"Damn Vegeta! Keep your thoughts together!"


'Can't you put fighting aside for half an hour ... "


He saw the front sphere light up - a sign that a bundle of energy was building up inside its case.


'.... and spend some time with me?'


"God damn it! Shut up!" He shouted angrily. "Haaaa !!!" His unbelievable anger turned into an enormous beam of energy, which quickly turned all metal balls into dust and completely destroyed the inner workings of the capsule. Exhausted, he sank to the floor. Gravity tugged at him, but he ignored it. He hit his fist violently. With this enormous force of gravity, he had managed for the first time, in addition to the enormous energy he needed to get up and evade, to bundle energy and thus render his opponents harmless.

“Damn it!” But instead of being happy about this little victory over himself, he angrily stomped on the floor.


It was also the first time in his life that he couldn't concentrate during a fight because his mind was elsewhere.




'I can't get any further because I have to constantly worry about where you are or whether you're still alive at all!'




Great, one day on earth and he took two steps forward and one backward at the same time!






7. Attempts at reconciliation


Frau Briefs set the table for supper. In addition to a zuccini casserole, a tomato salad, several rice dishes, some sausage platters and bread baskets, a fruit salad, small snacks for in between and a huge fish grilled in foil, she put a huge mountain of steaks, meatballs and chicken legs on the table. The fact that in all likelihood only three people came to dinner didn't bother them.The mother knew full well that her roommate Vegeta could eat a lot. While this was nowhere near as much as her friend Son-Goku could plaster, it was still quite considerable. And as if her newest protégé had smelled the roast, it came creeping up too.


"Hello Vegeta! I hope you are very hungry!", She whispered to him while she was making the final preparations for the meal together.


"Goes so !"


Startled, she turned and examined the man at the end of the table. Immediately she jumped up to him and put her hand on his forehead.


"Are you sick? Do you have a fever?"


Saiyajins don't get sick! ", He replied defiantly and pushed the woman aside. Ms. Briefs looked down at Vegeta, who was apparently elsewhere with his thoughts. In no time she put one and one together.


"Ah see! Quarrel with Bulma, huh?"


Furiously, he thumped his fist on the table, causing all the food left there to jump up and fall back into place.

"I didn't fight with anyone!"


Since when could you read what it was thinking in its face! Was it an open book?


But there was nothing he could do to counter the typical serenity of this woman. Totally unimpressed, she filled his plate to the brim.


"I guess my husband will come to dinner later. But by then I would of course have starved to death! So let's just start!" As a matter of course she sat down next to Vegeta, filled herself up and made sure that the ' Boy 'also had enough on his plate.


"I was absolutely nonsense with her!", Vegeta muttered while tugging on a chicken leg with his teeth.


"Then maybe you missed something ... munch, mpf ... because she's been sitting in her room for hours, shoving balls of ice into herself and scolding loudly like ... mmpf, brmapf ... ' Vegeta that bullshit 'or ... muff ...' I'll kill him!'", she chewed on a meatball with relish.


"So these meatballs are just lovely, don't you think?"


To prove it, she put a whole meatball in the mouth of Vegeta, who was still chewing on a chicken leg. While he was struggling with the meatball, she filled him with a particularly tasty-looking rice dish and poured him some lemonade.


"I don't know what happened, but I think you should fix this quickly!"


"The devil will do it!" He grumbled.


"You should know that if Bulma crawls into her room, then she's really pretty pissed off. Oh, you mustn't forget the little prawns there. They are fabulous."


Before he knew it, she had pushed the little animals down his throat. At times like these he was extremely grateful that he had such a big mouth that allowed a lot to fit in.


"I didn't do anything ..."

"It doesn't matter whether you did something or not. The fact is that she refuses to eat dinner and that she doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone. She's really pissed off!"


"That doesn't interfere with anything!"


"Man, can you be stubborn!"


He was a prince, he could afford that!


