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Fanfic: Was ist Liebe,Bulma?(4)
Chapter: What is love, Bulma? (4)
“Do you want to talk about it?” He simply asked.
She nodded silently. “Come with me.” He walked out of the room and headed for the living room. "Sit down," he said, pointing to the couch. "I think it's easier to talk here than in the laboratory. She nodded again. Vegeta leaned against the wall, her poor crossed over her chest as always, and looked at Bulma. She tried to speak a few times, which was apparently very difficult." . * Something bad must have happened. * He waited until she had calmed down. "It's because of .. because of .. Yamchu .." she finally began. * Oh no .. * thought Vegeta, but he said nothing. " I wanted to surprise him yesterday. So I went to see him. I have a key to his apartment. So I went in. I didn't see him right away so I went looking. Then I went into the bedroom .. and .. and .. there .. "I stopped and tears ran down her face." I see. You don't have to go on talking. "She sobbed. Vegeta didn't know what to do now. He wanted to hug her.But he didn't want to show any feelings. He also had his pride. Nevertheless, he went up to her and brushed the hair from her tearful face. * How gentle he can be * Bulma thought and looked closely into Vegeta's eyes. * Such beautiful eyes .. how cute he looks. * Vegeta also looked into Bulma's eyes. * I've never seen such a clear blue. As if the tears had cleaned her eyes *. Vegeta suddenly saw a completely different person in Bulma. A girl / woman who was offended. A woman to be protected. Their eyes seemed to get caught. Their faces grew closer and closer. And before they thought about it, their lips touched. At first tentatively, then more passionately. *What kind of a feeling is this. It is like warmth from within. * thought Vegeta. * Is that what Earthlings call love? * But that can't be. I do not fall in love. He broke away from Bulma and walked out of the room. * Why? *he thought. * what a weakling I've become. And the worst part is that I liked it.I think I'd better stay away from her.
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That's the end of part 4. Don't panic. I'll write the next one right away!
She nodded silently. “Come with me.” He walked out of the room and headed for the living room. "Sit down," he said, pointing to the couch. "I think it's easier to talk here than in the laboratory. She nodded again. Vegeta leaned against the wall, her poor crossed over her chest as always, and looked at Bulma. She tried to speak a few times, which was apparently very difficult." . * Something bad must have happened. * He waited until she had calmed down. "It's because of .. because of .. Yamchu .." she finally began. * Oh no .. * thought Vegeta, but he said nothing. " I wanted to surprise him yesterday. So I went to see him. I have a key to his apartment. So I went in. I didn't see him right away so I went looking. Then I went into the bedroom .. and .. and .. there .. "I stopped and tears ran down her face." I see. You don't have to go on talking. "She sobbed. Vegeta didn't know what to do now. He wanted to hug her.But he didn't want to show any feelings. He also had his pride. Nevertheless, he went up to her and brushed the hair from her tearful face. * How gentle he can be * Bulma thought and looked closely into Vegeta's eyes. * Such beautiful eyes .. how cute he looks. * Vegeta also looked into Bulma's eyes. * I've never seen such a clear blue. As if the tears had cleaned her eyes *. Vegeta suddenly saw a completely different person in Bulma. A girl / woman who was offended. A woman to be protected. Their eyes seemed to get caught. Their faces grew closer and closer. And before they thought about it, their lips touched. At first tentatively, then more passionately. *What kind of a feeling is this. It is like warmth from within. * thought Vegeta. * Is that what Earthlings call love? * But that can't be. I do not fall in love. He broke away from Bulma and walked out of the room. * Why? *he thought. * what a weakling I've become. And the worst part is that I liked it.I think I'd better stay away from her.
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That's the end of part 4. Don't panic. I'll write the next one right away!