Willingness to help free of charge




Vegeta had overcome his bad dream, now "he quarreled with Bulma.> A 2nd bed, I slept here for you ...!" She broke off the sentence, she thought that would go to Vegeta's head. But this time he reacted Unusually something different, only nobody knows whether it was still due to an injury or whether there was more to it. "Oh really? How long have I slept?" he asked, dazedly clutching his head. Bulma was sitting on the bed next to it, she was smiling the proud prince to> About 3 days! WHAT, so long? Yes, but your injuries have healed very well when not quite either, your body regenerates quickly! Tss, it's all your fault anyway, you distracted me, you're 3 Days of precious T raining on it! I? Tss! Son Goku was here yesterday and brought you the last magic bean so that you could get yours Can continue training! Great, now Kakarott is already playing a guardian angel! He should take care of his own filth. So where is that thing? he asked unkindly. Bulma rolled her eyes angrily but said nothing, without a word she pulled the yellowish thing out of her trouser pocket and handed it to the mummy-like Vegeta.He reluctantly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it up. In top shape he tore the bandages off and burned them on the carpet. To the horror of Bulma> Vegeta the carpeting? Greenpeace would be proud of this dirt-free way of garbage disposal! conceited idiot! Woman, why is the G.R. not repaired again? he snapped at the pretty lady. Bulma was bubbling too, but she tried to accept Vegeta's whims and understand him> I'm sorry Vegeta, my broken bone has not healed yet, I can neither walk nor work! Does that mean you were by my side for the whole 3 days? But as long as you can get me some crutches, I'll be happy to fix it!



Extreme feelings of guilt




Vegeta strode purposefully towards Bulma, he grabbed, although she backed away fearfully into the hollows of her knees and under her back, he gently lifted her onto his strong muscular arms. She instinctively clutched his neck. Surprised and puzzled, she looked deep into the black eyes of the Saiya-Jin to whom she was now so close. Her otherwise pale skin turned slightly reddish in color> what is this supposed to be? she asked to end the silence. Vegeta started moving to the G.R. he just growled a low "Ph!" otherwise he remained silent. The proud prince knew what he was doing, he just didn't know why. He carried this unworthy earth woman in his arms, she clutched him. "Why am I doing this? I would have to shoo them there and not carry them, have I really sunk that low? Have I become nice?""Vegeta's thoughts were plausible, but offered him no answer. Seriously, are you doing that out of self-interest, he wants to have the GR repaired after all or is there a little helpfulness to be seen in this act? quiet, he devoted himself to his thoughts. Bulma also absorbed her mind and asked the questions just asked. Without a word he put them down in front of the main computer, then he stepped to the wall where there was a toolbox, which he stepped over to Bulma> Thank you she smiled and immediately went to work on her knees to repair the GR. Vegeta stood leaning against the wall, with crossed arms in front of his chest, he watched her work hard for HIM. His conscience plagued him, that was too the real reason why he sat down with her like that. How often had she already repaired the GR for him, how often did she stand by him and take care of him? And how often had he given her ankt?Vegeta couldn't admit that he wanted to help her. "I feel so guilty, but why? I used to let people work for me where and when it suited him, as thanks he gave them their lives. But it was with her otherwise, she did this work voluntarily, she took care of him voluntarily, she was voluntarily in his company and never stopped smiling. She was beautiful and fragile young, sensitive you can't treat her like a recruit, the proud knew that Saiya-Jin all too well, but had he bowed to it? No, how could it be otherwise. Again and again his thoughts hollowed him out, he could not get rid of them, they pursued him. Again and again he was on display how much Bulma had done for him and how much he had humiliated her for it. His guilt crushed like a burden, it hurt his head, it boomed like a high tone, "It makes me sick, I'll die again!"grimaced in pain.he knew what to do, but did he really want to take this "shame" on himself? Could he reconcile that with his pride? Bulma was close to him, closer than anyone else, as often as she had devotedly cared for him. Vegeta had this closeness because in the end, something always came out of it, pain! But what about his pride? Did he command him to help an earth woman? Definitely ! Otherwise he would be indebted to her and his pride would not be able to take that. He somehow bent the entangled matter in his mind so right that he could get rid of his guilty conscience but did not attack his pride. Without complaint, Bulma had the G.R. repaired again> I'm done Vegeta! she smiled at the black-haired prince who had been watching her leaning against the wall. Normally she would have thrown out with a growl, but he couldn't afford that anymore. He untied his arms, he looked away so that he didn't have to look at his helper, but ran towards her.He took her back in his arms and left the G.R. slowly and carefully he strode through the beautiful, illuminated corridors of the C.C. he was almost silent> Do you want to go to the bathroom? he asked shortly. > I would prefer breakfast! she smiled deeply into his eyes. Vegeta glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away again, he couldn't stand her warm smile