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Yamcha took two steps backwards to avoid an upcoming attack.


"Get this walking heap of junk off my neck or you can collect its individual parts on Mars!" Threatened the Saiyan.


Before Vegeta would actually have the cruel idea of ​​destroying her dearest specimen, she leaned over to pick up the insect. She changed the programming, put it back on the floor and watched with delighted expression as it tripped away. Vegeta made sure that it was really gone and then turned back to what he was supposed to do.


Bulma also cleverly talked herself out to send Yamcha home. Less than two seconds later she checked the other crawlers, preventively, so to speak ....




9. Murder in the Briefs house


Vegeta had once again had an eighteen hour day of training behind him.Broken, but also extremely satisfied with himself, he let himself fall into his bed. At the end of training he had recently got used to doing a few laps around the world. Sometimes he even flew to other continents, looked for a clear mountain lake there and went swimming there, so to speak. Even if he largely despised the Earthlings, he had to admit that they at least had some idea of ​​entertainment and comfort. Soft seating, sleeping places, television, sweets. These things made his present life on earth more comfortable than he had imagined. The training couldn't go any better. The capsule is state-of-the-art, not least because Bulma changed something on it almost every day. But what he liked most was that the capsule was completely tailored to him. Every tiny electronic setting was adapted to his body. He could have been much stronger much sooner if the girl had worked for him before Freezer's time.

But he wasn't really annoyed about it, after all, that would also mean at the same time that he would have had to endure her senseless chatter for years! That would have blown any Super Saiyan!


Just before sleep could catch up with him, the whole house shook. At the same moment he was standing upright in bed.


"Uaaaaaaa !!!!! Hiiiilfeeeee !!!! Iiiiiiiiiiii!", It sounded everywhere in the house. Instinctively, he covered his ears, even though it didn't do any good.


"Shit! Who is screaming the whole house here? REST! ​​Otherwise I'll teach you manners !!!" he roared, but of course he had no chance against the screeching with his 'little voice'. Even as he asked himself the question and ran down the corridor to find the cause, the answer fell like scales from his eyes.


He only knew one person who could scream so loud that the walls shook. The screams came from the bathroom.

Ready for a superlative fight with the cyborgs who attacked Bulma's bathroom, he threw the door open and ... examined the situation with a grin.


He was the first at the scene of the crime and with a wave of his hand gave the others to understand that they can go back to bed, he would take care of the situation.




"Why doesn't anyone help me! Iiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!! That's so eeeekeliiiiiig! Uaaa !!!" Bulma gave everything her voice gave.


"Hiiiiiilfeeeeee !!! Hiiiiiilfeeee!"


She clung to the cistern with all her strength so that she wouldn't fall off the toilet on which she had desperately stood to escape these monsters.


"I'm a young, self-confident, flexible, cosmopolitan .. o .. oh!"


She was horrified to find the monster staring at her and its eight legs moving towards her.


"Uuuuauaaa! Hiiiiiiilfeeee!" But her cries for help got stuck in her throat when she heard this mean and nasty laugh that she was all too familiar with behind her.She felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. She stared indignantly at the door. It said, how else could she have expected it, Vegeta.


'Without making any effort to help me !!!'


"Vegeta! Don't stand around, just do something !!! Hit her down! Kill her! Send her to the afterlife! That's your specialty! Finally do waaaaaas !!!"


'The guy just stands there and doesn't do anything but grin like that!'


"I'll watch you, that's enough!" He squeezed out between his teeth. Apparently he had to try hard not to snort out loud.


"What the hell ..." In the same second she found out what Vegeta found so amusing.


'Bulma, you fool, you stand in the toilet, clad in a towel, clinging to the cistern and yelling at three disgusting, ugly, dangerous spiders to get out of the field !!!'

"Please don't make fun of me! This is a serious situation! Put these disgusting things away, otherwise I'll never speak to you again!"


Vegeta approached the little monster and looked up at her in amusement. His eyes were sparkling with pleasure.


"Is this a promise ?"


"Grrrrrr! Veeeegetaaa !!!" He raised his hands defensively.


