scattered everywhere. Each seemed to contain valuable information.


Bulma sat in the chair with her legs drawn up, staring thoughtfully at the numbers dancing on her screen. She nervously played with a pencil that apparently had an army in her hair. Her hair was shorter, but he liked it even better.




He had trained for three weeks on a nearly uninhabited planet called Kabak.


A green planet that got its groundwater supply mainly from the rock. The gravity exceeded that of the earth by ten times, but Vegeta only accepted this changed condition to a limited extent. He had been training at 150 times for a long time. The few living beings that lived there were small indigenous people who brought their technology into perfect harmony with their surroundings. The training conditions on Kabak were not nearly as good as those at the Capsule Corporation, but Vegeta accepted them approvingly if it also meant that he would bring a great distance between himself and the strange Briefs family.The few inhabitants on the unknown planet reluctantly accepted him as a temporary guest. After all, he had unceremoniously publicly executed their deputy leader. It was a popular tactic of his. First kill the second highest man in the people and show the weaklings that you are always able to take care of the topmost. Most of them are then afraid for their own lives and have absolutely no confidence in the defense skills of the top, so that they surrendered to him, the prince of the Saiyajins. Freezer was strong, without a doubt, but his ability as a conqueror was only moderate. He randomly killed everything that got in his way. But Vegeta was the prince of the Saiyans. He didn't kill all over the place, he had an order.


He always had only a weary smile when Freezer's special squad first wiped out the top of the people. They didn't understand that they were causing chaos in the population.The weaklings could no longer be forced to reveal their technical secrets or other qualities the planet had to offer when they had already lost everything.


Someone who had nothing left had nothing to lose either. Then everyone just ran around hysterically.


If the leaders were still there, the planet's demise would be orderly and Vegeta would not miss any details that might be of use to him.


The way he did it, just like that, it was on par with a Saiyajin


It was his first campaign of conquest after Freezer's defeat and the humiliation of Kakarotte.


He had actually announced to the residents that he would be staying for the next three years. There he could have trained undisturbed.


Nobody would reproach him if the whole planet was killed in the process. Nobody would care.


Nobody would dare to stand against him.

But after the first week he got bored. After destroying almost everything this planet had to offer in terms of granite and steel, he actually got bored. The technological abilities of the few inhabitants, from whom he did not even bother to find out the name of their race, were limited and inferior to that of the earth woman.


The training there wasn't going to get him any further. And he had to get ahead if he was going to defeat Kakarotte, if he was going to take revenge for the devastating loss of his honor in losing his battle with the lower-class Saiyan.


And he would defeat him, no matter what!


The stupid cyborgs didn't interest him, he just wanted one thing:


Revenge!


But for this he had to go back to earth.


It would be of absolutely no use to him if he stuck to the useless failures on the planets he had been badly battered. He had been there for a week and hadn't made great physical progress.

He had succeeded on earth.


He knew he couldn't avoid going back to those annoying Earthlings.


And now he was standing here, in her laboratory, watching the earth woman stare silently at the monitor.


His decision to leave the wretched planet and fly back to the screaming woman was made quickly.


He knew, however, that it would only be a matter of time before he disappeared again. Here he could make progress, out there he could try them out.




She looked excitedly on the monitor. She could do what she wanted. She kept getting stuck on this combination of numbers. No matter what she did, the result was always the same. Even if Dr. Gero was completely soft-brained, so she had to admit that he was simply a genius in the field of artificial intelligence and automation as well as the construction of androids.

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone cleared their throat behind her.


"Who in the world ...!", She jumped up, ready to eliminate the troublemaker. In the semi-darkness, however, she recognized Vegeta. She would have expected anyone except him. After convincing herself that this was reality and not a dream, she ran over to him and gave him a hard nudge in the ribs. She knew from the start that she wouldn't even scratch Vegeta with it. But it was a welcome means of unleashing her anger.


"You scoundrel, you ran away without telling me!"


Vegeta didn't even bother to fight back. He had expected that.


"Don't you understand that there are people here who are worried about you? You're worse than a toddler, that sucks!"


"Get yourself back, woman!" he said as if he were assuming that Bulma would make an elephant out of a fly.

"I'm supposed to get myself back on track? I guess I'm not listening properly! You slipped away for two whole weeks, you bullshit!"


"You seem to have forgotten that I have to train so that we don't all get slaughtered in three years! To survive the fight, I have to get stronger wherever I can!" He cut her off curtly. 'Why the hell did he say that? Since when did he look for words to justify his actions? He didn't need THAT at all .... '


"I understand that! But that doesn't give you a reason to just ignore me like that!" She hissed. Vegeta opened his eyes in surprise. The conversation took a completely different turn than he had expected.


He was the prince of a powerful people, he could afford ignorance.


"I'm not ignoring you at all, I'm just training! What do you expect from me? - That I ask your permission for every step I take? And you still believe in Santa Claus, don't you?"

It made him visibly angry that he had to justify his behavior. What made him even angrier was that he actually tried to justify himself.


"I never asked you to do that and you know that too! I just want you to be a little more considerate of me. You are a warrior, when you are angry, you convert your negative energy into enormous fields of force. Me I can't! I can't just shout my anger out by destroying meteorites or moving mountains. I have to process my anger and anger like any normal person! And I can't concentrate on my work when I You make me angry, Vegeta! So stop the 'If I'm not here, I might be back in a year' number! You're doing more damage than you can imagine! "


Vegeta looked at the huge mountains of files and materials she had amassed during those weeks.

"Really very unproductive.", He remarked dryly at the sight of this mass of information that she had gathered despite her alleged mental blockage due to his absence.


Bulma saw what he meant as soon as she examined the chaos around her. She grabbed her counterpart by the arm, pulled him to the monitor, forcing him to take a look at an infinitely long combination of numbers. Among other things, he recognized universal constants such as absolute zero, the Rydberg - and Avogadro - constants and so on and immediately. But there were also terms there that said absolutely nothing to him, that he had never seen in his life.


"For two weeks I've been trying to find out what this combination is supposed to do, what is hidden behind these unknown constants. Two weeks and I'm not a bit further and do you know why? Because I have to keep asking myself where you are, whether you're still alive at all! "

"You blame me for getting stuck?" He asked ironically. As if he cares. He was guilty because he had wiped out countless lives ... why should he care that a stupid earth woman blamed him for getting stuck with her work ....


Bulma took a deep breath and let his words sink in. She had to admit that it actually sounded banal and absurd to blame him for her misery.


"No ... of course not.", Sighing, she hung her shoulder. Vegeta raised an eyebrow questioningly. She apparently had no problem with him seeing her weakness.


'Pah! People !'


"It's just like that - so depressing when you get absolutely stuck. You work and work, but you don't get anywhere!"


He could actually sing a song about that ....


"And if you also have to worry about a stubborn head like you, then that is anything but inspiring!"

Bulma saw Vegeta smile skeptically.


'He was right. There's no need to worry about someone like Vegeta. One should rather be afraid for the people who crossed his path. '


Suddenly Bulma knew what she needed. She had to get out, out of this room, the ceiling of which had been falling on her head for almost a month. She finally wanted to enjoy fresh air again, let the sun warm her face.


"Come out into nature with me!", She asked the sullen-looking Vegeta.


'You must appear to him like a teenage boy in puberty. One moment at the bottom and the next moment at the top. '


But now that Vegeta was back at the Briefs house, she felt the need to exchange her snail kingdom in the laboratory for fresh air and the rising sun.


"Come on, come on! Or do you want to put down roots here?" Totally taken by surprise, Vegeta allowed himself to be dragged outside.On the