Ha… Ha… ..chii….! "
The whole table seemed to vibrate under Bulma's sneeze attack when it came time again. Annoyed, she pulled another handkerchief out of the box she had just bought and devoted herself to her new cold. That was what she had from yesterday's game with Vegeta.
With a grunt, she registered that she could hardly breathe through her nose and stared thoughtfully out the window: "But he's an ass too."
"So friendly today?" Vegeta's voice sounded indifferent enough as always to infuriate Bulma. He had a towel loosely around his shoulder and if Bulma had taken the time, she would have known in less than 3 minutes how many beads of sweat were stealing individually over his bare chest.
That could only be ascribed to the incipient feverish delusion! Grumbling, she rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand and found that it wasn't even close to warm.
Admitting that Vegeta looked good was just as little in her discretion.

Her eyes flash belligerently when the corners of Vegeta's mouth twitched contemptuously: "What is there to laugh about again?" Bulma's nose tip had already turned a dark red and the nasal sound of her voice also robbed the young woman of any seriousness: "That's not funny."
Vegeta crossed her arms over her chest and raised his eyebrows questioningly: "Isn't it?"
Was it a sayajin's gift to always be present when his presence was absolutely not wanted?
Sighing, Bulma took the teapot from the table and poured herself a cup. Maybe ignoring Vegeta would help. Discussing was not part of the plan. At the moment she hated her own voice.
And it would also be good food for Vegeta. Under no circumstances did she want to give him that satisfaction today.
"Not training at all today?"
And again she couldn't help it! In her mind, Bulma slapped herself and tried at least to look extremely disinterested and indifferent. Not that easy for a woman like Bulma.

Especially since she had the feeling that Vegeta could now and then look behind her facade. Wouldn't it be all the same anyway?
She watched him in silence before suddenly jumping up and gesturing for him to wait: "I have something for you."
A few seconds later she was standing in front of him. A package in their hands.
Vegeta looked at her questioningly, but Bulma just nodded excitedly: "Come on, open it."
She strainedly watched his expression while he rummaged in the box and put some clothes on the table in front of her. He seemed surprised, but let Bulma speak again.
Grumbling, she took the top from his hands and spread it gently on the table: "I studied the armor that you and Freezer wore. Not from bad parents."
She nodded approvingly and her eyes began to glow with pride as she held her part in front of his nose: "But I wouldn't be the daughter of the boss of the Capsule Corporation if I hadn't found something else to modify.""Come on, put it on!"
Bulma ignored the skepticism in Vegeta's gaze and waited patiently until Vegeta had put on the top and boots, then looked at it with interest: "Very light."
Bulma smiled: "And not only that: It is far more effective in protecting you than the previous one. I also allowed myself to set a few fashionable details."
The color remained unchanged, but now the Capsule Corporation logo adorned the back. He could live with that. As long as she wasn't in pink.

"What is it for?"
Bulma snorted: "Actually only for the fight of the cyborgs. But if you have them on for your training, you could help me to further modify and expand them. In 3 years I might have developed the technology a lot further!"
Bulma had not expected any exuberant praise or outbursts of emotion and yet Vegeta surprised her. He looked into her eyes approvingly, before nodding slightly and disappearing. Was that something like a thank you !?

She could have been happy with how the day went today. Vegeta had left his vein in the inside of his head and Bulma spent the afternoon lying in her bed to dispel her cold. If only everything was as simple as she'd like it to be.
Just as she was halfway able to get some air again and fell asleep, her door was pushed open with a loud crash and almost lifted off its hinges. Annoyed, she opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of Vegeta, who stared angrily at her. Seemed to be their fate to be confronted so closely with them all the time.
Grumbling, she straightened up and sighed when he held a fist with clothes in front of her nose: "What's that supposed to be?"
There she was again. That vein on his forehead just wasn't happy when it couldn't get to the daylight. Bulma tried to look as innocent as possible when she looked at him questioningly: "What do you mean?"
“What do I mean?” Did he still have to justify himself for the things he was holding in his hand?

He should have destroyed her when the unknown stranger landed on earth. Burned or blown up, they would have done less damage. But instead they somehow got into the hands of Bulma's mother, who had carefully placed them in the bathroom for him: "Do you really think I wear something like that?"
The corners of Bulma's mouth were working when she shrugged: "You suddenly don't like the color anymore?"
Her grin widened, even if she knew she'd better hold back: "I think it suited you very well. It's a shame Freezer never saw you in it."
"Duuuu ..." Bulma bit her lip and stared at an imaginary point on the wall. Well, pants and shirt were really cruelly chosen back then but he didn't deserve it any other way.And the fact was that she had nothing else available at the time.

"Where's the rest of my things?"
"Your things?" Bulma snorted: "The things that you and I bought are all in the trash because you always put them on to train. Until you come out in tatters every time! It's your own fault!"
Was Bulma imagining it or was the vein on his forehead actually widening? Probably not a very good sign.
"You will get new things for me!"
"That I don't laugh! Go yourself if your clothes don't fit you!"
“That wasn't a request.” He growled.
"And that's not a counter-offer, but a fact. Now let me sleep. I'm tired and have a cold in case you haven't noticed!"
She turned around stubbornly and covered herself up to her ears in her blanket. She clearly had other worries at the moment.

But somehow these didn't seem to be shared. Bulma squealed when Vegeta grabbed her hip for the third time in the past few days. But this time he actually put it over his shoulder. Did he still have them all ?!
Angrily, she hit his back with her fist, but only made Vegeta laugh: "If you want to tickle me, you have to grip a little tighter."
"Please let go of me!"
"Are you going to buy me new things?"
The resistance waned, but Vegeta knew that she wouldn’t give in. In silence, he carried them past both Mr. Briefs and his wife, who both looked at him with wide eyes. Bulma's screams confused her even more.
He waited gallantly until she ran out of breath before he put her down in front of him and crossed his arms in front of his chest: "Do you also have a fast plane? So far I only know your transporter, but we won't be like it flies until tomorrow there."
Bulma was cooking. Did he really think he could bring them down with that? But Vegeta seemed to be able to read her mind and smirked: "You can also fly with me if you want. Unfortunately, I just don't know where exactly I'll let go of you in the end."

Was this the revenge for letting him live with you? Bulma looked down at herself with a sigh and registered the turquoise pajamas she had put on earlier. So there was no way she could go into town: "I have to change."
But just as she turned around, she felt Vegeta's hand on her hem, which pulled her back to him roughly. For the first time since she had known him, she felt like seeing something in his eyes. Matching the grin that stole onto his lips. Was it his revenge that amused him so much?
"As you me so I you, sweetheart."