get visitors from the future!


And besides, who can claim to have met a boy from the future in a single day, to find out the exact date of death of his friends, to watch Freezers die ... and to have a belligerent Saiyajin as a housemate?

She didn't know what the devil had ridden her to offer Vegeta to train here.




"Bulma you egg! Are you going crazy now?"


"Do you still have them all! He'll kill you at the next opportunity!"


"You can commit suicide right now!"


But Bulma just waved it off.


"Don't get in your shirt!"




Now she really doubted herself. Who would voluntarily invite a mass murderer to live with them ....


She had actually expected that her best friend would talk her out of this crazy idea. But Son Goku just grinned broadly and, to everyone's surprise, even supported this decision.


Well, now she had the salad ....


Three years.


Three years should be over quickly, right?






2. Explosions and other trifles


There was an enormous bang in the corridors of the laboratory, which inevitably roused Bulma from her sleep.It took her a moment to orient herself. But a quick look was enough to find out that she had fallen asleep exhausted over her desk in one of the many laboratory rooms. The bang was followed by smoke, which soon spread everywhere. Her fine nose said that the combustion gases contained the typical smell of oxidized plastic that she had smelled well enough recently. It was immediately clear to her which part of the laboratory had given up the ghost. The part that kept detonating in the last few days. Bulma got up and opened all the windows while she coughed her heart out. As if in an affect she reached for a cloth and dampened it with water over a sink. It was a special kind of plastic, particularly stable and heat-resistant, specially developed by her for the training capsule. On the way to the scene, she tried to open all possible openings that were even remotely available for air exchange, so as not to spend the night again in a tangle of smoke and charred plastic.On the way there she had to be careful not to get knocked over by all of her father's research assistants. Fear could be seen on their faces, with chattering teeth and bathed in sweat it seemed as if they were running for their lives. It only took another second before she realized the cause, and it didn't surprise her at all. She would be more surprised if she found something else. The people did not flee from a threatening inferno but from a walking machine gun. While she was pushing her way with the damp handkerchief in front of her airways, she heard the tantrum of the man who was responsible for it - again. As soon as the guy opened his mouth, he expanded Bulma's vocabulary in the area of ​​swear words a lot. And admittedly that is a feat ... but to paralyze the electronic system of the training capsule for the third time in a week, that is truly a masterpiece.As the smoke gradually withdrew, she realized the true extent of this little catastrophe. She had to climb over steel girders that simply buckled under the weight of the enormous energy released. Loose cables hanging out of their sockets distributed their sparks. Even the control panel seemed to have melted. And somewhere under this pile of scrap metal, the man cursed who made kindling of the capsule for the third time in a week. On closer inspection, the term "chips" is even more appropriate. She didn't know whether to cry first, considering the work that was to come, or whether to laugh at the man who was sitting between the rubble, cursing and cursing like a reed sparrow. The former gained the upper hand. Carefully she put the cloth aside and checked whether she could still breathe reasonably well. Her gaze focused on the pile of metal that was moving and producing fecal words that made her ears red.Involuntarily she crossed her arms over her chest and put on her 'I'll kill you if you touch a single screw in this room' - face and waited for the pile of misery. That, as she had to admit, was a head taller and about as strong as her friend Son-Goku and he was known to be the strongest man in the universe. Nonetheless, she continued to watch as Vegeta bored through the debris and was still screaming wildly.


"Hey you there! Can't you hear? Come here right now! Move or I'll make you legs! Are you deaf? Come here at last! Hurry up, doll!"


He had his back to her and didn't seem to have noticed her before. He reminded Bulma more of a toddler whose lollipop had been taken away, but not of an elite warrior.


"God damn it, where are you! Didn't you hear! You should come here immediately!" He stamped his foot that shook the whole earth and Bulma took a moment to regain her balance.

As he continued to scream for her, he turned to storm the exit. But he stopped immediately when he saw her only a few meters away from him. Her posture made it clear that she had been there for a long time. Grimacing and pounding her arms wildly on her arm, she made it unmistakably clear to him that she absolutely disagreed with what he had already done again. However, her anger disappeared for a tiny second when she saw his surprised expression, which disappeared in the next moment. It was as easy to surprise Vegeta in something as teaching pigs to fly.


"What are you staring at! Please fix that! Come on! You have ten minutes! Then I'll continue training! What are you waiting for!"


Bulma felt her jaw give way to gravity. What was that puffed-up turkey imagining!First he destroys everything here and then he also sets conditions!


"Do you mean me? You bloated monkey!" She took a deep breath. "Hey you asshole, do you have any idea what you've done! You could have killed us all! But your sparrow's brain probably won't go that far. Anyway, I doubt whether there is anything like a brain cell up there with you. Because The way it looks, there seems to be only air in there! Besides, I'm the one giving the orders here and not you! Did you finally get that!


Get rid of your dirt yourself! - By the way, my name is Bulma, if you should have forgotten that again! "


"I'll do the devil! Move your ass! You have nine minutes left!"


"Waaaas? Watch out, I'll show you what I'm doing now ..." She turned around decisively, gesturing wildly with her arms


"... namely absolutely nothing. You can stay where the pepper grows from me, you arrogant bastard!See for yourself how you get this thing back on track! "


She didn't see his face, but she'd do just about anything to get a glimpse of him. Certainly not often that someone would resist him. Tense, she walked down the hall, grateful that no employee was to be seen. At least that way she could hear his footsteps when he rushed on, pulling her hair back into the capsule so she could fix his little toy for him. Vegeta was unpredictable, in moments like these even she could feel her nerves under high tension.


But it was quiet. Neither a Vegeta chasing after her nor any tantrums that revealed his state of mind.


“Hmm, suspicious.” Her gaze fell on one of the open windows, which let in the rays of the setting sun and covered the corridor in an organ-red coat. Usually she would stick her nose out and let the sun warm her face.However, that seemed inappropriate to her at the moment. She stalked straight into her room and closed the door behind her.


Vegeta had just been here a week and still managed to turn the whole lab upside down. If this went on like this, all employees would soon give up the spoons because of constant high blood pressure and daily fainting fits, sweats and anxiety, her mother would never see the light of day again because she has to cook for the guy all the time (to her surprise, she even seemed to be doing it fallen), her father would never get a chance to leave the laboratory and she would certainly one day become schizophrenic from all the poisonous gases she had to breathe in every explosion.


"Shit too! This guy gets on my nerves!"






Sequel follows ...




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