what we wanted?" Vegeta replied grumpily and rubbed his pants. The ubiquitous mosquitoes buzzed around his face.


Bulma winced and ducked her head as another ear-splitting thunder shook her to the core. Vegeta didn't move a bit. He didn't even blink an eyelid as she collapsed into a miserable heap on the floor beside him. 'That was just too much for today. 'She looked up at the Saiyajin, who in his proud posture did not give up an inch and watched the natural spectacle untouched. As soon as the torrential rain began, it was over as quickly.


Bulma was soaked to the bone. Her skin was covered with mosquito bites and scratches and she was utterly exhausted. She felt more drained than it had been in a long time. She would love to fall asleep here right now.

She had no more strength, especially not for an argument with Vegeta.


"I want to go home, Vegeta."




Vegeta averted his gaze from the clearing sky and looked a little surprised at Bulma, who had sat down next to him unnoticed. She just looked miserable. With a swipe he freed himself from the green stuff that covered him and looked up at the sky once more before he went to Bulma and knelt down. He was reluctant to continue their argument a few minutes ago.




Bulma opened her eyes in surprise when she felt that someone was in her immediate vicinity.


"Vegeta ...? What are you doing?", She demanded in a weak voice.


"Well, what do you think?" He growled.


It took her a few seconds before she saw his plan.


"Oh!" She breathed in amazement as his strong arms grabbed her waist and easily lifted her up. She reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him in amazement.

"This is an exception, so don't get used to it!"


"Yes, sir," she grinned at him. As he rose into the air and the ground below her feet shrank to the size of an anthill, she clung to him tighter.


"Woman, stop strangling me!" He snapped at her. But Bulma looked back with angel eyes.


"You won't drop me either?"


"Only if you babble too much!" He replied, half threateningly, half smiling.


There it was again. This feeling. Bulma winced as if an electric shock would incapacitate her body. She saw his striking face, the wind that seemed to play with his jet black hair and, above all, his strong hands that pressed her body close to his. Bulma swallowed.


He wasn't going to drop her. She did not know what made her so confident of this, but this realization spread through her like a warm summer rain and made her forget the cold through the flying wind and her wet clothes.

She smiled furtively to herself and leaned her head on his shoulder to get even more of his warmth. Even though she was completely exhausted, she felt completely happy.




Vegeta felt every one of his muscle fibers tense as the woman snuggled up against him. With every kilometer that he covered, he could feel how all tension drained from her body and she lay completely helpless in his arms.


A little confused, he glanced at her and was amazed to find that Bulma had fallen asleep.


'Sleep? Why now of all times! '


It was flying far more slowly than on the outbound flight. But he had to take into account that the woman in his arms did not have the physical ability to withstand the pressure at a higher speed.


He tried to ignore her and focused on the path in front of him. He looked around, but the stars gave him little light to orientate himself.But even without her he knew the way back to the Capsule Corporation - his unwavering sense of direction was an innate ability, a gift of the Saiyajins that was particularly pronounced in him.


He reached the research station within three and a half hours. 205 minutes more than planned. He could forget his training plan for tonight. After delivering the sleeping Bulma to her parents, he took another long shower and went to bed. But somehow he couldn't shake the feeling that her scent still clung to him ....




13. The survey


Bulma looked at the boot in front of her nose with bad eyes. She put on a special mask that enabled her to examine the material of the footwear more closely. She was holding one of her latest achievements in her hands. It was the boot that belonged to the new combat suit that was still being worked on. Within a few days, she had succeeded in creating footwear that was even superior to the older combat shoes from the Ginyu task force in terms of elasticity.Vegeta had given her all of his combat suit. She still had to smile a little at the conversation.




"Vegeta, can I have your old battle suit?"


"What do you want with it? But not put that thing back in?"


"That thing is called a washing machine! No, I don't want to - although it is urgently needed!"


"What is that supposed to mean again?"


"That means the part smells?"


