!" Bulma said cheerfully as she stepped into the kitchen and found a thoughtful sayajin.


"What about you? Are you not well? Asked Bulma worriedly.


"I don't see what that has to do with you!"


"Don't always be so overly sensitive. I haven't done anything."


Vegeta grumbled something unintelligible and looked out the window.


"And whether you've done something! You keep haunted my head and I can't do anything about it!" thought Vegeta. "Damn it! This is driving me crazy!"


"The party starts at seven. That means we have to leave at around five thirty.So be ready by then. "Said Bulma." What? The party starts so late? "Vegeta asked incredulously." Shit! Waiting until then will drive me crazy! "


"Why so nervous? Everything will be fine, don't worry."


Vegeta fell back in thought. "She's good at talking! Every further minute drives me crazy. I can't train. SHE distracts me too much!"


"Crap!" Vegeta suddenly called loudly. Bulma looked up puzzled. "Did I miss something?" Vegeta walked out of the kitchen and started to get into the training capsule. Once there, he sat down on the floor and took a deep breath. "Damn it! That feeling ... I can't keep it in check any longer. -What happens if she notices ...?"




Meanwhile...


"Strange bird, this Vegeta! In the last few days he was like a different man ... even really cute ... -But since this morning he's just the old bastard again!" Bulma said to herself.Suddenly the phone ringing ripped her out of her mind.


"Yes, hello? ... Oh, Yamcha, not heard for a long time ... well, I'm coming to the party today, what do you think? ... Oh, you want to know if you can be my male companion? Um , well ... you know it's a little late for that question, don't you think? ... To be honest, I already have someone to go with ... Who? - It's Vegeta. "Yamcha did not answer. "What about you, Yamcha? Did that blow you so much?" Bulma grinned maliciously and thought: "You will be blown away by something completely different today!"


After a while, Bulma hung up. "he is experiencing his blue miracle ..!"