Here is the 12th part if you enjoyed the 11th part.






Arrived at the Briefschen property, he dropped Bulma, who had passed out in the meantime, and was just able to get one


Put on the most disinterested facial expression (arms crossed over the chest and slightly averted), when Mrs. Briefs stormed out of the house and shouted in a hysterical voice "Oh, God, what have you scoundrel done to my poor darling?" Torn between worry around her daughter and the anger at the supposed culprit, she waved her arms wildly and tried to hit Vegeta.


He just held his left arm in front of him for protection and gave Mrs. Briefs an incomprehensible and annoyed look until he remarked briefly during one of her respite


"She had an accident and now stop nagging around here you fury and take care of your daughter."


Mrs. Briefs just looked at him incomprehensibly, but actually turned to Bulma and began to howl.

Vegeta thought "this screaming woman is hard to bear, I'll train a bit in the GR," the idea that he could vent his anger at Yamcha would surely spur him on to top performance.


He turned around and just left the women standing (lying), but did not forget to demand in his command tone "and later I want to have something decent to eat on the table!"




Bulma awoke from a deep, restful sleep. She tried to sit up in bed, which was difficult for her because her whole body hurt. After she had laboriously swung her legs over the edge of the bed, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her body. Apparently someone had washed her and bandaged her wounds.


Her mother came into her room and brought her some chicken soup.


Here my darling, this will help you get back on your feet.


She spooned the soup gratefully and smiled at her mother.

How, how did I get here? She asked?


Can't you remember when Mrs. Briefs replied?


No, I don't really know, but wait, now it comes back to me. Wait a minute, it was Vegeta or not, of course, he brought me here.


Suddenly everything came back to her and tears ran down her face.


Yamcha, he has, he wanted, oh no ...


Mrs. Briefs took her daughter in her arms and comforted her.


Cry your way out my dear, that will help. And then go downstairs and thank the nice Vegeta.


Bulma suddenly stopped crying, sat upright and looked challengingly at her mother.


What, should I thank him? And what do you mean by nice Vegeta?


It was he who threw me in the corner, I owe it to him that I am in this state, I could have defended myself against this guy on my own, but this arrogant guy has to constantly interfere in my life .

Mrs. Briefs looked blankly at Bulma and shook her head.


Well, I'll go downstairs, in any case Vegeta is just sitting downstairs doing one of his favorite things to do, eating.


When her mother was up, Bulma thought about what her mother had said.


Of course, she could never have defended herself against Yamcha. And the fact that Vegeta had tossed her out of the way so hard was surely just his stormy and rash way of protecting her. Nevertheless, it was somehow uncomfortable to have to meet Vegeta again. She decided to stay in her room and sleep first.


Vegeta meanwhile finished eating and made her way upstairs to take another shower and then go to bed. He wanted to train again in the GR tomorrow morning. When he had washed the sweat of the day from his body, he wrapped a towel around his hips and went to his room.On the way there he passed Bulma's room. The door was closed, but he paused and listened to the silence that came from the room. Whether she's doing better, he thought, but then he could hear the even breathing of the sleeping woman.


Well, not my problem, he thought and went on to his room where he fell asleep as soon as he got to his bed.




The next morning Bulma woke up very early, the sun was just about to rise. She got up from her bed to look out the window. She noticed that she was feeling a lot better. Her gaze wandered over the Briefsche estate. Sitting on the lawn in front of the house, Vegeta only dressed in sweatpants. His back was turned to her. Aha, she thought, an early riser too. The morning sun conjured a red-orange light on the man sitting there, and she couldn't help but admit that he looked particularly good in that light.A warm feeling flooded her and she decided to put some clothes on and go downstairs to him.


When she got to the front of the house, Vegeta was still sitting in the same place and watching the sunrise. Slowly she approached him, her heart began to beat faster and she noticed that her knees were a bit weak.


Vegeta must have noticed her coming, but he showed no reaction and did not turn to her either. So she just sat down silently next to him and looked in the same direction as him.


After a while of silence, Bulma began to stammer: Uh, Vegeta, about yesterday and so, I wanted to, I mean, I wanted to thank you again for helping me, you know, I ...


Vegeta turned his face in her direction and just looked at her.


There was no contempt or contempt in the look, or the arrogance with which he would otherwise punish her.


His eyes sought hers and he looked just amazing in that soft light.There was so much tenderness and desire in his gaze that Bulma couldn't help it and, as if paralyzed, held his gaze, yes, answered it.


As if drawn by an invisible magnet, their faces approached without taking their eyes off the others for a second. And as a matter of course, her lips finally found a kiss. Both kept their eyes open and looked at each other during the kiss, there was so much energy flowing between the two that they paused in shock because they couldn't believe what was happening. But just a moment and then they surrendered to their love. Vegeta gently embraced Bulma and pulled her closer to him, everything went off with ease, as if they had never done anything but love each other. Bulma hugged Vegeta's back with her bandaged arms and she didn't notice a single pain when he pressed her to him. She could no longer distinguish where her body ended and his began, they had merged into one ...