"If you continue like this, you will be kicked out !!" Vegeta stood up: "You don't dare. I am ........!" He couldn't get any further. Bulma cut him off. She was terribly angry with Vegeta because he didn't help her with anything and everything stuck to her: "Don't come back with it. You're a prince! Great. A prince from a planet that is only history. I have nothing I would prefer a simple farmer. He wouldn't be so arrogant !!! "Vegeta felt his pride scratched and was irritated:" You better watch what you say! I'm a prince. I have noble blood! So be something friendlier to me! "" But your noble blood doesn't help me in the household, at work or in bringing up children! If something doesn't change here soon, then it crashes. I work so that the refrigerator is always full for you. I clean after you and raise our son alone. I will soon no longer know where my head is! Do you even know what your son is called ??? !!Vegeta, I'm sick of it now. I've been offered this for several months now, but enough is enough. Every time I see Chichi and Son Goku I have to think of us and there is nothing! Either your damn pride or me and your son !!! "With these words she rushed out of the room and slammed the door to the laboratory behind her. Vegeta just watched him with dangerously flashing eyes. Should she do what she wanted. He didn't care. Again and again she told him how great but Kakarott was and Vegeta was about to explode every time. That damn Kakarott. Vegeta had to react and went to the GR.


In the evening he stopped training and went back into the house. Bulma was sitting in front of the television, with her feet on the table and watching television. She laughed at something but when she saw Vegeta coming she didn't even look at him. Vegeta screwed up his mouth and growled to himself as he walked into the kitchen.There was neither a saucepan on the stove nor dishes on the table. Impatiently he went back into the living room. His stomach growled. "Where's the food ??? !!" Bulma kept looking at the screen. “I asked you something !!” She didn't respond. "Grrrrrrrr, stop kidding me! Answer !!!!!!!" Bulma changed the program. Vegeta was getting angry now. He ran up to her and snatched the remote control from her hand. He easily crushed it in his hand, leaving only a lump of garbage. Bulma crossed her arms: "That will be expensive!" Vegeta fired the leftovers into the corner: "Nothing is expensive here !! You guarantee that you get something to eat on the table !!!!!!!!" Bulma stood on. Vegeta felt his victory. But instead of going into the kitchen, she took a magazine and wanted to go out onto the terrace. But now Vegeta had had enough. he grabbed her wrist, yanked her around, and pressed her against a wall. "But now I'm fed up. I won't let you fool me.His voice was sharp and his eyes ice cold. Bulma was now frightened, but her mind won out. She was so sick of caring for and mothering him. Either he would understand now or it would be hopeless. Bulma looked to the side. Vegeta clenched his fist. He grabbed her face so that she had to look at him. But he was very rough. "Ouch, you hurt me!" "Guess what the point is ??!" Bulma seized the anger. "You're crazy. Let go of me immediately!" "I'll let go of you when it suits me! Apologize immediately and you MAY go out and make me dinner!" Bulma laughed: "! !! And what if I don't do it ?? !! "She glared at him defiantly. Suddenly Vegeta grinned: “Dende, you are so horny!” He grabbed Bulma's hips and gave her a wild and hungry kiss. Bulma was surprised because she hadn't expected such a reaction. Bulma put her arms around his neck and kissed him back with devotion.Vegeta felt how much he wanted her right now. His hands slid over her body and he kissed her passionately. Bulma raised her head and nibbled his ear. Then she suddenly paused and whispered in his ear: "You probably thought this stitch pulls! Forget it!" She freed herself from his grip and went out into the hallway. Vegeta was totally perplexed for a brief moment. She had flashed him off. She had i. Often their arguments ended like this and everything was fine afterwards. But this time it was different. Vegeta still felt the need for her and got angry because she had just left him out in the rain. But one thing was clear. He wouldn't apologize. he does not! she wasn't worth it. He went into the hallway and into their shared bedroom. it had gotten late and Vegeta was getting ready for bed (pajamas, sleepy hat and cuddly bear !! * gg *). He lay down on his free half and folded his arms behind his head.He wasn't tired. But after he lay down, Bulma grabbed her pillow, her blanket and got up. She left the room, leaving Vegeta behind. "Stupid woman !!" then he turned and tried to sleep. But somehow that didn't work. He had such a strange feeling, which made him very uneasy.


