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 do I do that? I would have to shoo her there and not carry her, have I really sunk that low? Have I become nice?" Vegeta's thoughts made sense, but offered him no answer. Seriously, you do it out of self-interest, after all, he wants the G.R. have repaired or is there a bit of helpfulness to be seen in this act?The prince remained silent the whole way, devoting himself to his thoughts. Bulma also got deeper into her mind and asked herself the questions just asked. Without a word he put it 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! 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.