man.But I have to say there is something mysterious about Vegeta that makes him irresistible in my eyes. In addition, he works hard and is very brave for his goals. Goku has its merits, but I also have a soft spot for Vegeta. "


The professor shrugged and looked at his surprised daughter.


The mother clapped her hands with delight.


"They're both just so cute."


Bulma blinked her eyes and looked questioningly at her father, who only shook his head.


"I don't know if the term 'cute' should really be that apt for Vegeta."


“Uh Bulma, do you have a new hairstyle?” Her father adjusted his glasses on his nose to get a better look.


"You notice that really early on," she teased.




Back in her room, she put on her white work pants, the gray top and her lab coat over it.Since her father was still with her mother, she could work alone undisturbed in his workshop. Although she had several of her own laboratory rooms in this research station, most of them were also used by the scientific staff. They took care of ongoing projects that didn't necessarily require Bulma's presence. These were mostly experiments, some of which had to be carried out a thousand times in order to be able to derive exact data from them. She would have to check the data in the evening to avoid any subsequent errors. But the staff in the station did a first-class job, she needn't worry about it. She decided to use the newly acquired time more effectively. After all, she didn't want to just sit around while the others trained hard. Before she left her room, she grabbed a large pile of new magazines and her reading glasses, as well as a small address book.It contained the phone numbers and internet addresses of the most important and talented scientists in the world. Bulma feared that she would have to rely on her help for the next few days. On the way to her father's workshop, she stopped at the machine and clamped a plastic cup of hot coffee between her teeth.


"I love this vending machine. It tastes so wonderfully fresh like styrofoam and lubricating oil!" She muttered to herself as she balanced her mountain of magazines in the direction of the workshop. When she felt that she was running out of breath, she put her mountain down on a chair and took a sip of her coffee. As she wiped the first beads of sweat from her forehead, her eyes fell on a catalog lying on the floor.


"What idiot leaves his trash lying around here?" She screamed. Since no one was in sight, she picked it up.


"Wow! This is the very latest edition of 'Latest Bionic'!"Her gaze wandered back to her magazines. The catalog might actually be of use to her.


With all her last strength, Bulma dragged her reading to the main computer in the workshop. First she fed the printer with paper, changed the cartridge and placed several stacks of additional paper next to it. Then she got hold of all sorts of things like blank floppy disks, loose-leaf binders, thousands of paper clips, highlighters, writing implements, yellow sticky notes and so on and so on and pulled the phone over to her. When she had everything within reach, she sat cross-legged on the large black leather armchair and made herself comfortable.


Two minutes later she had read the first article firmly, three hours later the printer was running at full speed, six hours later the phone rang on the conveyor belt, her e-mail box overflowed, the numbers danced wildly on her monitor.


At some point during the evening the sign "Please do not disturb!Bulma needs rest! "The door to the workshop.




6. Bulma's latest project


"Well, I don't know if what Bulma is doing there is so good." Her mother complained while she poured her husband a coffee.


"Why not? She's a scientist, she can't help it. She's just Daddy's little girl. Once she's bitten into something, she won't let up," he reported proudly.


"She's been sitting in this workshop for over three weeks and doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone! It's no longer normal! You have to do something, otherwise it will die there like a plant without light!" The mother looked at her father accusingly who apparently found nothing more interesting at the moment than the smell of his coffee.


"She hasn't even found out that Vegeta had finished the break in the meantime and has only been back an hour! Would you like some more coffee, Vegeta, by the way?"

She looked at the tall young man in the black shirt and ocher trousers, who leaned his back against the windowsill. He kept his eyes closed and crossed his arms over his chest. Something seemed to be bothering him so much that she didn't ask any further.


"What is she working on?"


The mother did not immediately understand what Vegeta was trying to do with his question. But the professor calmly continued to sip his coffee before answering him.


"To be honest, I don't know." He saw from afar how Vegeta raised his eyebrows questioningly.


