about combat strength.Vegeta is not interested in looks during his training, only in what comes out afterwards. And you could definitely not tell from the muscle mass ... '


"The Ginyu combat suits adapted to every body shape. It didn't matter how you were built!"


'Was he trying to point out to her that the giny things were better than hers without even looking at them?'


"Just for your information, the Capsule Corporation suits will be even more flexible, heat-resistant and, most importantly, less sensitive to pressure than their predecessors. And although they are so adaptable in shape and form, it is still an advantage if the suit is yours I can imagine that the researchers at Ginyu Command insisted on getting the exact measurements from you, right? "


Vegeta seemed to think for a moment.


"Also true."


"Maruko?"Your colleague thought the situation was safe and crawled out of his hiding place. Bulma tossed him her measuring tape, which he could only grasp with helplessly waving arms. Vegeta rolled her eyes annoyed. She went to her main computer and looked after the employee around.


“You call me and I will enter the data.” Ready to go, she saw on the monitor and waited for the first numbers.


"Come on! Do you think I've got forever?", Vegeta thundered.


Bulma looked around and saw a frozen Maruko. He had sweat on his forehead, and trembling, he held the measuring tape in his hands.


"Oh dear, it will never be like that!", She muttered.


“What a coward!” Vegeta crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm waiting !"


Bulma decided to free Maruko, paralyzed with fear. She took the tape measure from his hands and gently pushed him towards the computer.


"Let's switch roles! I'll measure Vegeta and you will enter data.Okay ?"


The employee nodded, visibly relieved. Bulma grabbed a towel lying around and tossed it at Vegeta. He caught it and looked at her questioningly.


"For wiping off the sweat. Or did you actually think I was touching you like that? That's disgusting!"


She saw how he couldn't help but laugh.


"It's the labors of a man who trains hard!"


"What do you train? How much fluids can you lose a day without drowning?"


She got herself a small stool and stood on it to measure its size. Then the neck ...


"Wow, somehow reminds me of my mom and pop from the southern capital. It weighs 300 kilos after all ..."


The upper arm followed, the arm length ...


"Could you please stretch out your arm? ... Thank you! These are ..."


She did not feel the admiring looks of the employees.


Then the shoulder ...

"Now if you could please raise both arms ..." She felt nothing bad about being so close to Vegeta. But when measuring his chest, her thoughts no longer seemed to want to obey. Bulma had to reach around him to get correct data. Inevitably she had been forced to briefly 'hug' him. She prayed fervently not to blush.


She continued, relieved.


"Waist ... there are ..."


She already dreaded the thought of what was about to happen now.


"Hip ..." Again she reached around him and again she had to pull herself together enormously not to run away screaming.


'I am an emancipated, flexible, intelligent, open-minded woman who does not allow anyone to interfere with her. 'She tried to touch him as little as possible, but that she briefly brushed his well-toned bottom was inevitable.


'Bulma, pull yourself together, what else should the employees think of them!'

But she still had the worst ahead of her!


"Leg length, that's ..." Bulma had to kneel, put the tape measure sideways at the hip and pulled it down to the ankle.


"Thigh width ..."


'Bulma, you can do it!'


She prayed to God that her heart wouldn't pop out right away.


"Please take a lunge ..." She tried to sound casual, as if it were a given, something perfectly normal. Vegeta put one foot in front of her while kneeling in front of him wound up the tape measure.


With all her courage, she put the tape measure at the crotch. Her intention to get the action over with as quickly as possible was disrupted by a warning-sounding throat clearing from Vegeta. She looked up at him briefly.


'Was that bead of sweat on his forehead?'


Suddenly she realized that he was at least as uncomfortable with the situation as she was.Vegeta was an elite warrior, but nonetheless he was a man with normal needs. Bulma quickly read off the number and first brought a distance of three meters between them. She checked the monitor to make sure nothing was forgotten.


Without turning her head, she called to Vegeta that he could go again, that his mission for the day had been completed.


She couldn't meet his eyes. And she was pretty glad not to have to, too.




