"Can't you fly faster?"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow in question, while Bulma sat at the wheel, grumbling and looking straight ahead. "I don't have all day!"
"And I don't really have any time. So who got it worse?" She stared at her pajamas, offended. How could he expect her to fly into town with that thing ?! She could already feel the looks of the people.
She wanted to go down in history. as a luminary in science and research, not as a crazy person who liked to mumble in pajamas during the day.
"Did you always talk to your mother like that?"
"What does that have to do with it now?"
Bulma narrowed her eyes to small slits and poked maliciously in his direction:
"Son Goku would get his ass full from Chichi if he dealt with her like you did with me!"
Vegeta growled, "I thought your name was Bulma."
"I'm Bulma too!" Impatiently, she knocked on the steering wheel in the plane and suspected something bad when Vegeta's facial expression again twitched:
"Then I have nothing to fear either. You have already proven several times that you are not good at messing with me."

“I feel sorry for the women of yours.” Bulma sighed and started at least one last swipe. However, she didn't expect to hear Vegeta answer again:
"Our planet cannot be compared with yours. Women only had the purpose of helping us through selective choices to ensure our continued existence."
"You said that nicely." Bulma grumbled, "The way you put it, you can hardly guess that we're talking about love and offspring."
"We Sayajins love fighting. That's what we live for."
Sighing, Bulma reduced the speed as they were already approaching the big shopping center:
"What about dates? Appointments? Go out to eat or just dance?"
“Do I look like I'm dancing?” Vegeta's voice was harsh and Bulma knew she would do well not to ask any further questions:
"No, probably not. But I can't imagine that you could control the relationship between men and women just like that. There must have been people who found you out of love for each other, didn't you?"
“Silly chatter!” Vegeta growled and vigorously yanked open the door on his side. Only to have it completely off its hinges.
“The technology here leaves a lot to be desired.” Indifferently, he tossed the part into the next corner and waited for Bulma, who stared at him with wide eyes.

For Bulma, the walk through the mall was always rest and relaxation. But with Vegeta it was very reminiscent of running the gauntlet. His action with the helicopter door had already attracted enough attention, but Vegeta himself seemed to have gotten into the target as well. Had she turned up with a star from the latest soap opera, the reaction would not have been any different.There was giggling, waving and Bulma was sure that every nubile woman had just smiled at him. How could that be possible?
He himself did not lose a breath of his always so indifferent expression and did not react to the attempt to speak to him. The bad boy had found his fans.

"They are all much worse than your mother."
Bulma raised her head in amazement as Vegeta looked around in exasperation. Was Goku's wife like one of those cackling chickens too? If this seemed normal, then he was actually beginning to feel something like respect for Bulma. It was exhausting, but at least she had guts.
He headed for the next store in silence and wrinkled his nose in disgust as he nostrils loads of scented spray.

An automatic doorbell had rang when they entered and a young woman was already bustling towards them. A disdainful look at Bulma, before she turned to Vegeta, delighted: "Hello, sir. Can I help you?"
Bulma growled, "He needs clothes to wear."
“I'm talking to him myself, as you can see!” Bulma sighed and slumped down on one of the many stools that provided seating. She didn't have the strength to argue with anyone. All she wanted for now was a blanket and bed to cure her cold.
The saleswoman at Vegeta's side talked excitedly to him before turning around smiling: "I'm sure that we have something suitable for her."

Several minutes passed before she headed for him again with a bundle of clothes from the shelves. Bulma bit her lip gleefully as she presented him one colored piece after the other.
"The latest trend in men's fashion. Be courageous and wear color!"
She proudly pointed out the window and at the couples on the streets, who seemed to surpass each other in hideous colors. God bless him that he didn't send Bulma off alone. That would have ended in disaster, that much was certain.
"You see! If you had kept the pink shirt, Vegeta. Then you would finally have gone with the fashion!"
Bulma grinned and ignored the twitch on Vegeta's forehead. To her regret, however, the saleswoman did not know the previous story and hurried away excitedly to proudly present him a pink shirt shortly afterwards: "You show taste, sir! This is the very last cry at the moment.
"Really?" Vegeta came a little closer and almost touched the tip of the saleswoman's nose: "So you think I should wear something like this?"
"Um ..." Bulma wanted to raise an objection, but there was already a busy nod.
"That it would suit me?"
Another enthusiastic nod, but Bulma saw it already end badly. But why spark in between and spoil the fun?When she'd been forced to be here instead of in her bed.

Everyone seemed to be staring at Vegeta, all the more stifled the surprised screams of the shop assistants sounded as the shirt went up in flames and within a fraction crumbled to dust.
"Well? That's a shame." Sighing, Vegeta folded his arms and frowned questioningly: "How could that happen?"
Bulma smiled at the stunned looks of the others and was actually surprised. She could be wrong, but it seemed like Vegeta had a lot of fun with it.
"Could you bring me something in more subtle colors? I prefer to decide for myself whether I want to run around as a parrot or as a man."
Another hour passed, but in the end he had what he wanted. With Bulma in tow, he finally locked the shop.

"The pink shirt would have been enough."
Bulma's voice was nothing more than a low croak after these hours and yet she didn't want to neglect to let Vegeta partake of her thoughts.
" I do not know what you mean."
“No?” Bulma sneezed. "The world isn't all black and white Vegeta."
"Did I say something like that?"
Bulma growled and stood up reproachfully in front of him. Angrily put your hands on your hips: "You burned everything that looked only remotely like cheerfulness and courage! Not a very nice gesture."
"Who says it was me?"
Bulma snorted and elicited a childlike grin from Vegeta: "It was fun."

Bulma stared after him in confusion as he walked away in the direction of the helicopter. Had he actually just admitted that he was having fun? Bulma sneezed again and only wished herself to be in her bed. It was only thanks to him that she had to nibble on her cold for days now. The draft through the open hole in the helicopter that had once been a door did the rest.

It was now night and Bulma tossed restlessly from one side to the other. In the early evening the fever came and showed up in sweats and chills. Shivering with cold, she wrapped herself in her third blanket and only partially noticed that someone was stepping into her room.
"I have tea."
Vegeta stood indecisively in front of her room for several minutes before he decided to enter. Bulma's mother had intercepted him earlier and brought him tea for her daughter. Colds seemed to take a completely different course with humans than with the Sayajins.
He didn't like being overwhelmed by a feeling at the sight of her that he had never allowed himself to do before. Guilty conscience.
Waiting, he held the cup in front of her face before Bulma took it in silence and sat up: "What are you doing here?"
Vegeta grumbled and stared indifferently across the room: "Your mother."
Bulma sighed pitifully and touched her forehead: "I'm so cold Vegeta.""I beg your pardon?"
Startled, he wanted to back away when Bulma's hand took his arm and pressed his skin to her forehead: "Am I very warm?"
"I…." Vegeta stared at her in disbelief when she began to pull on his hand: "You're so much warmer than me. I'm so cold."
Was that one of your games again? But just as he was about to take his hand away, Bulma began to shiver and he could literally feel her coldness.
So what should he do?