way, Bulma took off her smock, revealing her blue shorts and a tight red top underneath.


"Can you tell me what your plans are?" She had to smile. Vegeta stared at her like she was ripe for the nutcase.


She swung the door open with full vigor, took a deep breath and waited until Vegeta was at her side. Without further ado, she hooked up to him and smiled sweetly at him.


“Let's go for a walk!” Vegeta grimaced as if she was asking him to eat worms with ketchup.


"Oh come on, Vegeta! Please!", She urged him lovingly.


"Who do you think I am?" He asked, horrified.


“Don't be a spoilsport!” Without waiting for his answer, she pulled him with her. Defiantly, he put his right hand in his pocket. But Bulma remained undeterred by his side and enjoyed the warmth that radiated from him. She took a deep breath to fill her lungs with oxygen.It was early morning, the sun gradually rose from the horizon and enveloped the area in a warm orange-colored light. It only took a few minutes until they reached the park where Bulma used to try out her first inventions as a child (she was not allowed to do it in the house, otherwise her mother would have freaked out!). Amused, she watched Vegeta, who critically examined the people in the park.


"And I thought, only you are so crazy ..." he wondered when he saw all the people. Some sat on the park benches and fed pigeons, others sat with blankets on the green areas. Still others played frisbee with their dogs, some rollerbladed, some jogged, and some just went for a walk. For the fact that so many people were there, it was pleasantly quiet. The park was big enough to provide a quiet, secluded spot for all visitors. Bulma was surprised to find that Vegeta had no problems adjusting to her leisurely walk.She was much more relaxed, calmer and more relaxed than in the workshop before.


Sometimes, with all the technology, she threatened to forget that the world was happening outside in nature. Man was made to live his life between trees and animals and not in some sterile laboratory. The previous conversation seemed almost pointless considering the rising sun, the laughing people and the chirping birds.


"Why are people doing such shit? They should use their time for something more meaningful!", Vegeta complained. But Bulma was not impressed by it. She saw his prominent face, the wrinkled forehead, the skeptical look at the green landscape in front of them.


Suddenly she realized something.


"Are you saying you've never been to a park?" She asked.


"'Park' ... that's what they call it." Something inside of her happened as she watched the critical-looking Vegeta.His gaze was still fixed on the picture in front of them.


'Bulma, pull yourself together! You're really staring at him! '


There was this strange feeling that spread comfortably warm all over her body. A warmth that made her face flush.


She called herself to reason, but she did not want to succeed.


It was an unusual picture that presented itself to her. Vegeta in civilian clothes, in a huge park between all the 'normal' people.


Far away from wars, even far away from his daily training program and the workshop.


She had to smile when he turned to her questioningly. In fact, he didn't understand why these people were lounging out here.


"Don't ask Vegeta! Just enjoy the moment of calm!"


Involuntarily she let her delicate hand wander along the crook of his arm and grabbed his strong hand.


"Isn't that awesome?" She called to him as she pulled his hand behind her.Bulma breathed in and out deeply to stop her heart beating up to her throat. She didn't know which was more satisfying at the moment, the rising sun or the fact that she was walking through the park with Vegeta holding hands.


But their wonderful mood burst immediately when Vegeta stopped abruptly.


"I came back to earth to train here and not to look at trees and watch hammered people make monkeys," he thundered.


'Did he always have to destroy everything with his exaggerated ambition?'


It made her mad that he wasn't even able to pull himself together and put his ego on the back burner!


"The only one who makes a monkey here is you! I was just trying to show you how beautiful life on earth can be.


But you wouldn't even recognize paradise if you stood in front of it!Are you really that dull that you can't even put the fighting aside for half an hour and spend a little time with me instead? "


Then she had actually believed that Vegeta would do her something good once and then something like that!


"You call me dull? Who is so stupid here and wasting his time doing nothing while the fight with the cyborgs is getting closer!"


