a kind of preliminary stage, something like a "super tomato". Especially the fact that he had called her Bulma made her more and more insecure. Finally she shook her head furiously and walked purposefully towards Vegeta. "Damn it, stop your fooling around, you are really impossible!" She scolded and tried to slap him on the face. With ease she grabbed Vegeta by the wrists, laughing softly, and looked into her eyes. 'Shit, that damn look!'said Bulma annoyed and saw himself drowning again. Still, she tried to keep his gaze steadfast and stared back. However, her eyes immediately fell on his lips again. 'Mm ... soft lips ... I missed them ... No, Bulma! Pull yourself together! 'So she found her way back to his eyes. He grinned again. "You get upset pretty quickly," he smiled. (So, you get his typical "Vegeta smile") "That ... isn't true ..." she whispered and began to breathe faster. Vegeta felt her breath brush his throat. 'Mm ... pleasant ...' "You bet?" He whispered back and leaned down to her. "What ... are you doing ... there ...?", She mumbled in jerks and was finally lost in his black, loose eyes. 'I hate my hormones! 'She could smell his scent, that pleasant smell that he gave off. 'Push him back! Go ahead Push him back! ', ordered her little voice, but she replied with a' Shut up! ' and watched Vegeta's lips, which were now dangerously close to hers."Do you want to kiss me?", Bulma breathed now and moved her head closer. "I should be asking you that now," he grinned, watching with pleasure that he had caught her. (Can Vegeta actually do anything other than grin? And Bulma than blushing? Huh, that annoys me again!) "Who knows ..." she smiled and closed her eyes. And then she felt his head lean down even more and ... boom. Bulma jumped up and struck Vegeta's head. "Ouch!", Both mumbled at the same time and rubbed their foreheads. "What was that?", Bulma asked surprised and stepped away from Vegeta. But he didn't even have to answer. "Honey, we're back home!" (Yes, yes, what do you call that? 6. Sense of inappropriate moments? * Smile *) And Mrs. Briefs' head peeked into the kitchen. "Well, you two, did you have a good time too?", She smiled, which Bulma didn't really understand at first. But then she noticed that Vegeta was still holding her wrist and jerked her hand back.(Uh ... I don't think I need to mention that she blushed, do I ...?) Now Professor Briefs was also standing next to his wife and looking at Vegeta. 'The weird guy', they both thought at the same time and Mr. Briefs smiled at Vegeta. "Hello!" Vegeta wrinkled her nose in response, mumbled something about a shower and made her way out of the kitchen. "Oh yes, this Vegeta, he's so humble, isn't he, darling?" Smiled Mrs. Briefs and beamed at her husband. "Yes, he's a weird owl ..." "Where have you been so long?", Bulma switched on when she finally woke up from her trance. "Oh, it took a little longer. Your father was blown away by the competition's machines and talked for hours about the specimens. And then there was this one ..." "It's okay, Ma", Bulma said, and smiled at her, "I got it." "And what did you do today, dear?" asked Prof. Briefs and beamed at his daughter. "Oh father, I had completely forgotten that, I've been looking for that stupid screw all day!Before I could ask you, you were gone! ", she said a little louder and crossed her arms." Which one? “The 3343xlk! Where is it?” Her father scratched his head and thought for a moment. Suddenly he smiled and pulled a small screw out of his pocket. "Here," he said, holding it in her hands. "Great, then I could have saved myself the search," scolded Bulma and, insulted, pocketed the 3343xlk. "All right, dear," yawned Mrs. Briefs, "it's getting late and I think we're going to bed slowly." Bed. Bulma immediately remembered the bed story. "Wait, mother! What do you know about this thing with me and Vegeta?" Her father's eyes widened. "Are you with him now or ...?" "DAD !!!", Bulma screamed angrily. "I ALREADY HAVE YOU ONCE ..." "It's okay, it's okay," said Professor Briefs, waving his hands defensively. “Don't be so upset.” “Ah, you mean why you share the same bed?", Mrs. Briefs asked, smiling at her daughter, who nodded her head. Her mother yawned again." Can't we sort that out tomorrow? It's really ... "" No! ", Bulma replied and cut her off." I don't feel like waking up next to him every time just because you ... "" It's okay, it's okay, "said both parents." Then I'll show you that beautiful thing. "Bulma stared at her father in amazement." Nice thing? "But her father did not answer, but went to the hallway. Bulma shrugged her shoulders and finally followed her father, who in turn was followed by her mother. (And this in turn followed by her dog, who was in turn followed by the house cat, which in turn ...) The way led - to Bulma's astonishment - into the laboratory. "Father, please don't say now, you have any ..." "Hush," muttered Professor Briefs and finally stopped in front of a shelf but the unsuccessful inventions ... 