the stairs, then Bulma stopped in front of a door and opened it.


"What are we doing here? This is your room."


"Very simple. You will stay with me tonight. So that you don't get stupid thoughts again."


"No!" Yamcha thought, horrified.


"Will you show me your stamp collection now?" Vegeta asked innocently.


Bulma made a stupid face, then began to puff away.


"Who did you get this from?" she giggled.


"From Kakarott's father-in-law! I was with him once, actually at Kakarott's, when the theater started to ask him if he had these strange feelings before and then his age came along and told me a few things."

"Oh. No, I'll show you something else. Something much better ..." she cooed and stepped inside. Then she beckoned Vegeta to come in.




Yamcha watched with growing horror as Vegeta followed Bulma into her room. When the door closed behind the sayajin, he jerked away.


"Yamcha! What do you have?" Pool asked worried when he saw his pinched face, tears streaming from his eyes.


"I lost her, pool!" he sobbed and ran away.




Son -Goku looked up into the clear night sky.


"Bulma .... I wish you and Vegeta the best of luck. -Vegeta, be decent to her ..." he thought and closed his eyes with a smile.


"Hey, Kakarott! You're disturbing! Get off the line!" he suddenly heard Vegeta's angry voice in his head.


"Excuse me." Goku smiled and blushed.




That night Vegeta learned that there was something else in life other than battles and conquests ...



As dusk fell, Vegeta woke up again. He was still in Bulma's arms, his head resting on your shoulder. From her calm, even breathing he could tell that she was still in a deep slumber, a satisfied smile lay on her lips. And Vegeta couldn't help but return that smile. He was now in balance with himself again and felt a deep calm. And new strength and energy.


"You humans are really an interesting people ... especially you women." he thought. "So that's what happens when you feel something for each other ... for me it was a long, arduous road to realization, but you knew it from the beginning. I didn't think that a woman would make it to me love and I am able to return this love ...- The years under Freezer's command have really shaped and shaped me. They have made me a merciless killing machine! But I did not know that there was another side to me. .. "

Carefully he released himself from Bulma's embrace, so as not to wake her, sat up and sat thoughtfully on the edge of the bed for a while.


"So that's how it is when you love ... it really is a special feeling ... unlike anything I've experienced before. These feelings are completely new to me ... but I like them ... and all the trimmings And on ... yes, above all. And I don't want to miss these wonderful things anymore ... and that's why I wanted to kill myself! What an idiot I was! - We Sayajin grow up without this love, from At the beginning the struggle for survival and supremacy determines our life ... is it this love that makes Kakarott so strong? That gives him the ability to always be one step ahead of me? - Maybe. But I will not give up! At some point I'll be better than him! Yes! "


He got up resolutely.


"Where are my clothes ... oh, there."


He gathered them up and dressed quickly.But before he turned to leave, he went to the bed of his sleeping partner. With a satisfied sigh, Bulma rolled over on her side.


"You may be one of me ... you managed to get me over ... You're just as stubborn as I ..." grinned Vegeta and leaned over the sleeping woman.


With a hand movement that was still a little awkward, he stroked her cheek.


"I thank you, Bulma. Because through you I learned what security is. Of course I also had this feeling with my father, but it was different there." thought Vegeta smiling and quietly walked to the door. He slipped into the hallway and back to his guest quarters.




Vegeta leaned against the door and took several deep breaths. Then he slowly sank to the floor next to her. With his knees drawn up, he sat lost in thought. He wanted to digest what he had experienced over the past few hours in peace.




"Is it something other than conquering a planet, isn't it?"

Yamcha was leaning casually against the opposite wall and had his arms crossed over his chest, Pool was floating next to him. Outwardly he looked completely calm, but inside was troubled by the events of the previous night.


Vegeta jerked his head up and stared at the person opposite.


"How did you get in here?"


"No problem for a former desert robber like me." grinned Yamcha. But then his smile died again. "I wouldn't have thought that of Bulma ... after all the years we've known each other ... well, our relationship hasn't always been the best. And the fact that she's been taking care of you lately should have opened my eyes! "


"Why are you telling me all this?" Vegeta asked bored.


Suddenly Yamcha fell forward and before the Sayajin was on his feet, he had already reached him, rammed his right arm against his neck and nailed him to the door!Vegeta made no resistance, he knew that Yamcha meant no danger to him.


"I just want to say one thing! Treat her well and don't dare to hurt her! Should that happen, you can experience something!" he exclaimed angrily.


Vegeta grinned at his opponent.


"I am not afraid of you!" he said calmly.


Yamcha let go of him again.


"I don't care! Even if you are stronger than me, I'll always be there for Bulma if she should ever need me!"


"I heard it. Are you finished now?"


"I am. And I'm going to leave the field now."


The young man turned away. Vegeta stepped away from the door and smiled at him confident of victory. His pride had regained the upper hand.


"Yamcha!" Pool called worried.


"A wise warrior knows exactly when he has lost. Bulma has made up her mind. Come on, pool, we have nothing more to do here."


Vegeta nodded and watched with a grin as the apparently composed Yamcha walked past him and out of the room.This time he had won.




When the sun rose, Bulma was standing at the window of your room and looking out. She just saw Yamcha, who was walking down the footpath to a waiting taxi with a small suitcase in hand, Pool was floating next to him, the little oolong tripped after him on his short pork legs and balanced a travel bag on his head. The Z-fighter cleared the field with his two little friends. They had decided to finally turn their backs on the western capital, Yamcha wanted to continue his training far from his painful defeat.


"Yamcha ... Pool ..... Oolong ...... goodbye. We'll see each other again in thirteen months .... take care, friends. You are loved more than you know ..... and you will be missed. " she muttered, two tears running down her cheeks.


After a while Vegeta came up behind Bulma, put his arms around your shoulders and brought his face very close to hers.



And a few thousand kilometers away ...


Son-Goku went to the window of his bedroom and looked out into the sunrise. Then he closed his eyes and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.


"And now even YOU have experienced the greatest human miracle, Vegeta." he smiled.