And continue with chapter 23!

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23. It's not your fault!



Since the day that Bulma and Vegeta had been in town, Vegeta had decided to train again and Bulma had given him the spaceship again, 4 weeks had now passed. In the meantime he has already managed to restore his original training routine, with 6 hours of sleep a day, 18 hours of training with a few small breaks in between. He was also catching up on his deficit. He is full of energy and hard to get out of the spaceship. Its depth a month ago has blown away and everything is back to normal. Bulma has also recovered in the last few weeks and left what had happened behind her. It doesn't even occur to her to go off and on men’s trapping again. She likes it the way it is now. The situation between her and Vegeta has clearly relaxed and both can deal with each other normally again, as far as it is possible to deal with a Saiyajin normally.Just like before, before they were as close as on that night that had made everything so complicated in the first place. It is mid-April and you can already see that this summer will be one of the hottest in the last 7 years. Bulma is sitting in front of the PC in her laboratory and doing calculations. "Whatever comes to mind!" she mumbles annoyed because her new project doesn't want to work out as it should. She remembers exactly what Vegeta said to her last week, after all, she wrote down most of it. It should be fireproof, it should be able to dissipate pressure and hard blows from the outside. It should not necessarily freeze to death in it when it is cold and it should not boil through when it is very hot. It should sit well, not lurch and it should be comfortable on top of that, otherwise it is unbearable in such a combat suit. "So ... cut and drafts I would have ..." she ponders hard. "I wonder where I should get such a material from ?! It won't be cheap either." she throws a critical look at Vegeta's old battle suit lying on the shelf at the back.Then something new falls on her that she has completely ignored until now. "Oh ..., the breastplate is still there too! I almost forgot it." she sighs now as she becomes aware of the part that lies next to the combat suit. "Great ... Vegeta didn't tell me anything about him! Typical!" she gets up from her chair and walks towards the part. "Well, that's when I'm such a genius and Vegeta expects me to do it!" she mumbles to herself when she remembers what he had said to her "You are such a scientific genius and I heard it hyperintelligent! It must be easy for you to make a combat suit, right?" he had said to her between door and hinge and waved his old battle suit in his hand. "Well then let's go!" she takes a deep breath and takes the tank from the shelf to take a closer look at it.



Vegeta is doing his training in the spaceship.He has caught up quite a bit in the last three weeks, is now able to do his 400G again and can be very satisfied. Now and then he has to think of Bulma who only shook him out of his depth. "Do not forget who you are!" she had said to him. "Strange ..." he ponders because he is sure that someone has said that to him before. But that was a long time ago. Too long to remember exactly. Her face, illuminated by the silver moon, when he woke up from this nightmare can still be seen in his mind's eye today. Then it occurs to him that she has been standing behind him the whole time, sticking to him even though he has not asked her to. He owes it to her that he escaped this Feith. And he hasn't thanked anyone to this day, even though it's not his style to thank anyone. Perhaps one day there would be an opportunity to return the favor for what she did for him and what she still does for him.She has proven many times that she is something special. Every now and then Vegeta wonders what it would be like now if he hadn't turned her down then. Would have just tried seriously with her. He knows exactly, even in the moment, that she would only suffer more. He's just a danger to her. And especially when he cannot curb and control the beast that still slumbers in him and by which he is still visited many a night. He feels so calm around her, so balanced and yet she sometimes confuses him. Especially when she is lying in a bikini by the pool and enjoying the April sun. Vegeta blushes at the thought and thinks it is better not to think about it and to finish the last unit of today's training.



Bulma walks through a narrow corridor towards a door, the window of which is greenish light. The corridor was very long, but before Bulma knows it and can think about whether she really wants to open this door, she is already standing in the large room.At first she can't see it clearly, but after a while and after she takes her eyes off the tiled floor, which she thinks she knows from somewhere, she sees the many tubes that reach up to the ceiling. There is a somewhat cloudy liquid in the tubes. She comes close to one to see what is floating in this murky water and what is moving weakly. She can't catch a glimpse and so goes to the next tube, where suddenly a queasy feeling takes hold of her. Reluctantly, she steps to the glass and looks intently at the dark silhouette. When she wants to move away from the tube and want to go to the next one, this figure moves around in her and presses her face against the pane of glass. This deformed face stares at her with wide, reptile-like eyes and her mouth rips open with its misshapen teeth. Bulma is almost frightened to death and after the first shock she lets go of a shrill cry of fear.