"It's good! I'm already at it!", He sullenly set about collecting small amounts of energy into his hand. What could you not do to regain your beloved sleep.


"Tell me, what am I actually killing here?" He asked curiously, while directing a precisely dosed beam of energy at a creature.


"Lactrodectus mactaus theridiidae.", She replied as if in a trance when she saw the spider burn.


Vegeta looked up in surprise.


"You name the things before I kill them? I wonder which of us is crueler ..."

"Oh Vegeta! Theridiidae is just the systematic family name!"


"You let her kill me, even though the part is a family man and has probably hundreds of little babies? Where's your moral code?", He looked at her in mock horror, grimaced, 'How could you do such a thing - expression 'while he was already taking down the other spider.


"Latrodectus is the genus, mactaus describes the species, so to speak, and Theridiidae is the family name. The whole thing is the systematic classification ...


"Black Widow."


"Huh what ?"


"You waste way too much time chattering. Tell me right away, it's the black widow."


Completely perplexed, she stared at Vegeta, who burned the last spider in the bunch.


'That idiot knew what I was talking about all along! He was just making fun of me! The only question is where from .... '


"Grrr."


"Did you say something?"

"You are a bullshit!"


"You said that?" He repeated, grinning.


"That's exactly what I said!" She shrieked.


"I thought I heard 'Vegeta is the greatest'." He noticed how she gasped in horror.


"More like 'Vegeta should wash her ears again'."


He was grinning at her now over both ears.


"You can get off your dais again unless you plan to spend the night up there."


"You don't seriously believe that I am stepping over these brutally murdered corpses!"


Vegeta examined his little work. Three charred spiders sticking their 24 legs up in the air. One leg was still steaming. Vegeta looked back and forth between the steaming leg and Bulma. Then he knelt down, blew very carefully and made an inviting gesture of the hand towards Bulma.


"The way is clear now, doll! So move your butt!"


"Uuuuuuaaaaa! Iiiiiiiiiiiiii!Iiiiis daaaaas eeeeeekliiiig !!!! ", she screamed hysterically. Vegeta resorted to his tried and tested method: cover your ears. But that would do about as much as if you were standing next to a megaphone. He lifted off the floor, grabbed the totally surprised Bulma, who was desperately trying to holding her towel in all directions and scanned the 'mass grave'.


When she was back on solid ground, he put her down again.


"So sweetie, go to bed! Otherwise real murder will happen!" He threatened. But his eyes glared at her and the corners of his mouth twitched treacherously.


She frowned. 'Sweet? March to bed ?? '


"You feel really great now, don't you?" She smirked at him.


"For your information, it's not exactly honorable to make fun of a woman in need! Don't expect a memorial from me now!"


But to her surprise, he just turned around and walked away laughing.

"What a cocky monkey!"


"I heard that!" He waved him off with a laugh.


She watched him go a long time before she ducked into her own room.


Had she ever seen Vegeta laugh so heartily?


With a particularly comfortable feeling around her heart, she crawled into her bed.




10. The explosion


The following days turned out to be fairly unproblematic. Some of the staff had got used to living under the same roof with a Saiyajin.


Everyday life in the Briefs house had crept in, and the situation seemed to be normalizing. Bulma's routine was to get up at seven in the morning, have breakfast and shower, and then hop into the lab. While she was working on giving the mechanical animals more and more difficult tasks and next to Dr. Gero fiddled around, watching Vegeta's training with angry eyes.

It was incredible to see how he kept breaking through his own physical limits. How amazingly fast his ambition drove him. He spent day and night in the capsule, exercising without a break. Bulma even had to remind him of the food. He seemed to forget everything around him in the capsule. There was only he and nothing else. He was in a state of trance, obsessed with the idea of ​​getting stronger, getting faster, getting better, better than Goku, better than the boy from the future, better than everyone else.


She watched with concern as he did not even shrink from physical pain to satisfy his self-pacification.


She couldn't stop him from his enormous urge to be the best all the time. But the longer she watched him, the more his way of thinking, his comprehension and an attitude towards life revealed to her.


To call the whole thing everyday life was