14. Visiting Granny


“And you can't imagine what the guy said to me then!” Bulma hurriedly swallowed the last piece of bread roll.


"He puffed up in front of me like he was King Kong and said: Bring the coal or fuck you off, honey! That's what he said to me, Bulma Briefs!


What was this Fatzke imagining! "She gasped in horror.


"Didn't the police do anything?After all, I mean, the bank was robbed ... the nice amount of money. "said her mother with her mouth full. Bulma fell inconsolable from the chair.


"Mother, your daughter was robbed in broad daylight in a bank and you worry about the money?"


"Get yourself a little one again. Things like that happen again and again. People just wanted the money, believe me, darling ..."


"I would have loved to see you when someone puts a gun to your skull and threatens to shoot you if you don't pull out the clay right away!"


"I would be interested in what you did to get out of there again." Unlike her mother, her father listened carefully. He even forgot his carrot casserole that was in front of him. (But he also listened to Muten Roshi during the umpteenth repetition of his stories from the past ...)


"Well, I suppose. She used the best weapon she had." Bulma looked questioningly at Vegeta, who was filling up some more ... from pretty much everything that was there on the table.

"She just chatted him to death. He must have given up after three minutes and ran out screaming to voluntarily face the police!" While her father tipped off the chair, giggling, and her mother laughed and held her sides, kicked Bulma bravely against Vegeta's shin under the table. The Saiyajin choked on a chicken leg, so she took the chance to give him a good pat on the back.


He quickly poured himself some more lemonade and then emptied it in one go. After his face returned to normal color, he turned to her.


"What kind of pathetic attempted murder was that supposed to be?"


"If she wanted to kill you, she would have chatted you to death ..."


"Oh mother, how can you!"


"No, honestly, if you would train a little more, you could easily become the new secret weapon in the fight against the cyborgs.", Vegeta smirked.

"Grrr." Half-heartedly, she poked her elbow into his ribs. "Really very funny, I'll laugh myself to death!"


After her father had calmed down and calmed down somewhat - and after she had also made sure that Vegeta was busy with his dinner for the next few minutes - she continued.


"I waited until the police had stormed the building, then I pulled my handbag over the bastard's head, rammed my new pumps into the 'golden mean' ..."


She couldn't help grinning when she saw Vegeta and her father flinch.


"... and then I told him that he was a crazy, brain-amputated and insane lunatic, because he wanted to attack a defenseless young woman and that completely hammered idiots like him for ever and ever ...."


"So she chatted him to death after all.", Vegeta said dryly and got an affirmative nod from her father.

"Say am I crazy or what? I was attacked! A defenseless young woman like me was attacked and your only worry is whether the brutal, violent and rude guy survived my sermon !?"


"You and defenseless? Of course, and I'm still playing in the sandpit ..."


Bulma actually described herself as helpless, although she tried every day anew to give orders to one of the strongest men in the world.


“Oh you!” Before he knew it, he got a bun thrown on the head. But he reacted very quickly and caught it. She looked at him puzzled.


"Damn."


"Honey, you're dealing with a Saiyan. I think you tend to forget that far too often!"


"And you hold it under your nose far too often!" She countered coquettishly.




"But children, don't you know that you shouldn't start an argument on such a beautiful evening?"


Vegeta's gaze wandered to the door, where the unknown voice originated.He raised his eyebrows questioningly, while Bulma suddenly jumped up and hugged this person. The professor and his wife also seemed delighted with this visit.


"Oh Granny! What a surprise!"


'Granny? Was that supposed to be Bulma's grandmother? '


But he couldn't make out any resemblance between her and Bulma. On the contrary, they could hardly be more different. The 'Granny' was at least two heads shorter, but weighed maybe twice as much as he was. He was about to put her in the 'senile old box, completely uninteresting' category, but when he looked her in the eye, he dismissed that thought. It wasn't that tired, carefree look that he expected. Rather, it was two gray eyes that gave an extremely alert impression, as if nothing was missing from them. People with eyes like that made him sit up and take notice. His knowledge of human nature