Reluctantly, he shook his head. "Oh no, that's not how it works, that you just shed a few tears and think ..." She sobbed and whimpered even more and trembled all over.His eyes narrowed into slits. 'Damn ... that does the extra ...' "It's okay, it's okay ..." he growled and sat down next to her again. Relieved, she beamed at him and wiped away her tears. He crossed his arms and glared at her. Silence. "And?" She asked impatiently, watching the angry Vegeta. ("So ... I'm ... I'm not Vegeta," he said suddenly and grinned mischievously. "Huh?" She looked at him in amazement. "How now?" Vegeta grinned even more Reason ... "he whispered and looked around left and right." I am ... "he called and took off his mask," Muten Roshi and want you !!! "* lol *)" I finally want know why we end up in bed all the time, "he said quietly, looking to the side. 'You're not the only one. "And I bet you worked something out there! I want to know what, and that's why I'm chasing you!" His eyes narrowed and he glared at her.She stared back in disbelief. Silence. A long, monotonous silence. “So you think I did something to wake up with you every time?” He nodded. “Is that why you're chasing me?” He nodded again. "That's ..." she mumbled and suddenly fell into an annoying giggle, "... stupid!" Her giggle turned into a laugh that grew louder and louder. Vegeta's expression darkened. "What's so funny about that?" He asked irritably, noticing how tears of laughter ran down her cheek. (Strange, he has nothing against the tears ...) "Vegeta ...", she giggled, "what's the use of running after you? That's totally illogical!" She laughed even louder and fell backwards from the cackling. "Stop laughing so stupidly, woman, or I'll get uncomfortable!" He shouted, but she just couldn't help herself anymore. 'Damn it, but she's right ... it's really no use to me ...' he thought bitterly and marched out of the living room. Furious, he trudged to the gravity room.'That stupid woman made fun of me! About me, the prince! She'll get that back! 'He thought for a moment and listened to her laughter that still hadn't stopped. 'But before that, I'll keep her off my bed! ', he resolved and closed the door behind him.




"Where are they now?", Bulma mumbled annoyed and looked at the clock for the thousandth time. "No way, it won't take long ..." She trudged restlessly back and forth in the living room. "At least you could keep your promises ..." She noticed how her eyes slowly but surely closed and her body drooped. Immediately afterwards she yawned and checked her watch again. "Hm ... maybe I should go to bed after all ... I can ask Ma what she meant tomorrow ..." She tried again to fight against her tiredness, but after a long time she decided to going to her room, putting on her nightgown and making herself comfortable on her bed.With a pleasant sigh, she relaxed and finally dropped into the soft pillow (Huh?). "Mm ... tired ..." She rolled over on the other side and shouted today into her head again (double - huh?). 'I finally want to know why we end up in bed all the time. `` I bet you came up with something and I want to know what. 'Annoyed, Bulma opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. "Thank you for haunting my mind again ..." she whispered angrily and stretched. (Vegeta is haunted? He's a ghost ??? Oh my god - uh, Dende, I didn't even know that!) Immediately she saw the angry face of Vegeta that she glared at with evil eyes and heard his cold voice, who had hissed a 'good morning' at her. Another sigh and she was on the other side of the bed. And then there was the other picture, the picture of a completely serious Vegeta who struggled to see her tears.Her face formed into a surprising expression. Only now did she really realize what side she was seeing Vegeta from. Reluctantly, she ran her fingers over her lips. 'What ... is that ... kind of guy? 'She saw the vicious Sayajin on Namek who was obsessed with killing Goku. And then again the clear eyes that had shown warmth for a moment. Warmth ... did he even know that? Did he know what that was? "Vegeta ... who are you?" She whispered to herself again, barely audible. "Good ... or bad?"




There he was now. Gritting his teeth and looking like he would like to exterminate all of humanity. He stared convulsively at the door and did not even take his eyes off it. It's been about two and a half hours. Yes, he's been sitting on his bed for two and a half hours, arms crossed and still. He rested silent and silent in his room. "I bet she's sneaking in here, I bet ..." he growled over and over and kept looking at the door.'I'll still get you, woman. 'Vegeta had decided to expose Bulma. He was absolutely sure that yours truly had set this thing about the bed (no, I mean the thing with the refrigerator ... * hmpf *), of course. Yes, that was the only option, there was no other possibility. He yawned loudly once and then stared tiredly at the door again. "Damn it, I'm falling asleep ..." he growled to himself, trying to keep his eyes open as much as possible. But the longer he told himself he was completely awake, the closer he came to the dream world. "You can't even rely on yourself," he mumbled in a bad mood and got up to wake up a little. His face grew darker and darker. Finally he gave up. "Then different ..." He cursed and opened the door and walked through the corridors of the Capsule Coperation. 'Well, please, that will help. 'When he was in a slightly better mood, he automatically headed for the kitchen.