Besides, he still didn't quite understand why the woman was angry. Because he ran away ...? Or because he called the stupid people in the stupid park failures ...? Or because he accused her of wasting her time doing nothing ...?


Vegeta swallowed.


Crap!


Suddenly he had the incredible need to scratch the curve. .




Vegeta walked down the hall. He had filled his stomach properly and was now ready to hold a final training session in the evening. His path crossed the door to Bulma's room. He recognized it by the pointless little door sign that said 'Bulma is here'.In addition, the typical grinning moon face that she left everywhere. He made a little U-turn and stopped in front of the said door. He had completely destroyed the small metal balls during training earlier. The professor said that without Bulma's help he wouldn't be able to get the devil things going so quickly. He looked around, but no one could be seen in the corridor.


'Or they were just hiding ...'


'Knowledge of yourself is the way to victory'. A principle that Vegeta has always followed. Lie to others, but never lie to yourself.


He clenched his fists.


'Since when have you been fooling yourself?'


He wasn't here to have any metal balls repaired.




Bulma flipped aimlessly through her magazine.


"'10 tips to find out if your husband is cheating on you '. Well, what a bummer. Can't you write something more interesting?" Bored, she tossed the magazine in the corner and spread out in her bed.

"I could paint the ceiling again!", She remarked dryly.


But while she was looking at the ceiling, her thoughts vanished in another direction.


'I'll probably never figure this guy out! In most situations he is arrogant, rowdy, selfish, pompous, conceited, aggressive, heartless, tactless, quick-tempered ... but there are those little moments when he is ... different. Moments when I could imagine touching him, of ... '


"Oh God Bulma, just stop this nonsense! This is the complete softening of the brain! Vegeta is and remains a cold-tempered warrior without any positive ambitions! He is here to train his male selfishness and his fanatical obsession with victory."


Then he will let his childish imagination run wild in the fight with the cyborgs, save the future of the earth by the way and then he will disappear again and let the whole universe participate in his newly won pride and exaggerated arrogance! "

Bulma sighed. She had accused him of not spending enough time with her.


'What on earth should she expect from him? Or the other way around, what devil had she ridden to throw that at him?


Probably the same one who made her offer to live here.


She got up purposefully.


"Bulma Briefs is by no means a woman who lets the exaggerated vanity of a fluffy monkey push her back into her room." Determined, she picked up her lab coat.


"You fail with the combination of numbers? Then please don't hide in your room and wait for the answer to come to you!


Do you want answers? Then get it yourself! Are you getting stuck with your books? Then you just do experiments to get further! I am a young, self-confident, emancipated, flexible, cosmopolitan woman who ... "


'Just think of it as a business agreement, a simple simple contract.Free board and lodging, no trouble with Vegeta on earth. It's really easy! '


With full vigor she opened the door and


"Ouch!"




Just as Vegeta was about to storm the snapped woman's room, she got ahead of him and ran him over.


With full force he was pressed against the opposite wall. However, he reacted very quickly, got hold of the whirling Bulma and put them both in a safe position.




Totally surprised, she looked up at Vegeta. Her heart seemed to want to jump out of her. She felt the blush rising in her face and gradually losing the ground under her feet. Which didn't matter in this situation, however, because he had his muscular arm wrapped around her waist and held her tightly against his broad chest. She let her right hand slide breathlessly over his chest, feeling the strained muscles under the cool fabric of the shirt.

"What in three devil names should that be? The latest conquest on the planet Jupiter, or what?", Vegeta replied with an extremely tense facial expression.


She couldn't help laughing.


"I think it was more the attack on Dr. Gero's number combination," she replied, smiling innocently. He gently released her, whereupon she moved a few inches away from him. Immediately she felt a longing unknown to her, which she tried to suppress by all means. She bit her lip nervously when something interesting occurred to her.


"What did you actually do here? ... I mean, you are definitely not finished with your training, are you?"


Bulma was totally amazed. For the first time in her life she saw Vegeta speechless. He seemed to be looking for the right words. Probably without even realizing it, he frowned.


'He looked really cute when he