'Immediately afterwards he started rummaging around there.Bulma and her mother watched his search wordlessly until he finally came back beaming and gave her a kind of small Walkman. "What ... is that, Pop?" Her father beamed even more. "This is a marvel!" He smiled. "A small machine that can move material things through space on the same plane and dimension." "Move material things?" Asked Bulma and stared at the little machine in disbelief. "Yes," confirmed the professor and took the machine from her again. "I'll show you. Take a close look at the computer. And now ..." He briefly tapped the device and waited. Nothing wanted to happen. But with a short jerk the computer was suddenly gone and reappeared at Bulma's feet. Mrs. Briefs clapped her hands and beamed at her husband. “Always amazing, darling.” Professor Brief's daughter, however, seemed unimpressed. "Paps, you have already made that before, don't you remember?But he can only move material things, ONLY material things. "" I know that's why I wanted to improve it. I wanted to do it in such a way that it can also move living things. "'Hm ... comparable to Goku's teleportation', thought Bulma and looked at her father again." And that's what this machine should actually do, "he finished his speech. Bulma stared again at the little machine." And why is it then with the unsuccessful inventions? "she asked pointedly." Because the machine just failed! "" Huh? "(Exactly - huh?)" When your father finished with the machine, we immediately tried out whether it worked! ", explained Mrs. Briefs further." How tried it out? ", asked Bulma and stared at her mother. Then a light dawned on her. Surprised, she pointed her finger at herself." Like ... at me? "The parents nodded. Bulma blushed with anger." You 'moved' me to Vegeta's bed? HOW COME?!? ARE YOU STILL TO SAVE ?! SIMPLY ... ”“ That's it, ”said Professor Briefs in between.Now Bulma fell silent again and just looked at him puzzled. “We wanted to move you from your bed to our bed.” “Well, we wanted to try Vegeta first, but we figured that maybe he would ... how should I say ... overreact if he did wouldn't like the idea. "" Aha. "That was the only thing Bulma got up with. "And why didn't you just tell me that I should and even was your guinea pig?" "It should be a surprise," replied Professor Briefs, scratching his head. "But the postponement didn't work. You disappeared and didn't appear in our bed again." Mrs. Briefs smiled at her daughter. "We were afraid we would have made you disappear forever, but ..." Bulma clapped her forehead. "The postponement didn't work and I ended up in Vegeta's bed!" Again both parents nodded. "So this is the solution to the riddle!" Said Bulma happily and beamed at her parents.But then her expression darkened again. "And why did I end up in his bed again and again? Don't say you tried it again and again?" Her father nodded hesitantly. Bulma rolled her eyes and glared at her father. "Well, then it's easy, stop it, this machine is no good anyway!" Professor Briefs scratched his head again. "That's what amazes us ..." he mumbled carefully. His daughter widened her eyes. "How? I don't understand now ..." (And if Bulma doesn't understand something ... * g *) Mrs. Briefs looked briefly at her husband and then looked again at her daughter. “How many times have you ended up in his bed?” Bulma thought for a moment. "I don't know, it's been going for a week as you know it for sure ..." "That's the strange thing," Professor Briefs intervened again. "We only tried the machine three times ..."




Sequel follows!


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Tadaaaaa! Done again! Yummi, that was quick! * grin *


Yeah, what's broken now? Does the machine work by itself? Did the letters only tell half the story?


Do I ask stupid questions ??? (Huh?)


Well, this is - I think - the penultimate part and next time this story is definitely over. (Finally ... it would be even better if you continued to be tortured so much ... * dripp *) And next time I'll be faster than with this part ... (Well, if that's true ... me can't promise that these aliens will leave me alone ... * smile *)


Hmmm ... I just hope you enjoyed my story so far.


But before I finally break up, I have to get rid of a few things:


Aaaaalso .... * deep air * The thing with Nappa, which is cleared up in the next part, so he can't be quite that dead! And then I made a mistake because of Veggie's "soft" side ... someone drew my attention (Hey, thank you again - I wouldn't have guessed it alone!) That Veggi couldn't actually turn into an SSJ when he's half good half bad... hmm, what can I say? Uh ... - ARTIST'S FREEDOM! * grin *




So now it's really over. At this point I would like to thank you again for the incredible number of comments (I'm still touched ... *