Someone had apparently put fresh flowers there.


"What's the nonsense!" He growled.


As he turned his head to the right, something fell off his forehead. He wanted to peer up to see what it was, but the pressure in his head made him reverse his decision. The thing became completely uninteresting, however, when he realized he wasn't alone in this room.




Bulma woke when the rag of Vegeta's forehead clapped her hand.


"I must have fell asleep ...", she said to herself. She knelt next to Vegeta's bed and fell asleep with her head against the mattress. With a wave of her hand she brushed the disheveled hair from her face and, as if in emotion, took the rag to cool it again in the water. She rose slowly to make some concessions to her tired bones.While the rag cooled, she pulled her dressing gown closer to her. It had loosened during sleep and now gave a generous view of her cleavage and her legs. Vegeta had apparently had a terrible nightmare that night. He got a fever again and found it very difficult to go back to sleep. She then decided to spend the rest of the night here again so that she would know if something was wrong with him.


Bulma grabbed the cold rag and took it over to the bed.


"Oh my god!", The words stuck in her throat when she saw that Vegeta was watching her. The initial horror quickly turned into great joy. Vegeta had finally woken up from her artificial coma! She had to suppress a scream. She leaned over him, grabbing his right arm with both hands as if she couldn't believe it.


"How are you ?Everything OK ? Do you feel any pain ? Do you want me to bring you something? Maybe something to eat? "


"How about ear plugs so I don't have to endure your voice!" He growled, his face twisted in pain. She smiled sweetly back. She was just overwhelmed by the feeling that he was back to his senses.


"You seem to be on the mend. You can joke again."


"I'm not joking!" He protested.


"Nice as ever, I know!"


"Don't you have something else to do? Do you have to get on my nerves?"


"You are right, actually I have something else to do. But I consider it my top priority to play the tormentor for you." He wanted to reply, but she put her fingertips on his mouth.


"You mustn't overexert yourself, Vegeta. Your body still needs a lot of rest." She frowned.


"You gave me quite a scare!"Her voice became serious." Please don't ever do that again, you hear! "But he seemed to ignore her request. He switched to being completely stubborn.


'You can't expect someone to take care of themselves if they don't even know how precious others feel about their existence!


But he will never be able to do that unless you tell him! '


Bulma swallowed.


"I know it's difficult for you to understand why I want you not to put yourself in dangerous situations. It's even understandable, considering that you grew up in a world where violence and war raged Feelings as weak points in the fight meant the downfall. At some point in your life you decided to banish sentimentality and unfortunately, God, your environment has confirmed your decision. Perhaps that was the only reason why you have survived so far. In There is nothing in your life to fight for, to die for.People who have nothing left fall into deep resignation and are easy victims for those who let their striving for power run free regardless of losses. But you, Vegeta, didn't want to become one of these weak people. And so you took something as a livelihood, which made you one of the strongest men in the universe. Dignity, pride, honor, that's what kept you alive, Vegeta, that alone. That's why you are so obsessed with the idea of ​​getting revenge on people who beat you in a fight or have insulted. Because not only did they hurt any feelings, they hurt what you made your livelihood. Every time someone defeats you, part of you dies. This is what makes it so unbearable for you to lose. You have to fight because it is the only way for you to find appreciation and satisfaction. What is a declaration of love for normal people is victory for you.That's why I probably can't ask you to understand me. I can't tell you to watch my feelings if you don't know what feelings are. "


She looked deep into his eyes, hoping to see some reaction in them. But it was like a book with seven seals that was inaccessible to her. Resignedly, she wringed out the rag and gently wiped his forehead, while with her other hand she gently brushed his hair back. She repeated the process several times while she continued speaking.


"But I still hope that you will soon rediscover those things that you excluded a long time ago. Because I do not doubt that they also exist with you. We live in a world that consists only of opposites. If one of these components falls gone, the counterpart to it cannot exist either. We would not know what night was if the sun did not exist. We would have no idea of ​​joy if we did not know what suffering means.

Someone with so much hatred has also loved at one point or another. "


She stopped moving. Vegeta was suspiciously silent.


Bulma just let her heart run free. She leaned forward carefully, careful not to put any pressure on his injuries. Without thinking about it, she lowered her head over his, hesitated a moment before kissing him barely noticeably on the mouth. It was a fleeting moment, but it still seemed like slow motion. She saw his eyes, which reflected surprise and incomprehension, felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest. It was about to burst when Vegeta raised his right hand to stroke her hair. His fingers found their way to her chin, gripping it incredibly gently, forcing her to look at him. A barely noticeable smile played on his lips. A smile that set all alarm bells ringing for her.

"That's an interesting theory that you have there, honey. But theories always have weak points that keep them far from reality. Or do you assume that people who claim to see only the positive in life who adore some gods and only lead a life of complete asceticism and purity because these people inevitably have turned someone around in their lives or at least scared small children? You don't believe that yourself, do you? "


The theory of innate evil. If there are living beings who are fundamentally good, then there are also those who have evil in their genetic makeup.


That was an interesting aspect that Vegeta mentioned, Bulma had to admit that. But still she believed what she said. She gave him her most beautiful smile.


"You're just trying to make excuses so you don't have to think about what I told you!"His hand released her chin again.


'Was that a smile on his face?'


"I can't tell you how much I worried you. You were badly hurt!"


She took a deep breath, relieved. She was absolutely unable to describe to him how much her fear had nearly driven her insane. How many nights she had spent by his bed, how often she had held his hand when he was struggling with himself in a dream ...


"I'd better leave you alone now, so you can still rest. Meanwhile, I'll continue to work on the training capsule. My mum will come over with the food in a minute and that you will eat everything for me!" rose.


"I'll do the devil. I'll get up now and keep training!"


'Ah! He actually started to get up! '


In no time she was back with him and pushed him back to bed with loud protest.Bulma knew that she had to come up with something to keep her problem child in bed. Hm .....


'Ahh!'


"So Vegeta, I'll make you a suggestion. Either you stay in bed for at least the next two days - without moaning and without trying to escape ... or ..." she turned to the bedside table and pulled something out. She proudly presented him with a mega-jumbo syringe. "... or I'll give you the elephant knockout injection. It'll put you out of action for at least five days!" She looked proudly at the astonished Vegeta. He should really think twice about what he was doing. She noticed with satisfaction that he let himself fall back in his bed in resignation. Bulma also shook the blanket for him.


"I know that you don't feel that much pain at the moment, but that's only because of the medication. You really need some rest," she persuaded him.




Vegeta looked after the woman with a strange discomfort, who actually did everything to keep him in bed.

It really had never happened to him!


Unusually moved by the way she had spoken to him, he led his fingertips to where she had touched him with her lips a few seconds ago.




Congratulations to whoever made it through




To be continued ...