Hello my dears ! So your many clerks always prompt me to continue writing;) thanks again and I hope that I get a lot of clerks this time ... uh yeah and sorry if I write something different than usual but this time I wanted to write it a little more "emotional". .. only say if you don't like it :) ... so byeee lg your Kikkowoman

Now they were "finally" at home. Vegeta unlocked the door, they ran home.
He ducked to get through the door frame into the living room because he still had his son on his shoulders. To the surprise of Bulma, who stared spellbound at the two of them.
"Uh, uh .. so did you guys have fun?" she asked a little puzzled. When Vegeta noticed this, however, he was a little embarrassed, did it look like he was having fun?
He quickly put Trunks on the sofa and put her numerous winnings in a corner of the living room.
Bulma had to laugh out loud when she saw the winnings. "Did you have to kill for that?" she asked still laughing Vegeta standing in the room."If it would have been more fun, I can do a lot better ..." he replied.
Trunks took a deep breath and both parents already knew that they could not have spoken a word anymore because "ER" would now start to reproduce a novel orally.
"SO THAT WAS SO !!! ..." he began, "take a breath .." ... "Breathe .." "Take it easy ..." were Bulma's short comments between his sentences.
He just looked so proud and happy. Bulma was so happy that she kissed her husband on the cheek. Whereupon he just uht and left the room.
That was clearly too much emotional fuss for him.

When he reached the top he opened a window and sat down in the frame.
He stared thoughtfully at the black night sky. There had been no such thing as a hype on his planet. He was once at the royal weekly market or at numerous balls or noble meals. But there was no such thing as a hype on his planet. Fun, something like that wasn't really capitalized with the Saiyajins.At least not in that way. Of course there were weekly markets but the men had more fun looting, conquering, women, alcohol ... and of course ... MORDEN ...
But of course he knew that the other children played on his planet ... met with their friends, danced and laughed.
But he wanted to put it aside as quickly as it came back to him. HE was the Saiyajin prince, he neither needed nor wanted that. It left him, of course, completely cold.

Somewhat dazed, he looked at the door, he heard footsteps. Quiet voices that said something like "Psst, be quiet! Your papa is probably asleep ..." and "Come on, my darling, it's already late, I'll cover you then there will be a goodnight kiss, but then we will finally sleep ..." ... "You have seen a lot today, you have to rest." Vegeta had to smile a little while listening, but he pushed it aside again.
Something like that left him completely cold for normal ... However, the person who spoke was his wife who spoke to her son as lovingly as no other.He had never heard such a loving, gentle voice before. It was hard to believe when you thought of Bulma's organ when she got upset about something again.
He knew it, however, she was happy with him, the outwardly emotional, serious, arrogant -, ignorant Saiyajin prince, but she only became the happiest woman when she held her beloved son in her arms.
He hadn't told anyone, but his feelings shortly after and during Trunk's birth were unbelievable, once in his life he had given some and not taken them.
This feeling was just indescribable and so intense that he couldn't suppress it at the time.

Thoughtfully, the tired Saiyajin lay down in bed and secretly waited for her ... his princess ...
He clearly heard faint footsteps approaching the bedroom. Bulma came in looked at Vegeta but didn't see anything because it was very dark in the room and lay down with Vegeta in bed.An icy wind breathed through the still wide open window, whereupon Bulma snuggled up to Vegeta. Satisfied, she gave Vegeta, believing that he was sound asleep, a kiss on the cheek and breathed a soft "Thank you .." into his ear.