perhaps a little exaggerated, it was more of an accepted norm.Their conversations with each other were rather one-sided. She talked, he listened, nodded or shook his head.


Life in the research station had fully adapted to Vegeta's training schedule. After all, what happened what Bulma wanted to avoid from the start. He determined when to get up, when to eat and, above all, when to sleep.


A state that was accepted by almost everyone.


Sometimes they clashed, especially when Vegeta thought his training conditions were too harsh. Then she stepped in and manipulated the conditions from the outside. Usually he freaked out, insulted her and then disappeared again for a few hours, sometimes for a few days.


Then sat at her window again at night and wondered if he would come back this time or if he would stay away forever.


But it wasn't the 'little quarrels' that preoccupied them. Rather, she observed his development critically.The stronger he got, the more dominant his self-centeredness became. Bulma doubted in part that the word 'you' even existed in his vocabulary.


Your hope that this man will one day be able to reveal something like feelings or even think of other people, dwindled more and more with each passing day. Vegeta couldn't or didn't want to understand that she was worried about him when he disappeared without a word.




"Earth to Bulma! What's going on in your head?"


Bulma started and looked around. 'Oh yes, Sunday afternoon, drink coffee with Yamcha and Kuririn!'


"Nothing in particular. I was just a little lost. But now tell me how is your training going?"


Kuririn put his cup aside.


"Until a few minutes ago I was still convinced that my training was just great. But after I've seen Vegeta, I feel like I'm training for the championships at a primary school!It's just unbelievable, how does this guy do it?


"Well, he takes training pretty seriously ..."


Yamcha stepped in. "He's just totally crazy! If I trained like that, I would be a hundred times stronger than him! You can believe me."


"I wouldn’t think I could fix it ...", Kuririn doubted. Bulma turned her gaze to the training capsule. Vegeta had been in it for over eighteen hours.


"Father recently developed a new training program. He constructed little 'metal monsters' that are able to bundle an incredible amount of energy and fire independently of one another at the opponent. Those who train with it have to have their eyes and ears incredibly fast and always and everywhere Because they're not only strong, they're also fast, they can evade and hide, the little things can even communicate with each other and develop strategies.For example, two bullets distract the opponent and the other four attack from behind. You really have to be careful because being hit by their energy beams can be very painful. For Vegeta too. "


"Sounds scary," admitted Kuririn.


"Bullshit! Anyone can jump around a bit in the area!", Yamcha boasted. But Bulma's eyes fell on the capsule again.


"It's not only scary, but also insanely dangerous. Especially at 350 G!", Bulma pointed out. She didn't even notice how her two friends fell off the chair in sync.


"He's training those things at 350 G?" Both asked in disbelief.


"Yes! He's just a total idiot who doesn't know where he's left his brain!", Bulma squealed.


But all the alarm bells rang inside her.


Something was wrong with the training capsule. Vegeta has been in there too long. She stood up boldly, completely undecided.Should she risk interrupting training and starting an argument with Vegeta? She barely noticed that Kuririn also rose and joined her.


"What's going on in the capsule, Bulma?" He asked, horrified. She saw the serious expression on his face and felt her heart skip beating.


"What ... what do you mean by that?"


"Kuririn, do you feel that too?" Yamcha intervened.


"Feel what? What's going on in it? Don't let everything be pulled out of your nose? Say something!", Bulma screamed hysterically.


"An enormous amount of energy emanates from the capsule!"


"That is impossible! The capsule is hermetically sealed, nothing can penetrate it! What nonsense are you talking about!"


"If so!" Kuririn yelled back.


But even then she saw that her boyfriend wasn't lying. She could watch for herself how the vibrations gripped the capsule, how the ground began to shake under her feet.Then the inevitable followed. A huge explosion broke the silence.


Bulma was first caught in the shock wave that hurled her against Yamcha. However, her friend had enough strength to hold them both tight. The enormous pressure wave was followed by rain consisting of flying, sharp-edged debris, burning scrap and poisonous gases. She was dazed and took a while to orient herself. Without further ado she took out a handkerchief and pressed it to her mouth and nose. As a scientist, she knew it was of little use, but it was better than nothing.


