Have fun reading my first fanfic.


This is the first part, the second will follow soon! I would appreciate your comments! Bye Rayan




Bulma and Vegeta


“Damn it! Doll!” The scream echoed through the whole C.C. up to the meant woman who doggedly tried to complete her work. Bulma completely ignored the scream. “Bulma darling!” The door to the room was opened and Mrs. Briefs came in, who immediately looked over Bulma's shoulder. "Bulma. Honey, Vegetalein called you." "Ts! So what ?! I have better things to do than all the time building or repairing machines ..." While Bulma continued to talk, a sudden gust of wind closed through the window came, the door noisily. Mrs. Briefs and Bulma both winced. Bulma sighed and hung her head.


"Now I thought it was Vegeta!" At that moment the door jerked open again. In the doorway stood a panting Vegeta."Hey doll! Didn't hear me or what?" "I heard you very well." "Ahja! And why don't you move your fat bum then?" Now Bulma stood up, red in the face. She walked up to Vegeta with sure steps and positioned herself right in front of him. She looked straight into his eyes. "Watch what you say, you would-be prince! I can put you in front of the door whenever I want and then you look stupid out of your laundry!" "Ha! YOU want to put ME in front of the door? That I don't laugh !!! Me can the entire population of the world level the ground in less than five minutes and you want to kick me out? A Sayajin prince of noble blood ?! That's a good joke! "Vegeta laughed out loud. Bulma raised her hand to strike. “You lousy pig!” At the right moment, the Sayajin let his hand snap out and grabbed Bulma's hand. He bent this back painfully. There was a crack in the joint. "Don't you dare to touch me, earth woman! Otherwise it could be that I get really angry.!"Vegeta let go of the hand again. Tears came to Bulma's eyes." I do hope that you will fix the machines again and make me something decent to eat!


Man, Earthlings are weaklings! "The prince went away. Bulma slumped to the ground while Mrs. Briefs hurried over. The hand hurt terribly! Bulma would have liked to kick this snob in the ass.


"It's always the same with him! He'll never change!" Bulma got up and led her mother into the kitchen. Mrs. Briefs looked at her daughter. "Do you want to make him something to eat now?" "I don't even think about it! Why should I? Because he almost broke my hand? Or because I'm afraid of him? No! I will definitely not do him the favor! He can bite his butt! "Her mother smiled. "Then let's do something for your hard-working father. He's been sitting in front of some strange machine all day." "Is good. "They both set about making something to eat, which they brought to Dr. Briefs shortly afterwards.


This really crouched in front of an indefinable machine. Bulma knelt beside him. "Hey Dad! What are you building there?" "This will be the TopC-35! An improved household helper robot! It will specialize in cooking!"


Then you don't have to struggle so hard anymore! "" As if that were great work !! You eat so much too! "


Dr. Briefs grinned at Bulma. "I'm not building it because of my cravings, but because of the Vegeta!" Bulma groaned at the name. Her hand was still throbbing, but the pain had subsided a little. "Apropo Vegeta: He destroyed all the machines again!" "As if that were something new!" Briefs just laughing. Suddenly Bulma was overcome with leaden tiredness. “I think I have to lie down a bit!” “Go on daughter! Go on!” Bulma walked down the hall to her room. Once there, she threw herself on the bed and fell asleep immediately.

"Hey doll !!! We don't sleep here !!" Vegeta woke Bulma roughly by shaking her back and forth like a pillow. "Oh Vegeta! Does that have to be?" "You can answer the question yourself!"


he stopped shaking her and let her fall back into bed! "Can't you make anything to eat yourself?" "No! After all, it's your responsibility!" "Vegeta! You're caustic!" "Thank you very much! Can you make me something to eat now?" Bulma wanted to give a sarcastic answer , as .......


“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Bulma perked up. "Mother ?!" Bulma's legs were quickly set in motion and transported them to Bulma's completely distraught mother. This stood in front of the TopC-35. And next to it lay an unconscious Dr. Briefs. "Oh dear! Paps?" Bulma knelt down and felt for her father's pulse. "He's still alive! Maybe we should take him to the hospital!" Mrs. Briefs just nodded. "Then let's go!" Bulma tried to lift her father up, but only managed to do it when Mrs.Tackled the letters myself. Together they dragged the unconscious man to the plane, which Bulma quickly made to appear from a Hoipoi capsule. They put the man on the back seat. Bulma got behind the wheel and Mrs. Briefs sat next to her husband.


The plane rose rapidly and left behind a perplexed Vegeta, who was standing at the house and at the moment did not know what to do with himself. It wasn't long before he composed himself and went back into the house with a shrug. Hoping to find something nutritious in the fridge. After he found something, he went to his room and sat down on the sofa there. He turned on the television and watched, completely disinterested. A short time later he was overwhelmed by sleep.


"Everything is fine! Just a small fit of weakness! But as a precaution we keep him here overnight. By the way, it is urgently recommended to rest! The weakness testifies to too much work and too little rest!"