Slight blush




Plagued by his thoughts, Vegeta disappeared in the middle of the night at the G.R. to further educate yourself with your training and to detach yourself from your thoughts. The next morning began, Bulma was up early, the shock of the previous night had cost her nerves. The sun, however, shines beautifully and carefree through the tilted window and tickled her skin. She lingered on her bed and looked at the corner into which she had thrown her picture with Yamcha. Without a word she got up and knelt in front of the broken picture in one of her short nightgowns. For some reason she still hadn't thrown the picture away, she gently brushed the broken pieces off the photo> Oh Yamcha, how could you do such a thing to me! Well, are you still mourning this weakling? "joked Vegeta. Bulma rolled her eyes in surprise> How?Where are you from? Well ..! What else do you want? The G.R. is broken fix it! No, I won't. Do it yourself! You ... you only wear boxer shorts! she stammered embarrassed, Vegeta thought she saw a slight red in her face. With a critical look he looked down at himself> And what are you doing? Fix the G.R. now! Why should I? Because I am a prince! Hey, at least let me put some clothes on so your eyes don't fall out again! Bulma screamed in her anger. Vegeta stopped abruptly at these words, but at first without a word, he immediately took his hand from Bulma so that it could slide down on him to the ground. She stopped in front of him in shock. A slight blush spread across Vegeta's face and he escaped her angry look by looking away> then hurry up or you will go with me! So done! then get out of the field!