---Part 3---








The next day Bulma got up very early so as not to meet Vegeta, because she was still very angry with him. But despite his remarks from yesterday, she wanted to help her father repair the gravity room. "Bulma, Bulma, you really have a quirk," she thought. "This Vegeta looks good, but he is cold as ice. He would never respect anything other than honor and the fight." Sighing, she set off in the direction of the ruined gravity room.


Vegeta also woke up very early that day and felt pretty good. Still lying in bed, he thought of the explosion and grimaced again. “Too bad that nothing is stably built here. We wouldn't have had such junk.” Although he knew that no Saiyajin practice room would have withstood his attack, he didn't want to admit that he had willfully destroyed something. "Oh the hell with that! That Bulma and her age are patching that up again.And don't woe! "With these thoughts he made his way to the bathroom. When he came in, he almost slipped on a puddle of water." Uuuaahh! It's life-threatening here! "he scolded and balanced for the shower." Do they always have to leave everything so devastated? "In memory of his experience from yesterday, he carefully tested the temperature. It was boiling hot again at first." Hah! At least today the day doesn't start that shitty! "Vegeta mumbled and showered. But when he was finished, he got stuck in the cabin door with the towel he had wrapped around his waist and fell lengthways to the floor." Ouch! "He growled and rubbed his chin when suddenly the door opened and Mrs. Briefs came in and wanted to wash too." Oh my goodness! "She shouted and froze in the door. Vegeta was lying naked on the floor; his Towel was behind him. "Whaaaas!" Yelled Vegeta. "Get out of here, but dalli! "He got up hastily and tried to cover his nakedness." I'm already gone !" Mrs. Briefs giggled and disappeared into the hallway, but not before she caught a glimpse of his muscular torso. "Man, he's really well built," she thought.


"Stupid woman!" Vegeta growled. “Have everyone lost their minds here?” As he stepped into the hall, Mrs. Briefs looked away, blushing, and he ran past her, growling. She thought. “If only he wasn't so proud!” Vegeta went to change in the meantime. "Damn it, where is my suit?" thought, but couldn't find his combat suit. "Oh no, the old box probably put it away from cleaning up and stuff!" he groaned, trying to find something else. Since he had only dealt with combat clothing so far, it took him a while to finally decide on a pink shirt and jeans. Then Vegeta went to have breakfast. Again he was taking care of the chopsticks like hell. "Don't let that happen to me again, if these letters see that, I'll be through down here."But while he was pondering, instead of his coffee mug, he reached for the coffee milk and took a deep sip." Uuuaaääähh! What is that? "Vegeta shouted in disgust. Angrily he spat out the milk." What are you doing there again? "Came a voice behind him. Vegeta turned around and saw Bulma standing behind him with her arms crossed." What's that got to do with you? "He growled." Don't worry about your own business !! "Bulma got mad." Since I've never seen you tidy up here, it's very much my business, Vegeta !! "she snapped back." Don't tempt me !! "Vegeta smiled his mean smile." Oh come on. That's what you women are there for. Besides, I've already told you not to talk to me like that, "he said and went out of the kitchen. Bulma stood there and shook with anger." What is this guy doing? Wait, Vegeta, I can do it differently, "she snorted and began to clean up.


Vegeta had heard these words in the hallway and was still grinning as he walked away."What do I do now," he thought and considered training options. "I could ask an ice cream man where he got these horns from. Must have been big beasts! I can certainly fight with them!" With this resolution he flew off.


When he arrived in town, he looked for yesterday's ice cream man, but couldn't find him. "Damn it, this wretch must have hidden himself!" he cursed. But after a few minutes he found another ice cream seller. Fascinated again by the process of distributing the ice, he came closer and closer until suddenly he was first in line. "Yes, and the gentleman here? What do you want?" Vegeta was suddenly asked by the seller. "Yeah ... I..so .." he stuttered. Completely taken by surprise, he forgot that he was only looking at an "inferior" person. "Yes, well, I wanted a ... uhhh ... well.. I wanted an ice cream .." "Well, sir, we have a lot of varieties here. What do you want exactly?" Vegeta took a few moments to catch himself .But then he glared at the ice cream man. He got a little nervous. "So ... if you don't want anything, then ... um ... you don't have to buy anything," he said uncertainly. Vegeta grinned.


Now he had lost the chance to ask about the horns, but he had a new plan. " I want it all !" he growled. The salesman blinked. "I'm sorry, I don't have that many waffles," he said.


"Then I'll just take it !!" Vegeta yelled and before the ice cream man knew it, he was sitting on the street and Vegeta got up into the air with the ice cream van. "Stop! So wait! What do you want ..." the desperate man mimicked Vegeta, but he disappeared on the horizon, followed by the incredulous looks of other passers-by.


“The problem would be solved.” Vegeta was satisfied. But suddenly he noticed that the egg cart was getting lighter. He looked down. "No !!!" He had held the thing the wrong way and now large portions of ice cream fell on the suburb below." What a crap !!" Vegeta roared and hurled the thing on the roof of a house as it passed. This day was slowly beginning to get on his nerves. "Something's always going wrong lately! It sucks !!" he scolded to himself and crossed his arms. After flying around aimlessly for a while, he tracked down other auras and was surprised to find those of Son Goku and Son Gohan. "What is Karkarott doing with his kid here?" he asked himself annoyed, but flew in her direction anyway. Maybe he could irritate caracarott a little. After a while he saw her in a large meadow outside the city.


Son Goku turned around. "Here comes Vegeta!" he shouted. “What is he doing here?” “Maybe Bulma goes shopping too and he doesn't want to go with you,” said Gohan. Son Goku smiled. "No, my son, I don't think Vegeta would come with me at all."


Vegeta landed a few meters away from them. "Well, Karkarott, don't you dare to go into town?" he asked him in greeting.Son Goku did not hear the mockery. “Nope, we just don't want to go shopping with Chichi and wait here that long.” He shrugged. "We're training a little. You can join in, Vegeta," Son Goku smiled at Vegeta. He made a face. "No, thanks, if I want to play with children, I'll let you know," said the latter sardonically. "But I like to watch you monkeys."


Gohan was a little annoyed. "Come on papa," he called. "Then at least let's go on." "Ok, I'm already at it," said Son Goku and both began again to exchange blows at breathtaking speed. Even Vegeta was a little amazed, although he would never have admitted it. "Really not bad for a lower-class warrior," thought. “And the boy only. Not yet 10 years old and he's already so fast.” After a while he got bored and he shouted: “Son Goku! You're not an opponent for the kid! Let me compete against him!Vegeta thought to himself secretly, but Son Goku replied: “No problem. "He looked down on his son." If you want, let him take on you. You are very strong, my son! "" It's okay. I'll do it papa! "Shouted Son Gohan. Vegeta and Son Goku changed places." Except that your brat doesn't start crying when you get a nudge, "said Vegeta as he walked past." Don't worry about that, "laughed Son Goku . And turning to Gohan he said: "Don't put all your energy, Son Gohan. "" As you mean, papa! "Vegeta got mad." What does that mean? The boy should be careful that I don't sweep him away! "Angrily, he spat aside." Shall we start? "








so, to be continued. I'm very sorry again, but my computer was broken, so I couldn't send anything. tell me how you like it.