Bulma sits panting, drenched in sweat in her bed and presses the blanket, which she is holding tightly in her hands, to her heart, which almost bursts with excitement. "Not again!" she stammered confused and props her face in the hand she is now resting on her bent knee. She had had such nightmares the first few days after seeing all these attempts in Feith's basement. But after a while it was over and she had her peace of mind. It takes them all the more that these nightmares are coming back now. Two days ago she had had a similar dream and then couldn't sleep for half the night. Now she was wide awake too and she decides to watch TV to distract herself. As she leafed through the television program in the living room, she noticed that only horror films were now showing and she really didn't feel like doing anything like that. "Mh ... no wonder! 2:00 am .." she notes as she takes a look at the digital display of the video recorder.At first she thinks about whether she should go back to sleep, but then she suddenly feels like a hot cocoa. As a child, her mother always made her hot cocoa when she woke up from a nightmare and walked over to her crying. "Mh ... maybe it will help?" she smiles as she remembers it and makes her way down to the kitchen. Once in the anteroom, she walks towards the kitchen door. Strangely enough, this is open a crack and light falls through it onto the cold floor of the anteroom. Bulma pauses briefly, suddenly it seems to her like in her dream earlier. Everything is dark around her, there is only the light falling from the door. When she arrives at the door, she hesitates, who knows what she suspects behind it in her own house. She carefully pushes the door open and enters barefoot. There is no one there, only Vegeta, who is sitting at the table with a glass of water. He lolled on the table with one arm and dozed off.He doesn't seem to have come from training, rather from above, because he is only wearing shorts, a T-shirt and is also barefoot. "Hey, what are you doing here at this time?" Bulma speaks to him now. Vegeta is startled, his arm slips under his chin and his head hits the tabletop. Bulma looks at him in amazement. Drunk with sleep, Vegeta lifts his head and looks sleepily at her with half-open eyes. "Oh, it's you ..." he mumbles, leans back in his chair and feels with the palm of the hand on the spot on his forehead hit by the table. Bulma's attention is drawn to the crack in the tabletop. "I'm not buckling it up!" she comes close to him and examines the spot on his forehead. "You don't have a scratch, not even a dent, and the table is over." she wonders. "Mh ..." comes from Vegeta disinterested and lets his arms dangle down to the sides of him. "And what are you doing here?" he now asks Bulma who goes behind the kitchenette."I had a bad dream. And you?" she answers him and immediately asks a counter-question. "So similar." he answers her shortly and lounges again next to his water glass. He already has one of those nightmares behind him that he had when he was in space for the 3 months. He's been back almost every night lately. And it's always the same ending. Every time he's the bad guy and everyone else is gone. He is the only one left because he is also the culprit. Something has awakened in his subconscious that has left him no peace since he destroyed the people of the Euphoroa. A strange force that he is slowly beginning to fear himself. "Do you want some cocoa too?" Vegeta is now torn from his thoughts again and looks at Bulma, who is fetching two cups from the kitchen cupboard. "Mmm." he hesitantly gives her approval and watches her. She is pale and thin. In her sheer ice-blue nightgown that reaches just below her buttocks, she appears even more fragile than she is.Her tousled long hair falls over her bare back and over her shoulders on which only two thin straps of her nightgown rest. Your skin is so white and looks soft and delicate. And he can smell the delicate scent of her shower gel right up to the table. "Where did she put the cocoa powder!" she bends down to look for it in the closet. During this movement, the short hem of her nightgown lets you take a look at her panties. Vegeta swallows hard and immediately averts his gaze from her. How could he condescend to