"Normally I am fully informed about what is going on in this house. But this time, even I am completely overwhelmed by Bulma's latest project. I can only assume that it is mainly theoretical. Because apart from tons of magazines, The computer is her only means for books and endless telephone calls. Apparently she does not depend on practical things or on experiments. "

Vegeta walked up to the mother and held out his cup. Smiling, she poured something for him.


"Nobody could resist my coffee."


The professor watches the Saiyan warrior, who returned to his old position at the window and looked thoughtfully at the floor.


"You seem to have a vague idea of ​​what she's doing. Did she tell you something?" He asked.


But Vegeta just sniffed contemptuously.


"As if she was telling me something!" The mother noticed with satisfaction that Vegeta obviously bothered not to be privy to Bulma's plans. Her daughter had long since crawled into her snail shell when Vegeta disappeared for weeks. Perhaps he assumed that when he got back, Bulma would clear him up. It apparently went against the grain that he was back here and she still wasn't finished with her work. Or maybe he was just angry because she didn't even notice he was gone.In any case, it bothered him so much that he hadn't even started training in the capsule. Her husband gave her a meaningful wink.


"I think if she would tell anyone it would be you, Vegeta." She tried to make the remark sound as approving as possible.


"What reason should she have?" He asked harshly. She winked at her husband again to show him that Vegeta's interest had been piqued.


Without further ado, the professor drew back.


"I strongly suspect that Bulma's project is closely related to the fight against the cyborgs. Who could she tell about it if not you. After all, you will fight her and obviously she doesn't need my scientific advice. The fact is she does." Has to tell someone, because apparently what she's doing is incredibly important, otherwise she wouldn't spend so much time on it. Besides, you're one of those people who didn't exactly fall on their heads.The fighters of the Z-Troupe are enormously strong, but their technical knowledge is limited to that of a five-grader, which cannot exactly be said of you. "


Bulma had told him that Vegeta could even read the circuit diagrams of the capsule. Kuririn had also told him once that Vegeta had got Goku back on his feet on the planet Namec with an incredible number of technical aids.


"I suggest you pay Bulma a little visit ...", said the professor.


"But be careful! She yells at everyone who enters her realm and immediately kicks everyone out with a kick.", Added the mother.


"I don't think she'll kick Vegeta out. After all, he's a head taller than her!"


"Oh, we all know that Bulma doesn't even stop at a Saiyan like Vegeta when she's angry!"


"You are right about that, my dear."


"You'd better put on your combat gear before marching into the lioness's den!"agreed the couple.


But Vegeta knew that the suggestion was meant seriously. After all, he had lived here for five weeks and had learned several times what it was like to face an angry Bulma. His curiosity outweighed his short-term hesitation, however. That screeching voice was really the last thing he could use now.


He put down the coffee cup and went to find Bulma in her realm.


“Hey Vegeta!” He turned and saw the grinning professor with the victory sign. He left the lounge with a pained smile. In the background he heard the professor, who was probably talking to someone on the phone.




Hello Kuririn!


... yes, Vegeta is back ....


... no Still not ... .


... he is going to her now ....


... you want to order a coffin?



"Cowards," he uttered with a smile as he stopped in front of the door to the workshop.


"Please do not disturb! Bulma needs rest?" He frowned. He looked particularly skeptically at the grinning moon face next to it. Without further hesitation he tore the note from the door and opened it.


The room was completely dark. He had to be careful not to run into or offend somewhere. The air conditioning made it pretty cool. A fan kept the air moving. He just followed the flickering light at the end of the room. Slowly he crept up and watched the petite person in the large armchair. Meter-high mountains of files piled up around the computer. Countless magazines lay scattered on the floor, some open, others missing pages. The printer spat out one sheet of paper after another. The bulletin board was full of some sketches that he couldn't make out in the semi-darkness.These strange, scribbled yellow pieces of paper were