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Fanfic: Bulmas Männer...(Teil 3)
Chapter: Bulma's men ... (part 3)
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The sun rose over the mountains and kissed the land awake. First the birds opened their eyes and started chirping happily. Then the first early risers woke up, including Vegeta. "It's a good day for training. But first feed ..." He went into the kitchen and thought, like every morning, to find a delicious breakfast from a nagging Bulma. But there was nothing ... no food and no Bulma ...
Vegeta was pissed off, his beloved food wasn't there. He stormed into Bulma's room snorting to remind her that he was still there.
He pushed the door open: "Bulma, you ha ... Where are you? Where are you hiding? Come out! Make me something to eat! ... Bulma! ... BULMAAAAAAA!" But no answer. Vegeta ran around the house, but he couldn't find her. Her parents weren't there either, they were at some conference in another city. "What are they imagining?To leave me, the Sayajin Prince, here alone with no food? BUUUUUUUULLMMAAAAA! "He called her name as loud as he could, hoping it was all just a bad joke and she'd come around the corner and ask him to eat.
But his hope was shattered and he was forced to prepare something for himself.
In the meantime the sun was already high above the mountains and now the last ones were waking up, including Bulma. She looked at the clock and didn't believe what she saw, it was ten o'clock. No Vegeta had thrown her out of bed. "How nice, I was allowed to sleep longer today ... That has never happened before, really nice from Veg ... Vegeta and nice ?! Never ... Oh no ... Hopefully nothing bothered him ... "Bulma jumped out of bed, ran into the hallway and was about to scream when she suddenly remembered that she was with Chichi. "Embarrassing, embarrassing ... Hopefully nobody noticed!" She was very hungry, so she went into the kitchen.Chichi sat there with her husband and son and told them about the previous evening. "How peaceful. A real family ..." Bulma longed for it. She pictured them sitting around the table with their family, son and husband ... "Good morning, Bulma. Did you sleep well?" SonGohan ripped her out of her thoughts, he had noticed her first. “Yes, thanks.” Chichi looked at Bulma with a grin that spoke volumes.
After breakfast together, SonGoku and SonGohan went to train. Chichi took care of the housekeeping and Bulma ... she didn't know what to do. She was bored already. She hadn't had a vacation in ages and had therefore forgotten how to enjoy it.
It was Sunday "I would normally be on the road with Yamcha now." We would swim, ride a bike or just lie in bed together ... "all the memories came up again. She began to cry bitter tears" I can't stand it . I have to do something! "She wiped the tears from her face, explained to Chichi what she had just gained and went home to distract herself with her work.It was already noon, so she decided to cook and work on something for Vegeta first.
As soon as she had set the table and served the food, she went to her workshop.
Vegeta only came into the kitchen now and didn't believe what he was seeing: a richly laid table "Where does that come from? I'm alone, so why ... It doesn't matter, the main thing is to eat something!" Obviously pleased with the meal, the same in himself and after he had washed up and cleaned up, went back to the GR to continue training.
He passed Bulma's workshop "Maybe she's there after all ..." he opened the door and saw Bulma sitting there with a hammer in her hand. As he got closer, he could hear a low sob: "Bulma?" she spun around, startled, he saw her tears and wonders why she was sad. "Why are you crying? Has something happened?" Bulma said nothing in disbelief, he knew that Yamcha had broken up.Suddenly a light dawned on him: "Maybe because of this failure? ... It was ages ago, so stop being such a creep!" She was perplexed, but then she got angry. She just had no strength to turn it on and therefore walked past him into the house without another word. In her room she unpacked her things and also emptied the pockets of her jacket. She pulled out all the numbers from the man's acquaintances the previous day. Finally she held the slip of paper with Khaleel's number in her hand. She chose resolutely ... "Hello Khaleel, this is Bulma ..."
The sun rose over the mountains and kissed the land awake. First the birds opened their eyes and started chirping happily. Then the first early risers woke up, including Vegeta. "It's a good day for training. But first feed ..." He went into the kitchen and thought, like every morning, to find a delicious breakfast from a nagging Bulma. But there was nothing ... no food and no Bulma ...
Vegeta was pissed off, his beloved food wasn't there. He stormed into Bulma's room snorting to remind her that he was still there.
He pushed the door open: "Bulma, you ha ... Where are you? Where are you hiding? Come out! Make me something to eat! ... Bulma! ... BULMAAAAAAA!" But no answer. Vegeta ran around the house, but he couldn't find her. Her parents weren't there either, they were at some conference in another city. "What are they imagining?To leave me, the Sayajin Prince, here alone with no food? BUUUUUUUULLMMAAAAA! "He called her name as loud as he could, hoping it was all just a bad joke and she'd come around the corner and ask him to eat.
But his hope was shattered and he was forced to prepare something for himself.
In the meantime the sun was already high above the mountains and now the last ones were waking up, including Bulma. She looked at the clock and didn't believe what she saw, it was ten o'clock. No Vegeta had thrown her out of bed. "How nice, I was allowed to sleep longer today ... That has never happened before, really nice from Veg ... Vegeta and nice ?! Never ... Oh no ... Hopefully nothing bothered him ... "Bulma jumped out of bed, ran into the hallway and was about to scream when she suddenly remembered that she was with Chichi. "Embarrassing, embarrassing ... Hopefully nobody noticed!" She was very hungry, so she went into the kitchen.Chichi sat there with her husband and son and told them about the previous evening. "How peaceful. A real family ..." Bulma longed for it. She pictured them sitting around the table with their family, son and husband ... "Good morning, Bulma. Did you sleep well?" SonGohan ripped her out of her thoughts, he had noticed her first. “Yes, thanks.” Chichi looked at Bulma with a grin that spoke volumes.
After breakfast together, SonGoku and SonGohan went to train. Chichi took care of the housekeeping and Bulma ... she didn't know what to do. She was bored already. She hadn't had a vacation in ages and had therefore forgotten how to enjoy it.
It was Sunday "I would normally be on the road with Yamcha now." We would swim, ride a bike or just lie in bed together ... "all the memories came up again. She began to cry bitter tears" I can't stand it . I have to do something! "She wiped the tears from her face, explained to Chichi what she had just gained and went home to distract herself with her work.It was already noon, so she decided to cook and work on something for Vegeta first.
As soon as she had set the table and served the food, she went to her workshop.
Vegeta only came into the kitchen now and didn't believe what he was seeing: a richly laid table "Where does that come from? I'm alone, so why ... It doesn't matter, the main thing is to eat something!" Obviously pleased with the meal, the same in himself and after he had washed up and cleaned up, went back to the GR to continue training.
He passed Bulma's workshop "Maybe she's there after all ..." he opened the door and saw Bulma sitting there with a hammer in her hand. As he got closer, he could hear a low sob: "Bulma?" she spun around, startled, he saw her tears and wonders why she was sad. "Why are you crying? Has something happened?" Bulma said nothing in disbelief, he knew that Yamcha had broken up.Suddenly a light dawned on him: "Maybe because of this failure? ... It was ages ago, so stop being such a creep!" She was perplexed, but then she got angry. She just had no strength to turn it on and therefore walked past him into the house without another word. In her room she unpacked her things and also emptied the pockets of her jacket. She pulled out all the numbers from the man's acquaintances the previous day. Finally she held the slip of paper with Khaleel's number in her hand. She chose resolutely ... "Hello Khaleel, this is Bulma ..."