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Screams. Shrieking screams. Screams that made the whole body tremble. With a terrible foreboding, the now grown boy raced through the corridors of the castle. "Father ?!" No answer. "Tou-san! Where are you?" He trembled with fear and despair, or rather with uncertainty. What was going on? What happened? He ran, faster and faster, looked around desperately and kept calling his father's name. But the answer did not come. He stopped, startled, when the ground suddenly began to shake. "What ...?" He was thrown against a column by tremendous pressure. The boy screamed and rubbed his aching arm. Apparently he was sprained. "Tou ... Tou-san ..." Trembling, he straightened up again and walked on, but this time more slowly. Sweat dripped from his forehead. And the despair grew wider and wider and was now noticeably there. "What is ... what's going on ...?" "Prince!"Suddenly he turned around and saw Kastuma, a servant of the king." Kastuma ... where is ... is ... "" Come on! We have no time to lose! "Immediately the boy was grabbed by his arm and dragged through the corridors outside." Where are you taking me ...? ", the boy asked timidly, but got no answer." Listen, Prince, enemies are here and they are strong. They'll kill you if I don't get you to a safe ... "Without him being able to finish, a bright light filled the corridor, which spread like lightning. Vegeta could still feel how Kastuma stood protectively in front of him and then the Unbelievable pressure that he had already felt before. A force that wanted to tear him apart. A force that he could not stand up to. And as fast as this pressure and the light came, yes, it was just as fast again. Amazed Vegeta opened his eyes and stared at the almost lifeless and torn body above him. "F ... flee ..." whispered Kastuma and his head sank on the prince's chest.Disgusted, Vegeta tugged his body over him and hesitated to get up. Again he heard the screams and explosions that could sometimes be heard. There wasn't much left of the walls and pillars of the castle and the boy was lucky that the ceiling hadn't collapsed and had buried him under it. He turned briefly and stared again at Kastuma. On the dead body. "Weak sayajin ..." he said quietly and his gaze remained fixed on the king's servant. "Prince." Startled, Vegeta turned around. A bald Sayajin stood before him and grinned. "Nappa? What is ..." "Come with me," Nappa replied curtly and brutally grabbed his right arm, which was still aching. Vegeta grimaced and followed the Sayajin, who went purposefully outside. When they reached the solid ground, the black-haired boy inhaled the cold air that smelled of blood and death. A feeling of uneasiness swept through his body one more time."Nappa, what's going on? Where's Tou-san?" Nappa didn't answer, but dragged him further behind her. The prince desperately tried to suppress the terrible pain. "Nappa ... Tou-san ... where is he?", Vegeta mumbled desperately, but again he was not answered. The prince saw the completely destroyed city, which was drowning in a sea of ​​ki balls and released energy. He saw the craters in which lifeless bodies were piled up, and he saw strange figures struggling with some sayajins. Saw how desperate most were, how much they succumbed to the enemy. And for the first time he had the feeling that the Sayajins weren't the invincible after all. The strong ones that no one could hold a candle to. For the first time he was afraid of losing everything, everything that was important to him. But ... what was important to him? What did he not want to lose? "Nappa! Take me to my father immediately!", Vegeta finally said in a firm voice, but he immediately regretted what he had said.Nappa's grip tightened and the prince made a pained sound. "You, my little one," hissed Nappa and pulled him closer to her, "you have nothing to tell me!" "That's not Nappa anymore," thought Vegeta. 'This is no longer the nappa that served my father faithfully. 'Vegeta's eyes narrowed into slits. "Let go of me, Nappa!" "No! My master wants me to bring you to him!", Nappa raged and held him even tighter. 'Master? '"I am the prince, you have to obey me!" All despair was gone from Vegeta. He felt his blood start pulsing again when he heard the scent of death. When he heard the screams of pain. Then the self-confidence awoke in him that had long resided in him. Nappa