"So, now let's see how the boys think about this!" Said Bulma and turned it up. And again No Angels echoed through the whole capsule corporation. They turned it up louder and louder and even amplified with bass in some places. But nothing could be heard from Trunk's room. "Ha, they must have given up!" Shouted Bra. "Or they have waited until you are finished with your party!" Called a male voice from the direction of the door. "Vegeta!" "Papa!" Both shouted out of one mouth. "I'm in Trunks' room at the moment to keep things quiet, and my wife is standing with my daughter in the room, still supporting this Gelaier!" He said with a touch of anger on his face. "But papa ... you were standing next to Trunks very enthusiastically ... I thought you participated?" Asked Bra, confused. "Trunks told me a good joke, that's all! But then I asked him to keep it quiet! And then you started here!" Said Vegeta. "Oh ... that's how it is ..." muttered Bulma, bowing her head. "Well, that's not bad," Vegeta concluded the discussion.Bulma and Vegeta woke up early the next morning. After breakfast together, Vegeta went to work out, Bulma cleaned the kitchen and Trunks and Bra disappeared into their rooms. And then it started again in Bras's room: "Uptown girl, she's been living in her Uptown World (is the text correct? ^ - ^) ..." Bulma rolled her eyes. Then she saw Trunks running into the kitchen screaming. "Maaaamaaaa I'm going to Goten! Nobody can take that! Helpäääää!" The door slammed and Bulma watched as Trunks flew away at high speed. "That too! Now Bra is boy band age! If only that goes well ..." she thought at the thought of Vegeta. He just stormed out of the gravity room to Bra's room. "Great, everything starts from the beginning. I'm getting into the crisis!" Wailed Bulma and picked up the phone to ask C-18 if she wanted to stroll through town.




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