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A few days later, on Saturday evening, the party that Bulma had announced took place as agreed. She had tried very hard, but everything was perfect. The food was ready in abundance and now they, Jeanne and of course Vegeta were waiting for the visit. Klein-Trunks crawled around somewhere between Bulma and Jeanne and had just tried to put a devious tablecloth in its place, which had willfully waved around in his face. However, the attempt remained, because when this cursed and extremely mean piece of cloth seemed to come to life and moved, he had fled. Jeanne had left the heavy cloak and sword in her room and had borrowed a white blouse from Bulma. She had tamed her long black mane as best she could with a headband. Bulma had invited everyone, even had she looked for Piccolo, and now the doorbell finally rang.Bulma jumped to the door in her familiar black dress and yanked it open. Goku, Gohan and ChiChi grinned at her. "Nice that you are finally here!" Bulma greeted her exuberantly, you invited her in. "Hello Vegeta!" Son Goku greeted the SJ in the corner, who just looked at him somberly (as always) and didn't change his face. Jeanne also greeted Goku afterwards. After a few minutes everyone else came and it turned out to be a lively evening. Of course there was a lot of drinking (which speaks for itself * ggg *) And it was almost inevitable that Goku and Vegeta himself "drank something". With their Saiya-jin thirst, however, that added up over the evening. So the two of them sat next to each other, swaying, while Tenshinhan had drunk Yamcha under the table and ChiChi told Bulma about her last time with Goku. Bulma's parents had retired with Little Trunks hours ago. Somewhere between this celebrating crowd sat Jeanne and Piccolo, who had actually come.The Namek grumbled to himself as usual and Jeanne talked to Gohan, who was pretty much the only one who wasn't drunk. Late that night, or rather early the next morning, Goku and his family set off for home and dragged Kuririn, Yamcha and Tenshinhan with them. After everyone was gone, Vegeta, full as he was, pushed Bulma up the stairs. Jeanne then withdrew to her room, tired and slain. Around noon that day Bulma arrived in the kitchen with a headache and saw Jeanne sitting at the table, who handed her a glass of water and a headache pill. “Thank you.” Bulma said and sat down next to her. "I already looked after your husband earlier." Jeane explained and grinned. "He's not my husband!" Bulma insisted, washing the tablet down with a swig of water. "But where is Vegeta?" she asked after she had put down the glass. "He said he wanted to train. I think it went the GR."Jeanne replied and shrugged her shoulders." You fight too. Please keep him company. I think he's happy to have an equally strong training partner. "Said Bulma, holding her head." If you think so. "Said Jeanne and got up." I already know why I didn't drink anything yesterday. "She added as she left the kitchen. Bulma just groaned and collapsed on the table. Jeanne went down the hall to the GR. When she got there, she peered in through the window. Vegeta was just firing a volley of energy balls at the robots that served him for training. With one more look at the generator display, Jeanne raised an eyebrow and tapped the window. Vegeta paused, saw her, mumbled something, turned gravity to normal and let Jeanne in. "With so little do you work out? I thought you were stronger "She said when she was standing in the middle of the room. Vegeta gave her a dark look." Oh yeah? "He said and reprogrammed the machine, setting 150 times the force of gravity."Enough to warm it up!" he added and continued with his training. "What do you think of it when we fight? Such a little training fight in the morning removes grief and worries. What do you say?" suggested Jeanne and stretched. "As far as I am. If you absolutely have to." Jeanne smiled underhandedly. "Just like before, Vegeta. But I've learned a lot in that time. Believe me." Vegeta laughed coolly. “Believe me, me too.” And with that began an uphill battle between the two of them.




To be continued ...