The next morning Vegeta was awakened by a bang. That's why his mood was already at 180 ° when he made his way to the kitchen. But everything was quiet there and no one was to be seen. Vegeta scratched his head and yawned heartily. Then he shuffled into the living room. No one there. He saw a small book on the table. It was Bulma's schedule. He looked around cautiously. Then he grabbed the black-bound book and leafed through to this day. "Visiting Chichi" "That can ...... that mustn't be true! She just lets me sit here without saying anything! That's the height!" He went back into the kitchen, everything got stuck under the arm what he could find and went through the house.He stopped in front of Trunk's room. The door sign was a picture of Bulma and Trunks that they had made themselves. Was the kid still asleep? He thought. Should he look? But he couldn't care less. He opened the door carefully. The room was dark. He went in and leaned over Trunk's bed. But instead of trunks there was only a note in it. "I don't think you will read this, but I took Trunks with me so that he doesn't get on his father's nerves!" Vegeta growled: "This woman! She has been washed by all means! But she will still see what she gets out of it !!!! "Furious, he stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind him. He didn't notice with anger that the door hanger fell down and broke.


When Bulma came back with Trunks that evening, Vegeta wasn't there. She dropped onto the couch. The day had been fine. Trunks, was fishing with Goku, Goten and Gohan and Chichi had baked a cake, which they then ate together.it had been funny and trunks seemed to be very happy too. He seemed to get along well with the three of them. If only Vegeta would take care of his son like Goku did. He played with Goths and trained with Gohan or they did something together. Suddenly there was a crying Trunks in the door: "Mom, look. My sign!" In his hands he held his door sign, which he had once tinkered with Bulma. It was broken. "Oh how did that happen ?!" "Sniff ..... when I came through the hallway it was lying on the floor! Sniff!" Bulma knelt in front of her son: "It doesn't matter. I'll try to fix it and if it doesn't work, we'll do a new one! "That seemed to calm Trunks:" Well, I won't cry anymore either! "He grinned proudly at her and wiped away the tears. Bulma stroked his hair. “You are very brave!” Trunks kissed his mom on the cheek and ran back to his room. Bulma could already guess how the shield had broken.It must have been vegeta.


Bulma stroked her hair and shook her head. She had to relax first and that was best done in a warm bath. She went into the bathroom and ran the water. Then she lay down in it and let the warmth work on her. But suddenly the door opened. It was vegeta. He was startled when he saw Bulma. Then he turned on his heel and left. Bulma watched him go and then couldn't hold back her tears. "What happened to us ?! If I had known that it looked like this, then I would never have got involved with you!" She grabbed the shampoo bottle and threw it against the door with all her strength: "You idiot !!!!! !! You stupid ........... stupid idiot! "


Vegeta went to the GR. He didn't want to run into Bulma again. This woman drove him crazy. But instead of exercising, he leaned against the wall and thought. What if he did apologize?But his pride immediately blew this thought away again. He would never decipher. What would his father think of him when he saw him? He was a Saijajin and not a washcloth. He would never apologize


Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Vegeta got up and shouted: "What is it ?! Who is bothering me during training ?!" The door opened timidly and Trunks stuck his nose through the door. “Dad, can I come in ?!” “If I have to!” Trunks came in. "Mama is very strange. She locked herself in the laboratory and doesn't open!" Vegeta turned around: "So what ?!" "Well, I don't understand what she needs a knife for in the laboratory ?!" Vegeta was puzzled: "Knife you say ?! And she doesn't open? "Trunks nodded with a heady head. "Go to your room Trunks! I'll take care of it!" Trunks looked gratefully at his father: "Thank you! I love you!" Then he ran into the house as quickly as his short legs could carry him. vegeta was perplexed. ° I love you!° Did his son really just say that to him? But his pride did not allow any feelings. “Stupid brat!” Then he went into the house and to the door of the laboratory. He tried to open the door. Nothing. Vegeta shouted: "Bulma ?! Open up !!!" Nothing. Vegeta drummed his fist against the door: "Are you deaf ?! You should open it !!!!!!!!!" Nothing. He was getting nervous. He thought for a moment. What was she doing in it and what was she going to do with the knife? And suddenly an uneasy feeling rose in him. Wouldn't you? vegeta stepped so firmly in front of the door that it was thrown off its hinges. He rushed into the room. Nevos looked around. there in the corner is her hair. He went up to it. Bulma was crouched on the floor with headphones on. She hummed