"Muffy?"


"Yes, and quite a lot! But that's why I don't need it. I have decided to develop a new suit and I think your old one would be a very good template for that!"


"I need my suit to train!"


"What nonsense, you can train without your stupid suit! And now hurry up! I don't have the whole day, so give it up!"




Only very reluctantly did he give her his 'splendid specimen of combat suit'.For the first few days, he stopped by her laboratory almost every two hours to see if his 'good piece' was still alive. But when he examined the first parts of the new creation, he left satisfied.


The new shoe was resistant up to a temperature of 3547 ° C, had enormous elasticity and was so stable that even the most pointed and sharpest objects could not harm it. With these things you could even walk over hot lava without getting anywhere near warm feet.


"Perfect!" She praised herself as she pushed her showpiece aside, extremely satisfied. Smiling, she put the special mask back in its place and went to the table on which lay yards of the material from which the suit was to be made. It had actually taken several weeks to synthesize this particular substance. Even now the chemical process turned out to be quite difficult and time-consuming.But it was worth it.


"Maruko, could you get Vegeta please? We still need his measurements so that the suit fits perfectly!" She glanced at the old suit, but it was so worn out that it only deserved the name 'rag' .


"Maruko! Are you dreaming or what?" But the research assistant just looked at her as if she were an alien.


"Hey! What's wrong? Do I have a pimple or what?"


"I ... I ... should w ... w ... really go to this devil-possessed guy and disturb him while he is training?"


"Don't worry, he won't hurt you. Just tell him that I sent you." Annoyed, she turned away.


'Vegeta has lived here for several months now. Slowly but surely they should have understood that he is only barking loudly and not biting! '


She took the new material between her fingers, examining it again. The latest technology and the best quality materials have been used to synthesize the unique fabric.Should the project succeed, which she had no doubts about, she would also design new suits for the fighters of the Z troop. She would probably make additional suits on top of that ... she knew the clumsiness and forgetfulness of some of her friends. But first of all, she would take care of Vegeta's suit.


And as she could already hear from afar, the said came in awe too. She was a little puzzled when she saw that Vegeta was dragging her colleague Maruko behind her by the collar.


"This guy dared to disturb me! You should tell your people that these pipes shouldn't even think of interrupting me in my training!" He yelled.


She looked calmly at Maruko, who had probably already died ten times in his mind, while Vegeta pulled him behind him as if he were just a small sausage. She points with her finger at the employee who is suffering.

"Let go of him, Vegeta! I told him to get you. I need your presence for a moment!" She turned away from the scenario and went to her computer to activate a program. Bulma didn't have to worry about Maruko, Vegeta would let go of him again. After all, he was just a little messenger. Suddenly she heard a plop behind her, a little "ouch" and then grinding noises. Viewed from that angle, she saw the employee crawling under his table.


"Couldn't that have waited until later?" He asked grimly.


"That would only have cost me more time, and as we all know, we don't have that much of it." She conjured a tape measure out of her lab coat.


"It doesn't take long either. I just need your measurements so that the suit fits perfectly." Bulma looked up at him and watched the angry look disappear. She knew that the thought that someone would create something special just for him, soothed his quick temper.

"My old suit fit perfectly. Why don't you take these measurements?"


Bulma's gaze inevitably fell on the 'rag' again.


"I could imagine that he was sitting perfectly - six months ago!"


She looked closely at the elite fighter. Since she had confiscated his old suit for research purposes, he only trained in the blue shorts she had got him instead. It gave her a revealing look at his sweat-covered body. Vegeta had gained a lot of muscle mass. To convince herself of this change, she stepped up to him and placed her hand on his hardened upper arm muscles.


"But I'm pretty sure that the measurements shouldn't be so up-to-date anymore ...", she expressed herself with a conscious understatement.


Vegeta looked down at himself as if he had actually not noticed this change.


'Body mass is also not relevant for warriors, and says absolutely nothing