you weren't so stubborn and proud!"




A few weeks had passed. Vegeta had long since recovered from his injuries and continued his training with great enthusiasm. And he had made great strides. More and more effortlessly he defied the great force of gravity and increased his agility and strength.


And Bulma? She watched over him like a shadow. But she also felt that a change was going on with Vegeta. The looks he always gave her ... sometimes she felt he was watching her too.



One day Bulma had watched his training through one of the pod's portholes. Vegeta hadn't noticed them until he was doing a difficult maneuverability exercise. And then it happened. He saw your face, was distracted for a moment - and got his left foot wrong on the ground! He cracked his ankle and fell!


"Damn it!" he cursed. "That has never happened to me! What a stupid mistake! And all because of you!"


He got up again and gestured wildly for Bulma to leave!


"Oh dear! I guess I distracted him! Better get out of here, Vegeta may be loaded!"




In the late afternoon, Prof. Briefs watched Vegeta walk down the hall. He noticed that the Sayajin was limping.


"Well, you've sprained your ankle, huh?" asked he.


"So what? What's that got to do with you?" Vegeta growled.


"I have a good cure for that. I fly to the western mountains once a week.There is a healing spring there, just right for sore muscles and tired bones! And today it's that time again! Do you not want to come along? The warm water works wonders and tomorrow your ankle will be fine again, believe me! "


Vegeta thought about it. Any means for a speedy recovery was right for him.


"Fine! I'll give it a try!" he replied sullenly.


"Then we'll meet in front of the house in half an hour!"




Half an hour later they were both on a glider headed for the western mountains. Bulma was a little apprehensive about letting her father fly away alone with Vegeta. That is why she had insisted on him to only talk to him when it was absolutely necessary and, for heaven's sake, not to touch him!


"Don't worry, my child! He needs me! Who else should repair his training equipment! And besides, we have a little surprise for him ..." Briefs smiled at her.

"Man, the box is really lame! I'll fly even faster!" Vegeta soon complained.


"Just be patient, my friend. The mountains are already below us, we'll be there in a moment!"


"I am not your friend!"


Dr. Briefs sighed.


"Ah, look. The landing area is already in front!"




To get to the entrance of the spring, a long flight of stairs had to be climbed. But of course Vegeta didn't feel like climbing stairs, if only because of his sore ankle. So he clamped the perplexed professor under himself and flew with him under the amazed looks of the other visitors to the entrance portal.


"That's how it works, of course." swallowed Bulma's father.




"Tuesday evening is always the least busy up here. We have peace and quiet and almost the whole pool to ourselves." explained Dr. Briefs when they came out of the locker room. The professor walked comfortably along the stone-paved path, Vegeta was holding onto the towel that he had wrapped around his waist with one fist and hobbled along next to his companion.He was visibly repugnant, because he didn't like going out with people. His arrogance and selfishness found it unworthy to bother with you. The Sayajin would rather be among his own kind, but he would never again have that opportunity. So he had to be content with the people on earth, whether he wanted it or not.


"You sprained your ankle perfectly, you can tell it's swollen." he explained.


"I only have Bulma to thank for that! She always sneaks around me!" Vegeta thought angrily.


Suddenly he heard a bright laugh. His head jerked in the direction of the noise and he discovered a group of young girls in a rock pool on the other side, who watched him curiously and then whispered excitedly to each other.


"Ah, you seem to please the ladies over there." noted Prof. Briefs with a smile and gave Vegeta a furtive wink.


"What?"


"No wonder. You also look well-trained and stately.That's what these young things like today. "


"Stupid geese! They should take care of their own business and not stare so stupidly! I hope we don't have to go in with them!" the Sayajin growled angrily. "If so, I'll get out of here!"


"Don't worry. This is the women's department. We gentlemen are over there." replied Dr. Briefs and pointed to another pool about ten meters away. Vegeta hobbled ahead to get out of sight of his secret admirers as quickly as possible.


"He really doesn't care about the opposite sex! No wonder, no woman wants anything to do with such a wild, gruff guy who only thinks about fighting." Bulma's father muttered and joined him.


