Surprise! This is my little secret fan fiction ........ * clear your throat *


no, I think that was something else ... * g *


Thanks 4 all!






I love another. "The constantly beating heart stops beating for a second. She was incapable of thinking. But she was sure of one thing: She would have loved to kill him, yell at him or just castrate him. But she didn't want to make the situation easier for him. He did that himself: "Oh, my new one is just wonderful. Rastat pots, coffee-brown, smelly rich, soft skin ... "Then she thought:" Oh God, if it comes to me now: She doesn't like mini salami, but unlike you, it's just perfect! Then I'll tear it off his * censored * out once before I push him into the dirt pond over there! `Yamcha just keeps babbling. Finally he asks:" Um, what do you think of that? "and then Bulma saw herself walking to her car, getting in and Unfortunately Yamcha right over the foot.She stayed there for a moment, (oochh .... * g * I'm not too happy! * No, not at all *), ignored Yamcha’s request to finally get off his foot, and then says very coldly: "Yamcha, you are a little all-bang Baka who will be impotent in 15 years at the latest. Besides, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! "




With a sigh, Bulma returned to the present. Now, in retrospect, she regretted that it wasn't something else from Yamcha that had "flattened" her. `Oh damn it. Why should I torture myself out of bed now? `


There was something, well, tempting about staying in bed all day and sleeping. Moment, bed? As far as Bulma could remember she fell asleep at the kitchen table ... But who could have brought her here without her noticing? Vegeta? No ... but who then ???


After much thought she came to the conclusion that she was sleepwalking, or that Vegeta had brought her here.Both were more bad than right for her ...


But that Vegeta was responsible for Bulma sleeping peacefully in her bed, it was more likely whether Bulma liked it or not. If she got up now, sooner or later she would run into Vegeta.


She could already hear him speaking to her in a command tone: "Woman, make me something to eat! But be smart! By the way, the GR could also be repaired and you could also build a new robot for me!"


Bulma sat up in bed and just thought, 'Shit! `In the whole mess with Yamcha she had forgotten to build Vegeta a new" toy "... A few seconds later Bulma's panic had given way to sheer indifference.


`Tz, why am I actually doing what this Monkey Prince would like to tell me? He can kill me, but I don't care anymore ... If he should do it, at least I'll get rid of Yamcha and never have to hear anything about this coffee-brown super chick again ... that she had kissed Vegeta the day before had escaped her in all the hustle and bustle ... Bulma turned on her side and fell asleep again.The radio alarm clock next to her on the bedside table read 11:25 AM.






She dreamed that she would suffocate, but when she woke up again she had only wrapped herself in her blanket, which had been pulled a little tight. Bulma looked at her alarm clock. She had slept a full 17 minutes, but it felt like it had been at least 2 hours. She managed to free herself from her blanket and sit up in bed. When she took a look outside, an ugly sight awaited her: A gray layer of cloud moved over the city and brought storms and rain with it. `The landscape out there looks just as bleak as I feel, 'she thought bitterly. For the second time that day, it felt like she was in a movie. But not a romantic comedy, rather like in a drama or a thriller: Yamcha was a cold-hearted, filthy rich gang boss who had at least 3 lovers; while she, Bulma, stood in front of the stove at home, cooked for him and waited longingly for him to come home from his "overtime".Because officially he worked as some finance shark. One day the cold-hearted gang boss told his wife the ice-cold truth and he didn't care that this truth almost broke his wife's heart. (has anyone got it now?)




Bulma let this film flicker a few times in front of her eyes, but then noticed that a few things did not fit:


Yamcha didn't work, she had never really lived with Yamcha, and never sat at home and waited longingly for him. But she didn't know if Yamcha only had one mistress. Suddenly she came to a conclusion. She was going to change a few things in her life. E.g. your hair length, your room color and room furnishings and maybe a few small things. Finally Bulma managed to crawl out of bed and first of all treated herself to a nice, warm shower and then went into the kitchen to treat herself to a hearty breakfast.

Then she got dressed, drove to the hairdresser and then to Ikea.




