up, but he couldn't.


"You are very weak. For now, you will have no choice but to stay in bed. And accept our help." she explained and sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. When she touched his shoulder to lift him up, he bared his teeth threateningly again and slapped her hand away.Then he stretched out his trembling hand for the glass and growled: "Bring it on !!"


An incorrigible fellow! Bulma thought, shaking her head and shouted: "Stop the nonsense! Let us help you at last! I'm not poisonous, right? I just mean it well!"


Again she grabbed Vegeta by the shoulder, this time tighter and straightened him up. At first he struggled against your grip, but then let it go. And he had to let her put the glass to his mouth and pour the water into him. Then she set the empty glass down on the bedside table.


"So? Did that hurt your incorrigible pride?" asked Bulma. The sayajin was stubbornly silent and stared at his trembling hands.


"Look what I have here. You will feel a little better in a moment!" she tried to lighten his beastly mood and took out a square fan. "You can lean on my shoulder if you want."


In response, Vegeta backed away and glared at her.

"It's okay, then not." she sighed and waved the cooling fan at him. Vegeta closed his eyes with a sigh. The cool breeze was certainly good for him. Then Bulma felt that his body slowly relaxed and his breathing became calmer. The serum began to work.


"I'm so tired all of a sudden ..." Vegeta muttered, then his eyes closed and his head sank on your shoulder. "Don't .... stop ... with ... the ... Fächh ...."


"Finally, he fell asleep." Bulma murmured, laid the sick man back and covered him up.


"How is he?" asked Prof. Briefs, who looked in again.


"He just fell asleep. I'm telling you, Dad, Sayajins are bloody stubborn patients! Sometimes he behaves like a wild animal! And this panic of injections ... Goku is the same! Maybe all Sayajins are afraid of injections."


"But he didn't bite you, did he?" Prof. Briefs tried to lighten his daughter's mood a little.

"Of course not, Dad!" replied Bulma indignantly and smiled a little.




For the next three days Vegeta slept soundly and made no sound. The doctor came by the next morning and it was a relief to see that the fever had dropped below forty degrees.


"Thirty-nine two. Very nice. His life is now out of danger. If he recovers well, the day after tomorrow he may already be free of fever." he explained.






"How is Vegeta?" asked Yamcha, who also trained hard. However, on a site in front of the city. But he too had a guest room with the Briefs family.


"Still sleeps soundly, like a baby. That way he can really recover." replied Bulma. "And we have rest from Him for a while."




She took a fever on your patient every morning and evening. And by the morning of the third day the temperature was almost back to normal.


"That looks pretty good.And your injuries are healing well too. You'll be back on your feet soon. "She murmured and opened the window a little to let in fresh air. Then she left the room again.


Vegeta was still in a deep slumber. But when the first rays of sun penetrated through the window and shone on his face, his eyelids began to flutter and open!


"Ooooh ..... damn syringe! What kind of stuff was that? How long have I been lying flat?" Vegeta groaned and slowly sat up. "I feel like I've been through the mangle! Did they drug me? But the fever seems to be gone completely."


He tried to shake the drowsiness off and looked around. Next to the bed, on the bedside table, was a bowl of fruit and a bottle of water. He reached for the latter and didn't put it down until it was empty. Then his worst thirst was quenched.


Next he tried to get up, which he succeeded.Only his legs felt like pudding and everything revolved around him. Vegeta growled and shook his head until the dizziness passed. Then he stretched and stretched his stiff limbs.


"I'm still a bit shaky on my feet ... and I'm really hungry!" he thought and took an apple out of the fruit bowl. As he slowly ate the fruit, he went to the window and looked out. He could see the training capsule and Yamcha talking to Mrs. Briefs. Pool and oolong stood next to him.


"Look at me, you're on your feet again!"


Vegeta spun around. Bulma had entered and came up to him.


"How long did I sleep?"


"Three days! You were in a bad way, but now you have survived it."


"Lost another three days! I can't believe it!"


"You shouldn't have exaggerated!"


Bulma put her hand on Vegeta's forehead. Immediately he jerked back and slapped your hand away!

"Stop that! He snapped.


"Hey, stop the bitchy fuss! I just wanted to see if you still had a fever! We were all very worried about you!"