At the sight of the steaming, reddish water, Vegeta hesitated at first and put his hand into the basin.


"The water has the reddish color of the dissolved minerals that come to the surface with the hot spring." the professor explained patiently and stepped into the pool without hesitation."So come in!"


"OK." Vegeta grinned, made a jump from the standing position and landed foot first in the water. The torrent poured over Bulma's father.


"It's not really common here! Well, it doesn't matter." he muttered, shaking the water from his white hair.




In a quiet corner they leaned against the edge of the pool and sat in silence for a long time.


"You know, I've had some of my best inspirations here. You can really relax here." explained Dr. Briefs.


"Hrmph!" Vegeta just growled and pulled a sullen face. "I feel like noodle in a saucepan!"


Then he turned around, crossed his arms on the edge of the pool and propped his chin up.


"Damn it! The sight of you put me out of concentration again! Every time I see your face I get so funny! And it just keeps getting worse! It can't go on like this! But who could I ask for advice?"My father or another Sayajin could certainly help me .... another Sayajin .... Kakarott! Should I ask him? But he's as smart as a slice of bread! He's sure not to buckle up when I tell him about it! In the end he still laughs at me! But it would be worth a try! Maybe he had something like that once! And if he's stupid to me, I'll give him a blow on the bell! I don't want to rely on the judgment of a human quack! The syringe from last time is enough for me! Yes, I'll try a Sayajin to Sayajin conversation! I only have kakarott, but I have no other choice! "


Resolutely he straightened his form. Then he jumped out of the water and sat down on the path next to the pool.


"Hey, my ankle! It hardly hurts anymore!" he realized with astonishment. "And the swelling is gone too! This is a real miracle cure! My sore muscles are gone too!"

As a test, he jumped in the air, turned, performed several kicks and somersaults and came up again with both feet bouncy. Those present who had witnessed his performance applauded. Loudest the group of young girls.


"Man, he's great! It's sure to be one from the circus!" called one of the girls.


Vegeta was more than uncomfortable with this fuss and he made that he came back into the locker room. A few moments later, Dr. Briefs See him flying back towards the western capital as a small dot in the distance. He shrugged and leaned back again ...




Early the next morning Vegeta left for Goku's home.


After a few hours he had already reached the mountains and his native valley, where the house of his closest competitor was.


Vegeta spotted Piccolo and Son-Goku from afar, who were just getting ready for the next training session with warm-up exercises.Ridiculous, he thought. His training was much harder and better! He grinned maliciously and started to land.




"Here's who!" exclaimed Piccolo.


"Yes, feel it too! - This aura ... this is Vegeta!" shouted Son-Goku and pointed to the sky. The Namek let out a gruff growl. "What is this guy doing here?"


"Let's wait and see!"


Goku and Piccolo went into attack position. If he showed up here so suddenly, it couldn't mean anything good.


"Vegeta! What do you want here?" asked Goku threateningly.


"Talk to you! Alone!"


"My wife and son are in the nearby village right now, so we're among ourselves!"


"But the green should also disappear! And so far away that he doesn't notice anything! This is a pure conversation among Sayajins! So nothing for Namekians or for people!"


"It's okay, I'm leaving! But call me if the guy causes trouble!" Piccolo growled, mounted and flew away.


"Do not worry!I'll take care of that on my own! ”Son-Goku called after him.


"Very funny, Kakarott!" Vegeta smiled coldly.


"So what do you want from me?"


Vegeta shuffled his feet nervously and pushed around a little.


"Well, lately I've always had strange feelings in my stomach and I wanted to ask you if you've ever had something like this."


"Huh? What? Strange feeling? Are you sick? Then you have to go to a doctor!"


"Just don't mention these primitive quacks! You're a pure-blooded Sayajin, like me! Even if not upper class! We're the last two of our people! Unfortunately! Who else should I turn to? So: Have you ever had something like this?" ? "


"Hey, I'm not a doctor! I don't know exactly what happens in there! But we are very similar to people, I found out over time. How .... is this strange feeling expressed? Describe it in more detail , maybe I've really had something like this before.If I can, I'll help you, of