Because I couldn't wait, I allowed myself to continue with Part 11. Have fun






She just thought Oh no, what should I do, I have no chance against him anyway, he is much stronger than me, and she surrendered to her fate.


a few blocks away Vegeta was finishing his fourth ice cream.


That stuff just tastes like hell. Those miserable Earthlings couldn't manage much more than that, he thought and took off to fly back to the CC, he wanted to train a little after this strengthening. In addition, he was driven by an inexplicable feeling, the thought of Bulma did not let him calm down.


While his eyes roamed over the city, he came closer to the place where Yamcha was just about to harass Bulma more and more. There was something. he thought, and stopped abruptly in mid-flight. Indeed, directly below him he saw the earth woman with the conspicuously shining turquoise hair together with this weakling, who until recently was her friend in a definite situation.

Typical women, he thought, just don't know what they want. How could I have thought that she felt anything for me, what an idiot I am.


It made him angry, but he tried to convince himself that this stupid earth woman wasn't worthy of a prince anyway. But wait, what was that? On closer inspection he noticed that Bulma apparently did not agree with Yamcha’s fumbling, yes, now he could see it, she fought against him, she at least tried to, because although this weakling wasn’t really good at it he was far superior to Bulma simply by the fact that he was a man.


You pig, yelled Vegeta, and started to dive.


Down below, Yamcha had drained Bulma at the scream from Vegeta.


Bulma also looked up and screamed "Vegeeetaaa!"


Now it was clear that she needed his help, and he wanted to help, oh, yes, not only because his code of honor as a prince required this, but because he finally saw an opportunity to really hit this idiot in the face.

"You wretch," he just said and looked at Yamcha with an arrogant grin.


Yamcha took the defensive position, but he knew that he didn't stand a chance against Vegeta either. You don't have to interfere here, that's one thing that only concerns Bulma and me, as if get lost.


Bulma stood in the direct vicinity of Yamcha and was trembling all over, tears ran down her face, her clothes were torn and she tried to cover her nakedness as best she could, automatically, as if in a trance.


She stared at Vegeta and her lips formed his name, but not a word came out of her mouth. Vegeta understood this silent scream - and acted.


With a barely perceptible movement he was at Bulma, pushed her hard to the side, so that she flew a few meters through the alley and hit the ground hard.


Then he turned to Yamcha and knocked him down with a firework of blows.


He couldn't defend himself against Vegeta because he didn't hit him, but tried to get up again and kick and punch his opponent.

Bulma had meanwhile got up and released herself from her rigidity.


She saw the blood-soaked Yamcha defend himself desperately against his overpowering opponent a few meters away. Vegeta continued to hit Yamcha, he was no longer under control and was about to give a devastating blow.


Bulma dragged herself closer to the two fighters and tried to call Vegeta by name as loudly as she could. She knew that if she didn't stop him, the weaker one would be dead in the next second.


"Vegeta, stop it, you're killing him," she shouted.


Vegeta actually paused and briefly turned to Bulma, only to land another punch immediately afterwards.


"Please, she called, leave him alone, you can't kill him.


"Don't mix a woman, this wretched pig doesn't deserve to live," Vegeta hissed at her harder than he actually wanted, because she really was a picture of misery.

Please, leave it alone, Bulma tried again.


Yamcha had now got up again and tried more staggering and swaying to gain land.


Vegeta thought about it for a moment and thought, "pah, he's not worth getting my hands dirty on him", so he said to Yamcha again, "piss off from here, and should you come across my way again." run, I'll give you the rest, then nobody will stop me from getting ready, you weak worm. "


Yamcha tried to give him a dirty look, which did not succeed, and started to leave the battlefield.


Vegeta now turned back to Bulma, who had collapsed next to him in the meantime.


With an uncharacteristic loving manner, he knelt next to the woman and carefully lifted her upper body from the hard floor.


She didn't seem badly injured, but totally exhausted.


Tenderly he brushed a strand from her face and wiped away the tears that were almost dry.How fragile she is, he thought.


Bulma opened her eyes slowly and with difficulty and saw first blurred and then more and more clearly the face of the Saiyajin directly above her.


He looked at her worried and questioning and tried to get a smile on his face, which failed miserably.


But for Bulma it was the friendliest expression she had ever seen on this man.


She felt infinitely comfortable and secure in his arms, even if she had just had a terrible experience. He had saved her, he who otherwise could only give orders and never had a friendly word for anyone.


Although she had pain all over her body from the fall (flight) and her head hurt, she could clearly feel her heart beating almost up to her neck. This feeling made her forget all pain and she wished that this moment would last forever.


Vegeta tore her out of her dreams and asked her if she could fly.

You'd better see one of these doctors, he said, worried.


I'll fly you there because you won't be able to walk.


Bulma was already feeling a lot better and just said, thank you for doing this for me, and, there is no need for me to see a doctor, I haven't broken anything and I think that it will be enough if I go to bed at home for a few days, it'll be fine. Vegeta looked at her critically, but he also found that the color had returned to her face, he even found that her eyes had that challenging glow again.


Hmm, he made, OK. , then I'll take you to the C.C.


Carefully he picked her up from the floor with his strong arms and in no time at all he was flying with her towards home.


During the short flight they didn't speak a word to each other, but Bulma noticed that he was trying to protect her as best he could with his body from the flying wind, which she gratefully accepted.