She immediately began to approach the heap of rubble.


"Vegeta! Vegeta, where are you!" Without hesitation, she began to pack individual parts aside. She didn't care that they were still hot from the explosion. Vegeta was somewhere below, probably badly injured. The explosion was just too big for him to survive without damage.

She had to get him out of there. Even as she was digging for him, tears ran down her head.


"Vegeta, you're an idiot! Why don't you listen to me!" She sniffed loudly and continued digging.


Juchz at that moment a hand suddenly jerked out of the pile in front of her. She fell back screaming and knocked over Yamcha who had come to help her. She watched with great relief as Vegeta slowly freed himself. Bulma could tell that he was hurt. It was covered in blood and covered in soot. She wanted to run to him, but instinct told her to stay where she was.


"Vegeta, how are you? Are you all right? ... I thought you were ... were ...", she asked worried.


After he held himself wobbly on his feet and with a great groan, he glared at her angrily.


"Do you think I'm a weakling? An explosion like that doesn't knock me out!"he shouted, furious.


'And I was worried about him too!'


After taking a sigh of relief, she said:


"You idiot, you probably don't have them all anymore! Do you realize what you've done? You could have killed us all! What was that supposed to be? Star Wars Episode 100 or what? You bullshit! I would have loved it to twist your neck with your own hand !!! ", she snapped at him.


"Mind your own business ..."


But he got no further. He slumped with a great groan. Bulma was shocked to find that his injuries were more serious.


"What's going on now?" Asked Bulma, immediately ran to the said bull and knelt down next to him. She gently laid his head in her lap and gently stroked his face with her hands. Desperate, she yelled at Yamcha and Kuririn.


"We have to get him inside!He urgently needs medical help! "While the two friends were still making their way over the heap of rubble, Vegeta made as if to get up again.


"Don't you realize you're disturbing?" He gasped. "I'm training here, so leave me alone!"


Bulma struggled to hold him back. Tears ran down her face. Not only because he was badly injured, but because he wanted to continue training even now. He himself signed his death warrant.


"Oh what, are you training how much pain you can endure? You mustn't move, Vegeta! You are badly injured. I have to take care of your wounds!", She pleaded with him. She tried to rest his head in a quiet position, because he had a vicious laceration there, among other things. His blood ran down her fingers.


"Vegeta, please!" She whimpered.


"Nonsense, these are just small scratches that don't even hurt." Vegeta groaned, clearly trying not to grimace in pain.

"I'm a Saiyan and I'm going to show it to Kakarrot and those stupid cyborgs. But to be able to do this, I have to improve my fighting technique!"


Bulma tried to talk to him.


"I understand that. But if you batter your body, you won't be able to compete against them in the first place. So take it slower."


But Vegeta didn't want to listen to her.


"You can make others happy with your advice!"


Resolute, he stood up against Bulma's will.


"Vegeta, no!" He warned, but then he collapsed unconscious.




11. Sick in bed


When Vegeta opened his eyes, he saw nothing but a white blanket. His head throbbed, his eyes hurt and he saw everything only blurred. Instinctively he closed his eyes to suppress the roar. He systematically moved his limbs to determine his health. He felt dizzy, as if there was a burden on his body.It was definitely a strong sedative that restricted his movements. He hated it when he was in helpless situations like this one. But he had to admit that it seemed impossible to get up. There was something disturbing on his face. He tried to remove it with his left hand. It seemed like he was struggling with a chunk of tons as he raised his arm to clear the artificial frame from his airway. He made another attempt to open his eyes and ignore the pain. The pod explosion had bothered him more than he had thought. He was lying in a bed, immobilized with some kind of medicine.


'Damn it! I want to keep training! I was so close to becoming a super sayiajin before the old box broke up! '


While he was still cursing softly, he looked around the room in which he was housed. He knew him, it was his room in the research station.That was his bed, there was the wardrobe, the desk and the chair, the plants ... His gaze wandered back to the table.