Soooo I'm back with the next part! Sorry that it took longer than usual .. had a lot to do ... -. - ..bäh .. well, it doesn't matter now it's so far! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you .. for your dear clerks!

sorry so I personally think the part is bad ... so I hope for any suggestions for improvement ^^ I continue to write as always with a few nice clerks ... I don't set a number! : .. lg your Kikkowoman!

The next morning Bulma woke up yawning loudly. The seat next to her had long been empty. She knew only too well why.

Vegeta hadn't been able to fully complete his training yesterday. That must have made him totally bitter. She had to smile lovingly at the thought. No, it really meant a lot if he stopped training prematurely for his son.

Bulma always knew that Vegeta loved his son, but he finally had to show him. The boy couldn't just think of it that way. It broke his heart that his beloved father ignored him.Yes, he mostly only paid attention to him during training. Sometimes it came across as if Vegeta, Trunks just looked at like a warrior that he had to drill and push up. So that he reflected him ...

Yeah, was that what Vegeta was thinking? When someone saw Trunks, heard "It's the son of Vegeta ..." ... "A good warrior ... great fighter .." Was that what he wanted?

Bulma shook her head at the thought. She couldn't believe that. Unfortunately it came across as very misleading.

She stretched again, yawned heartily again, rubbed her eyes and counted aloud on:

"1 ... oh, I'm tired ... 2 .. I have to make breakfast ... 3 ... and off to the new day!"

She jumped out of bed and immediately moved towards the closet, pulling out a light blue dress.

She went into Trunk's room just to make sure he'd already been training with Vegeta. But what was that? It was now Sunday, 9:00 am. He was actually still in bed!Was Vegeta about to let her sleep?

She walked slowly to the bed. She sat on the edge and stroked her son through his violet hair. "Trunks .. get up ... It's already 9:00 am ..." He turned to the other side of the bed.

"You can get bread rolls! I will also stop the time again! If it's good you can show it to Dad!" ... Trunks startled "Father? Is he already training? Is he in the GR without me?"

He quickly jumped up, kissed his mother on the cheek and ran into the bathroom.

KLATSCHHHHH !!!

"miou" a plaintive meow could be heard through the CC, Trunks quickly shouted "SORRY" and closed the bathroom.

Whereupon a painful-looking puss ran up to Bulma, "Oh Schnukki ..." she bent down, "Will you at least come into the kitchen with me?"

Meanwhile in the GR:

* Gossip .. * * booom * and a plaintive "ouch ..." Vegeta on the part ...

He thought about so many things. Could he be a normal father? If he could do it without tarnishing his pride and honor.*What is wrong with me ? Why do I worry about something like that? Why now? * he asked himself again and was not quite there. After all, in that state, he thought it was pointless to train under such conditions. What was wrong with me him? Damn it!

He was just floating back on the floor and about to turn off the gravity control. When the GR's door opened out of nowhere.

His son ran up to him beaming, "What's going on? Are you taking a break?" beamed Trunks.

Vegeta looked down at his son "Hm ... tze ..."

Trunks ran straight for the wall, jumped at them with a monkey theme, and raced towards his father for "34 seconds," he reported in flight.

"34 seconds ... 60 rolls .. but I have to say they were already ready ..."

Vegeta grinned .. he was undoubtedly fast .. "Still too slow .. Do you stay so lame forever?" he replied coolly.

Trunks radiant eyes lost their shine apprupt. Which Vegeta just looked away and picked up again."Go on ... Next round .."

But no .. Bulma was already standing in the doorway "Are you two at least coming to eat in the kitchen?"

Despite their hungry stomachs, the two only replied: "Ohhhh ... hmmmm ..." and "Tze ...", "does that have to be?"