Sleep ... Oh yes, that was exactly what he needed now. Just sleep, suppress what happened that evening and just let yourself fall into oblivion. Why did this woman sneak into his room, lie down in his bed and claim it for herself? It was a cheek, a thirtieth unparalleled! But what was he getting upset anyway? He had shown her what he thought of the fact that he found this absolutely unsuccessful. He had thrown her out, upright, and yet he didn't get his usual satisfaction from it. But what was different? In all the time he was living here he had annoyed her, had shown her very clearly what he thought of her. Namely nothing. She was a low earth woman, not to be taken seriously, she was simply not worth it ... But why was he so restless now? For what reason did he not fall asleep as usual? A sleep that he so badly needed?Oh, he didn't know and it gave him a headache. This woman, who had sneaked into his room for no reason, took his bed as hers.
Vegeta startled, clinking, clanking. A plate, broken into all its pieces, he was sure of that. These people! They couldn't do anything right, not even hold a simple plate. Grumbling, he sank back into his pillow, letting his muscular back experience the litter of softer pillows, because wasn't that something he needed too? Rest after his workout? Certainly he needed her and that's why it made him all the more angry that someone made such a noise. His bare feet were not exactly gentle on the cold floor, no carpet adorned the barren room in which he lived, protecting him from the cold of winter. But what was it that made him so big? Nothing, absolutely nothing ... Only a pair of shorts covered his manhood when he stepped out of his room, here too he enjoyed the cold floor like nothing else when he took the path towards the kitchen.Whoever made this noise, this someone would experience his blue miracle, because who didn't know that he could not only cause pain with his fists ...

“Damn it!” She tasted blood, tasted it in all its details, tasted it, and yet she hated that taste. She had already seen too much of it, of the red, so viscous liquid that was dripping from her index finger. That stupid plate, why had it slipped out of her hand? Why were they so wet, full of cold sweat? It was excitement, pure nervousness, but why she felt that way, even she didn't know. This whole evening, a complete failure, insignificant and yet of such importance that she wanted to scream out loud. She dreaded it before tomorrow morning, she knew the shame Vegeta would bring upon her, how much he would mock her and tear her apart with just words.Slowly she leaned down, reached into the pile of broken pieces again, much more cautiously than a few moments ago, but with irritated nerves she realized that her pants kept slipping down a bit and thus a small, if stimulating sight on her Buttocks allowed. Oh, what bothered you? Nobody was awake anymore, but she was still up and now finally started to pick up the other broken pieces. Immersed in the attempt not to cut herself again, she did not notice, did not even notice that Vegeta was standing in the door frame and looking at her with amusement in dark opals.

Oh, what a sight! She, this earth woman, dissolved and angry about the blood on her finger, which she had inflicted on herself out of her own stupidity. His anger had subsided when he had entered, suddenly stopped in the door frame and looked at the angry Bulma. A real feast for the eyes her anger, the caution she showed not to cut again.But if he hadn’t been he, he wouldn’t have an impertinence, cleverly hateful words on the tip of his tongue. And so it was his steps that betrayed him, his presence and his cheek, which he could express only too well not only with words but also with gestures. "Clumsy as ever this earth woman. Do you never learn something new? Oh, how can I expect something like that, after all, you are only you". Grin, as spiteful and malicious as it was, it was just as amused and amused. Oh yes, he was curious about her answer, excited about the play of both tongues, which gave nothing to each other.