'Or, more precisely, the one with the kakarrot ...


Bulma froze.


"You really think what I'm doing here is stupid and useless?"


"It's not just pointless, it's just crazy!"


She looked down at her hand, which was still clutching his.


He scared her to death, he ran away without saying anything. He demanded that everything obeyed his command. He didn't care what she thought, what she felt, or what she wanted.She jerked her hand free that it almost hurt.


"Do what you want, Vegeta! But don't expect me to help you. I don't feel like chasing after you all the time, being available on call and having to hear insults and insults from you all the time. But am At least I want you to constantly hurt my feelings and trample them. "


She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, saw how her eyes became more and more blurred. There was no way she wanted to stand in front of him like a little crybaby.


'Why do I have to cry now of all times? I've never cried before! This is total nonsense! I am a young, self-confident, flexible, emancipated, cosmopolitan woman who never lets herself be undermined! 'Suddenly she straightened her shoulders, turned and walked away at normal pace.


Bulma felt his gaze on her back. Normally she would be wondering if he was just looking at her new hairstyle or her bottom one floor down.

But at that moment, for the very first time, she really didn't care what he was doing. She was too angry with herself and her naivete.




After the argument with Vegeta, she had completely lost the desire to take a walk in the park. However, she couldn't bring herself to get stuck behind her computer again and continue fiddling with the problem. Undecided, she grabbed a book from her shelf, got herself a huge ice cream with a mega spoon and lay down on her bed.


"You should stay where the Pfäffer washes!" She muttered to herself as she shoveled one spoonful of ice cream into herself.




Vegeta gave everything his body could give. He trained like a madman to move forward - to finally become stronger than Kakarrot. He stared greedily at the scoreboard: 310 G!


"Kakarotte had trained at 100 G, but I'm training at 310!We'll see who is the strongest! Kakarrot, I finally want to measure myself against you! "


He would have to kill the cyborgs first, but he didn't care half as much as his past defeat against the archenemy.




'Can't you shut up for a minute?'


'... about as little as you manage to detach yourself from your thought of winning ....'




Undeterred, Vegeta continued to train. He had to get on at all costs. Further !


He activated the newly developed training program from the professor. He had to be careful and concentrate, otherwise he would be hit by the energy beams from the small metal balls. He's been hit enough times and he knew it could be very painful. He fought energetically against his physical urge to just drop on the floor and just let 310 times the force of gravity act on him. But these were thoughts that nipped his self-discipline in the bud.Further !


"Shit !!!", he cleverly dodged an energy beam. It required all his strength to jump in the capsule, to move nimbly. He carefully watched his 'enemies'.


'Don't you understand that there are people here who are worried about you?'


"Dodge to the right !!!" he yelled to himself when he was attacked by three of these little monsters. But once again he overestimated the effect of gravity. During the jump he was pulled badly on the ground. Only at the very last moment did he manage to escape the attack by rolling to the right. He hastily wiped the sweat from his forehead. He watched the devils breathlessly.


'You are worse than a toddler!'


"Haa!" Vegeta did a somersault backwards, using all the strength in his legs to rise into the air and ... was forcibly pushed back to the ground.


"Shit! Damn it too!"But he got up again while he was still cursing. Go on!


'I'm not getting any further because I have to worry about you all the time!'


He saw four of the metal balls planning an attack and positioning themselves strategically. He has to come up with something, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out of here today. He clenched his fists angrily


"Please concentrate!"; he scolded himself.


'You wouldn't even recognize paradise if you stood in front of it!'


A ball was placed in front of him. The other three hovered behind him, equidistant from one another. The one in front should probably distract him while the other three strike from ambush. The cold sweat ran down his back.


'Because I don't feel like chasing after you all the time, being available on call and having to keep hearing insults and insults from you. But least of all I want you to constantly hurt my feelings, trample them. '

The four balls were in position. It was only seconds before they struck.