hello, first of all thanks for your many comments.


Here comes the second part. A bit boring, but the subject has to be dealt with before the action can take place.


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After she had cleaned up the jug, Bulma wandered into the bathroom. There she turned on the shower and stood in it. The hot water pelted them. Her whole body enjoyed the relaxation. She washed her hair and then left the shower cubicle and wrapped herself in a large, fluffy towel. Arrived in front of the mirror 'Bulma girl, you look exhausted ... I'll sleep in tomorrow!' With this thought, she left the bathroom and crept into her room and immediately into bed. Bulma fell asleep soon after.




The sun tickled Vegeta's nose when he opened his eyes. 'Hm, what time is it?' his gaze wandered to the small alarm clock that was on his bedside table. '8 o'clock ...' he remembered what Bulma had said to him yesterday: "You don't get something to eat until noon.Your stomach still needs to calm down. "'Not until lunchtime. Pah by then I will have starved to death. Man Vegeta, you are slowly but surely softening. Otherwise I could last up to a week without food." Vegeta's gaze fell once more on his bedside table, on which too the "new" pot of tea was up. 'Oh, she must have brought me another drink yesterday. Where's the honey? Oh, behind the pot' Vegeta sat up and reached for the pot. He only had it small movement difficulties. "So how did Bulma do that yesterday with this honey?" Vegeta took the honey jar and the spoon that was next to it and put it in the jar put his finger in his mouth. "Bah, the stuff is sticky. It tastes good." The glass did not survive another 5 minutes. However, Vegeta then took the teapot in his hand with his glue finger Teas worked without any further problems, but to get rid of the pot again ... 'Shit, the stuff sticks like the devil.'Desperately Vegeta tried to get rid of the honey and the jug. All of the tea spilled onto his bed. "Shit like that too! Stupid earth stuff!". Bulma was torn from her sleep quite involuntarily by this screaming.


'Oh man, what's the noise here? I feel bad ... 'slowly she lolled out of bed, put on her slippers, put on her silk dressing gown and shuffled in the direction of the shouting. Vegeta was still cursing at a volume that even a deaf could understand.


"Vegeta !!" Bulma stood in the doorway (rather crumpled from the short night). "What are you yelling around? It's still the middle of the night!" Vegeta interrupted his roar and was about to explain to Bulma that it was now 8:20 am and he was hungry when Bulma began to laugh loudly. "hahaha, how did you stick the teapot to your hand? Spust ...". Vegeta gave her an angry look.“Wait a minute, I'll get water and a towel for you.” She was gone again. A moment later she came back with a cloth and a small bowl of cold water. “Let's see if we can get it off that way.” Slowly Bulma's hand with the cloth approached Vegeta's hand with the teapot. When she touched him a pleasant shiver ran through him. 'What's this? Why do I get this strange feeling when I touch her? 'She pulled him out of his thoughts very quickly, though. "Hold your hand a little higher so I can get there better ..." Vegeta did as he was told, because he finally wanted to get rid of this "thing". "Likewise. Thanks. Already done. Hold your hand briefly in the bowl, then the glue residue should also go away." Vegeta carefully dipped his hand into the water bowl. When he took it out again, Bulma dried it with the towel. "How did you stick the teapot to yourself? I can't remember that you ever had glue in your room, except ..." Bulma had to grin because she remembered that she hadn't put the honey in the kitchen yesterday."Bulma, my blanket is wet." Bulma's gaze wandered a little further down and discovered the tea that had been absorbed by the blanket. "Phew, I'll have to wash it for better or worse. I'll get you a dry blanket." Bulma took the wet blanket and went out of the room. She took the blanket into the laundry room and put it straight into the washing machine. Then she got new bedclothes and a duvet from the linen cupboard. With that she wandered back to Vegeta's room.


