Hello, I'm back again. Well, I've got it going and I'm going to continue with this series, but it won't be more than 20 parts. I'm trying to make the following parts a little longer for this. At this point I would like to thank you again for all the nice comments that changed my mind.


Have fun !






--- Part 11 ---






Bulma gave him a big look. "Did I not notice something here?" she wondered. “What's Vegeta doing anyway?” She put the tray on the table and sat down across from Vegeta. "So what's going on?" she asked. Vegeta looked at her angrily. Bulma was startled. It had sounded too much like pity! "Watch out, Bulma!" she admonished herself. “You can now talk to him!” She looked at the table and folded her hands. Vegeta looked at her and calmed down. "It's about this day!" he said tightly. Bulma noticed that he was holding himself together tremendously not to get up and run away."What about it?" Bulma said as casually as possible. " It works out !" she thought, because she could see Vegeta relaxing a little. "If possible not compassionate and a little arrogant, like him, then it will work!"


She looked him full in the face again. Vegeta looked back and said softly, “It feels like he's repeating himself!” That was the understatement of the century, because Vegeta was now CONVINCED that he would see the same day over and over again. But he wasn't quite comfortable with the thought. He looked at her to see how she would react, but Bulma sat there and looked into his face. Vegeta was getting a little nervous again. "So ... the problem is ... well, I mean ... SHIT!" He gritted his teeth. Bulma said softly, “So what?” Vegeta looked at her. She seemed serious. In his mind he spat on his hands and tried again. "What I mean is that ... that nobody else seems to notice." He screwed his hands together, suppressing the urge to jump up and smash the table." What makes you think that ?" Bulma asked carefully. "Because I get the same shit every day!" he roared. "For example, you made the gravitation room fit again today for the fourth time!" He glared at her. "And shit happens to me in the bathroom every morning!" he hissed. Bulma was a little shocked. He didn’t react unusually, but unusually convincing. The matter was more important to him than he wanted to show. "Uh, Vegeta, you know how that sounds, so don't freak out when I ask: Why you? Why are you the only one who notices?" Vegeta crossed his arms. "Would I be here then and would you go along with this nonsense?" he growled. “No, I don't know!” He looked to the side. "And it's changing!" he said. “What do you mean?” Bulma leans forward, interested. Vegeta paused again. "How I hate that! Sitting around and telling this woman my problems!" he thought. "But I have to start somewhere and I know Bulma at least a little!"" Well, "he began," something happens every day. For example the bathroom ... "He paused again." No the devil, I'm not telling anyone! "He cursed in his mind." ... I mean the city. I was there! "He said quickly when Bulma looked at him in amazement." And then I saw this guy with the car where they got this .. ice cream or something! And I went ... and ... it's different every time! "He looked at the table." Once the boys behind me laughed and another time they didn't! "He grinned a little. Bulma was startled." You didn't ... "she began, but Vegeta hissed:" Of course not! It was more about the guy in the car ... "Vegeta was silent. Bulma still couldn't believe that he had just told her about his problems." Well, Vegeta, that's clear! An event can never be duplicated because there are always small deviations. It is enough if someone says something else, or if there is sunshine instead of rain. Everything is already changing!"Vegeta stared at her." How do you know so much about it? "Bulma laughed." That's part of my job! "She shouted." What you are describing is chaos heroia! "She grinned. Vegeta was too fascinated to freak out." Can this theory help me? "He asked. Bulma shrugged." Don't know! Actually it only says that biological processes are inherent and therefore never an identical result twice! “She looked at him.“ But I'm sure that's not your problem. "As expected, Vegeta was hanging on her lips." He must be really desperate! "She thought." So when did these repetitions start? "She asked. Vegeta thought." Mhhh, one day after the explosion! "" Well yesterday, "she said." No, that was 4 days ago! "Replied Vegeta, annoyed. Bulma gathered all her courage and began:" Vegeta, it couldn't be that the explosion affected you so much that ... "But Vegeta started screaming:" I'm not crazy!Never dare to speak of me like that again! "He got up and threw the table aside. Then he screamed at the ceiling and charged his aura. All his anger over this helplessness came out now." Aaaaaahhhhhhh! "The walls shook. Then he paused and looked around. The furniture was all pressed against the walls and cracks ran through the ceiling. Startled, Vegeta powered down and looked at Bulma. She was no longer there. Vegeta found her at the other end of the street Kitchen crouched against the wall and sobbing. She had put her arms in front of her face and was shaking. Vegeta had a lump in his throat. He knew he had frightened her to death and had freaked out for no reason. But his pride forbade him to give her now help. He looked down at her and mumbled, "There ... I didn't mean it! "He left quickly.


It took Bulma a while to calm down because she had never been so scared or so scared. But she had heard Vegeta's words. “Vegeta?” But he was gone.Bulma thought about it. "So he didn't mean it that way. It must have cost him incredible strength to tell me that!" She got up and looked around. "The kitchen is always screwed!" she said aloud. She sat down on the overturned table and thought again. "What if he's telling the truth? No, you're just saying that to get into conversation with him again!" she scolded herself. But she knew that was exactly what she wanted. " Damn !" she called and went to her father. The cleanup was not over yet.


Vegeta had flown out into the night. Although he had a bad feeling about Buma and hated himself for it, he felt better. The trouble was out. He flew towards the rocky desert and resolved to exercise a little again to calm down. He accelerated.


"And then he ran away!" Bulma finished her report to her father. "Mhh, very strange!"