"Oh no! Really?" Vegeta frowned.


"Man, I've never seen something as ungrateful as you!"


"A Sayajin never thanks!"


"Then you are a people without manners! - But so be it, I don't want to argue with you! My mother made a good, hearty chicken soup!


"Preferably a whole bowl!"


"As your Highness wishes!" Bulma quipped, indicating a slight bow. Then she disappeared again.


"Bitch!" Vegeta growled softly.


"Imaginary spoon!" Bulma growled and trudged towards the kitchen.




Vegeta walked around the room a little to get rid of the pudding on his knees. As he did so, he discovered the fan on the bedside table. He took it in his hand and looked at it thoughtfully.He remembered how Bulma had fanned him with it. And again, for a moment, he had this strange feeling. What was that damn it? He dropped the fan back on the bedside table and started some relaxation exercises to get other thoughts.


A short time later Bulma returned with a tray with a large bowl of steaming contents on it and set it down on the table by the bed.


"Here you go. Eat while it's still hot." she said and turned to go again. Vegeta sat down at the table and sniffed briefly. It was a strong broth with a lot of meat and noodles.


"Looks pretty good." he said then.


As Bulma had suspected, he did not use the enclosed spoon to eat, but lifted the whole bowl and sipped it empty! And quite noisy! Bulma rolled her eyes in annoyance. These sayajins had no manners! But she knew from Goku that he was an equally noisy eater.But at least he still uses cutlery!


As she tried to close the door behind her, she suddenly heard Vegeta calling your name!


"Bulma!"


She peered in the door.


"What is?"


The Sayajin had put the bowl down again, was holding it in front of him and was staring into it. And then he said just one word, quietly and tonelessly:


"Thanks."




Bulma's eyes widened. She thought she had misheard! Vegeta had just thanked you! It was probably the first time in his life that he had done this! And she sensed how much it must have cost him to overcome!


"Oh-uh-you're welcome!" she stammered and hurried to get outside.




On the way back to the living room, she met her parents.


"Well, my child, you are very pale!" noticed your mother.


"Mum! Dad! Do you know what just happened? Vegeta said thank you!"


"Really? Then maybe the boy will become something else." said Prof. Briefs.



Vegeta couldn't believe what he had just said either. But he thought it wasn't that bad for him. He shook his black mane and let out an angry growl. No, that wasn't a sign of weakness, he said to himself. I am strong! And I also want to achieve Super Sayajin status, like Kakarott and that strange stranger! That is my ultimate goal!


He got up from his seat and hurried out of the room. With quick steps he ran out onto the meadow in the direction of the training capsule. Halfway through, he met Bulma.


"Where do you want to go again?" she asked.


"Get out of my way!" Vegeta barked at her and pushed her aside.


"Just a moment! You are not ready yet! You need at least one more day of rest before you can continue with your full training!" shouted Bulma, grabbed his wrist and held it!


Man, the guy has really tough muscles, his skin doesn't give in at all under the pressure of my fingers!she marveled.


Vegeta made an angry sound and spun around! But Bulma didn't let go.


But she has a firm grip for a woman, he thought.


"How dare you ?! Let go-or ..." he growled menacingly.


"Or what?" called the young woman provocatively.


"..or I guarantee nothing!"


Vegeta raised his free hand and aimed it at Bulma! Would he really dare to use one of his attacks against her? His whims were unpredictable! She wondered if she hadn't gone too far this time, but she still didn't let go.


The saja'in hesitated. Why did she repeatedly challenge Him with your deeds and words? He stared at your tiny hand that was clutching his muscular wrist and then into your eyes. Those turquoise determined eyes that defiantly returned his angry gaze. And then it was there again, that strange, strange feeling. Vegeta tried again, growling, and tore himself away.

"Tell me, do you have a problem?" Bulma asked angrily.


"No, you have one! You're annoying!" he growled and rose into the air. But he struggled to stay suspended and could only move very slowly in flight. Shortly afterwards he sank exhausted into the grass again.


"You see? You can hardly fly, let alone fight! You still need some rest! At least a day!" called Bulma and hurried to him.


"Damn it! The fever weakened me more than I thought!" Vegeta growled. "I have to regain my strength first!"