"So, I got you a new blanket. You only have to get up briefly so I can change the sheets." Vegeta looked at her indignantly. “Shall I help you get up?” Bulma took a step towards him. "No, I can do that on my own!" Vegeta threw his legs over the edge of the bed and slowly straightened up. He sagged slightly. Bulma was at his side immediately, supporting him. “You'd better sit down on the chair.” Vegeta growls at her softly, but then sat down very willingly.First she took off the old bedclothes and sheets, then she made a new one. Vegeta didn't take her eyes off Bulma for a moment. He watches her move. 'Such smooth movements. So delicate and fragile ... hold on Vegeta, what are you thinking? Am I totally crazy? That goat? She is just an unworthy earth woman. Not worthy of a prince like me. Exactly. 'But his gaze still did not leave her. "So, I'm finished, should I help you into bed?" No. "Vegeta rose from his chair and staggered into the freshly made bed." I'll come this afternoon to change your bandages. "I'm hungry, woman. When will I finally get my food?" "You have to be patient until noon, my mother will bring you something." Bulma turned to go. "Woman," "Is there anything else?" "Put on something real next time! You look impossible!" Bulma's eyes narrowed to small slits. "Then you can do your own crap next time," she snapped back in response."I am ..." he began when Bulma interrupted him: "A prince. A prince of a long-destroyed monkey planet. But here Vegeta, here on earth you are no longer a prince and nobody here will treat you like that either. Especially me Don't. You're a conceited monkey, that's all. "With that, she stormed out of the room. Vegeta looked after her in disbelief. 'Prince of a monkey planet? What does he think of? I am a Sajajin, not a monkey. She should only say something like that one more time, then it's due! 'Vegeta lay back on the pillows. 'My head hurts again. I am tired. 'Soon after, he fell asleep.


Bulma still railed to herself in the bathroom. 'This conceited -beep- -beep-. 'Bulma took a quick shower, did her hair, put on some make-up and wandered into her room to change. There she slipped into her work clothes and went towards the gravity room to repair it.


At noon, Ms. Briefs brought Vegeta a bowl of rice and vegetables.However, he was still sound asleep. So she put the bowl on the bedside table and left the room again.


Just before 9:00 p.m., Bulma snuck through the Capsule Corporation towards the bathroom to wash away the traces of the day. As always, she enjoyed the hot shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and wandered into her room. There she put on jeans and a top. The rest of the way led to her desk, on which was the association sheet. She grabbed it and made her way to Vegeta's room. 'Oh, he's sleeping. His food is also still on the table. Then he's been sleeping for a while. '"Hey Vegeta, wake up." "No, I don't want to leave Papa. No Nappa leave me there. Paapppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!!"' Oh he speaks in his sleep. Probably from his childhood. 'Bulma sat on the chair by his bed and began to peel the bandage off his right hand. He finally woke up while bandaging. "Well, already awake?" "What are you doing on my arm, woman?"" I bandage in new, otherwise the wounds will get infected again. "Bulma now grabbed the left arm and worked it with the same care as the right. Vegeta watched her attentively." My mother put something to eat for you. But if you're not hungry, I'll take it back with me. Vegeta looked at his bedside table and spied the bowl. It took less than two seconds for his stomach to make an unmistakable noise. “I'll just connect you up quickly and then you can eat.” With these words, Bulma had already reached his chest. Vegeta backed away. "Don't act like that, otherwise you will have to starve to death." "I eat when it suits me, woman. Besides, you have ice-cold hands." Bulma grinned at him nastily and continued to unwind his bandage. Then she rubbed an anti-inflammatory ointment on the wounds and bandaged him again. "So, you can stop the earthquake now, I'm done." Bulma grabbed the plate and handed it to Vegeta.He took it and began to scoop the food down. When he was finished: "I want more, woman!" "No, otherwise it will be too much and you will make your duvet happy again. That is out of the question. There will be something to eat again only tomorrow morning." to go to. "Then bring me tea!" "Why?" "Because otherwise I'll kill you." "No, you don't. Otherwise nobody will cook you anything to eat and nobody will build you toys with which you can exercise. That's why you don't kill me. "Bulma's eyes narrowed to small slits. "I don't need anyone to cook for me or to build training robots for me. I used to survive without you and I can do it again at any time!" Vegeta's voice remained calm and cool. "Well, Mr. Prince, then you won't mind if you have to get by without tea. And I won't build robots for you either." Bulma hissed at him like a snake, left the room and slammed the door behind her .

Vegeta watched her go. 'It makes me die of thirst here, really cold. That temper ... I could kill her so easily, without any problems. Then nobody would question me anymore. 'Then he remembered how touchingly she had taken care of him. 'She was so warm and soothing. This feeling is so alien to me. What does it mean? Anyway, I still have to push something between the cheek strips. 'Vegeta got up. He swayed a little, but he had a wall to support. So he marched towards the kitchen. His wounds hurt a little more with every step. 'Why does this damned woman always have to be right? But I won't let it get me down. I'm getting