--- Part 9 ---








The next morning Vegeta woke up quite early. He felt pretty good. At least the first 10 seconds. "Oh no !!" he remembered. Each of the past 3 days had started the same way. Just like that. "Today is the day to prove my theory!" thought Vegeta. He got up and went into the bathroom - at the last second he stepped OVER the pool of water. "Looks the same as yesterday!" he growled, still not really convinced of his idea. But when he went into the shower, he scalded his hand because he remembered the hot water too late. “Shit damn it!” Vegeta blew on his red hand. “If that happens to me again, I'll give the thing a special polish!” At the word he thought of the hole. He looked at the floor - nothing. "Either they fixed it that night, or ..." Vegeta still didn't want to admit that he probably lived through a day over and over again.He was about to leave when something occurred to him. He stood in front of the door with his arms crossed, his torso deliberately bared. And as I suspected, the door opened and Mrs. Briefs came in and stopped, startled. "Vegeta! Oh ... uh ... I'm sorry ... I'll go again ..." She got a venomous look from Vegeta, who then pushed past her with a rumble in her throat. “You're blushing!” And he was gone. Mrs. Briefs was standing there, really blushing, not quite sure what was going on. "How he stood there ... as if he knew I was coming ... oh, and how good he looks!"


Vegeta went into the kitchen and the first thing to do was to throw away all the chopsticks and pour the coffee milk into the sink. Then he sat down. "I'm not going to take that risk again!" he thought. He reached for the bread knife, but instead of the bread he saberaged himself fully into his hand. "Aaarrgh! What the hell ..!" He held his hand over the plate. "Do you always upgrade your breakfast like that?" Bulma asked him from behind.Vegeta turned and glared at her. " Leave me alone !" he hissed. “And no, I don't put my stuff away myself, that's beneath my dignity!” He got up and held his bleeding hand close to Bulma's face. "And you make mistakes! This is the first time this has happened, and I put the chopsticks aside before!" Vegeta left. He had wanted to confuse Bulma more with his words, since he himself no longer believed in coincidences. “Today is the day to find out!” He went outside and flew off towards the city.


“If he would talk!” Bulma mused. "And he confuses me more and more! Not only does he know what I wanted to say, no, he thinks we are conspiring against him." And she clearly remembered that Vegeta's eyes had asked her. Private tutoring. "Our proud prince probably didn't notice himself! Mhhh, I won't let him get away with the food anyway!" She looked at the table.

Meanwhile, the proud prince flew to the part of town where he had met the ice cream man. "Aha, there the guy is again!" He landed back in the NAchbargasse and went there. "If he's really the same guy as the last few times, why doesn't he piss on his shirt when he sees me?" Vegeta looked angry. "And the car is back! Exactly the same! Unbelievable!" He took a step forward to take a closer look at the car and did not notice that it was back in the queue. "Yes, and the gentleman in the nice shirt over here?" asked the ice cream man. Vegeta began to rave "What do you all have against my shirt? And no, I don't want any stupid ice cream!" He paused. “Although,” he grinned, “if I think about it, you give me the box with the brown ice cream.” “But sir, I can't do that!” The ice cream man is sweating. "Really not?" replied Vegeta and turned to the boys who were standing together behind him and whispering.He raised a hand and exploded a discussion on the pavement right in front of them. People screamed and ran around in panic. The boys were on the floor. "Still sure?" Vegeta turned back to the ice cream man. "No! Take it here and spare me!" The guy shivered all over and held the box with the chocolate ice cream out to Vegeta. "Thank you very much and see you tomorrow!" Vegeta called and answered. The passers-by and the ice cream man stopped and didn't quite know whether to panic about the flying man or to be happy that he hadn't destroyed more.


Vegeta flew high over town, thinking while eating chocolate ice cream. "Well, the guy was the same, but he didn't know me anymore. The car was also the same one I knocked down the day before yesterday. But the worst thing is, nobody but me seems to notice!" He flew on.


Bulma, who was in the kitchen to get something to drink for herself and her father, stood there and was lost in thought."Well, I'll talk to him tonight. Something's wrong with him. He's acting really strange!" She walked back towards the gravity room. She had to think about how cute Vegeta looked when an accident happened to him ...


"Dad! There mum is coming back!" "Hey, that took a while!" Vegeta watched the Goku family on the outskirts of town again with a cleared aura. "Unbelievable! Just like yesterday!" he marveled. He watched the three of them leave and then ran to the place where Son Goku and Son Gohan had trained. he didn't notice how SonGok frowned as he walked away and glanced backwards. I'm going crazy ! How can that be ! "He could still feel the remains of the auras. And their strength." Damn, I really neglected my training! How am I supposed to get stronger when the gravity space is screwed! "Vegeta looked at the floor." Wait a minute! It all started after I demolished the gravity room.And I had this feeling! "Vegeta combined." If I can recreate this shit might stop! "He was going to fly to Capsule Coorp, but stopped at the last moment." Shit! The room is still broken! What am I doing now? "He stepped on the floor in anger and stamped a hole in it." Great and now? "


“Pooh!” Bulma just got a heavy chunk to one side. "Sometimes I wish Vegeta would help!" Her father straightened up. "That would be a real advantage, given his strength!" "But he won't think of that in 1000 years!" she growled and began to clear away more rubble.






So, I'll take a break first. The next part is guaranteed to be longer. (It may also be the last part)