1st week later:




With a sigh, Bulma sank down on her new couch. It had been a week since Yamcha announced that he loved someone. Bulma had to grin. `Well, somehow I should be grateful to him that he opened my eyes so that I can finally see what kind of Baka he is! I also have a new facility now! ´ thought Bulma and looked around her room with satisfaction: She had bought a huge bed, which she found super comfortable, then a new carpet, and a few things. But she especially liked the couch made of a kind of artificial leather in blue, which was also super comfortable and of course soft. Besides that, she had had her room painted: It was now a dark blue-white-silver-shimmering color, which she really liked.


For some inexplicable reason, she thought of Vegeta now.Bulma hadn't seen him in a while, to be precise, since she had left the house that evening.


She thought with satisfaction that he hadn't noticed anything about her "change". But that should change very quickly: the next moment there was a knock on her room door. When you speak of the devil, Bulma thought. "In?" called her. But when the door opened, not Vegeta was standing in front of her, but the person she least wanted to see: Yamcha. Suddenly everything began to spin before Bulma's eyes. Yamcha ...


"Bulma, honey! How are you?" Honey? After a week he came back and pretended nothing had happened? As if that other woman never existed? She still loved him, that was clear, but she wasn't helping out. No, not like that, not with her. She had to forget him. After all, other mothers also had beautiful sons ... "What do you want?" She asked, feeling anger rise in her.

Yamcha felt the chill in her voice. "Bulma, the other one was never really serious ... I still love you, shouldn't we forget everything?" Bulma Briefs, Yamcha Baka's female assistant. No, she didn't play along.


"Yes, we'd better forget all of this." She heard him take a deep breath. Before he could say anything, she continued. "That is probably the best. We forget everything that once connected us. Our we no longer exist. You no longer exist for me, so get out of here before I start talking to myself. Get out of here, dalli!" She enjoyed his Look so helpless. Like a toddler who is being taught that from now on it is no longer allowed to drink from the bottle, let alone suckle on the pacifier, but the child does not understand it. Or like a bird that had been shot in the wing.


"But ..."


"No buts," she interrupted. "Get out, get out of my room, get out of my life .." That was tough for both of them.It broke Bulma's heart, but she no longer wanted to be his toy. They had had a good time together, but it was over now, he had to accept that. They both had to accept that.


Without saying another word, he disappeared. And Bulma was happy about it.


After he was gone, she sat at her desk, put her head on her arms and began to cry.


Suddenly there was another knock on the door. She started and quickly wiped away her tears. Vegeta? No, he didn't knock. Why did he, of all people, immediately come to mind?


"Yamcha, if it's you, get out of it!" she couldn't think of anything better.


Then the door opened with a jerk. "Thanks for the comparison! I'm not as weak as him, and I'm not impotent either ..." He fell silent at the sight of her. Bulma couldn't believe her eyes: there was actually Vegeta standing there. “What happened to you? What did you do to your hair?And with your room? Well, it doesn't matter ... Tell me, you weren't crying, did you? "


Bulma shook her head, but the next instant the tears rolled down her cheeks again and she began to sob. She tried in vain to wipe away the tears, but she noticed that it didn't help and bowed her head so as not to have to look Vegeta in the eyes. Should he think that she was a weak earth woman. She couldn't care less, right?


Suddenly she felt like two strong hands placed on her shoulders and pulled her close. Bulma let it happen. She enjoyed his touch. How good it felt to be hugged again. She put her hands around Vegeta's hips and cried incessantly. Vegeta felt like Archangel Michael, but he wasn't really that. He was way too nice again. But what was it ... It didn't matter. Holding this petite person in his arms felt like ... good.He tried to remember the last time he had held someone like that in his arms. But he couldn't figure it out. Had he ever hugged someone to comfort him?


No, with the best will in the world it didn't occur to him. But he pushed the thoughts aside and began to rub the sobbing Bulma gently on the back, hoping that she would finally stop crying.




A warm feeling spread through Bulma. She felt his warm hands on her back, his hot breath on her neck. For the first time in a long time, she felt really safe again, and it was wonderful. It's a shame that you couldn't stop the time.


After a few minutes she had calmed down, but none of them even thought of breaking the hug.


Remain silent.


Still silence.


"Um, do you want to eat