Bulma was freshening up in the meantime. She hummed a melody softly. She kept thinking of Vegeta ... A smile spread across her face.


"Why didn't I notice that earlier? -Well ... but how should I tell Vegeta what I feel about him (she gets down to business quickly!)? -He's always so cold. He's just gonna get me look stupid and say he's a prince and I ... I ... nothing more than an earthly person ... "Bulma suddenly became sad. "We can't be together. He's too proud for that ... I should try to accept that. It is what it is."


When Bulma came out of the ladies' room, she didn't go back to the table, but out into the fresh air.


Vegeta looked up when he saw Bulma's face. From a distance he could see that something was wrong with her. As a matter of course he got up and followed her outside.


Bulma leaned against the car door and looked up at the sky. It was a starry night.Bulma didn't notice Vegeta was behind her and lit a cigarette.


Vegeta took a few steps forward and suddenly Bulma turned her head to the side, startled, but she said nothing.


"What's wrong with you?" Vegeta asked after a while.


"What's going on? -It's all right."


"Well then ... I just thought ... you just looked so grumpy."


Bulma smiled a little at the thought: "It is ironic that the man of all people asks me what's going on, who caused the emotional chaos in me ..."


"Are you cold?" Vegeta asked suddenly.


"No."


"Oh, no? You are shivering and you have a lot of goose bumps!"


Bulma only now noticed that she was freezing.


"Shall we go back in?" asked Vegeta. Bulma threw her cigarette on the floor and crushed it.


"Yes, the others are sure to be amazed that we are no longer there ..."