"Look at them!" Kuririn called and pointed to Bulma and Vegeta, who were walking next to each other. "You could almost think they were a couple!"


Son Goku spat out his red wine when he heard this. Everyone looked at him in amazement.


"Look at what you've done!" Chi-chi shouted angrily, pointing to the stain on her dress.


"I bought the dress especially for your birthday and you're going to ruin it!"


"Sorry, no intention ..." said Son Goku, slightly ashamed. Chi-chi immediately ran to the ladies' room.


"Tell me, Son Goku, are you hiding something from us?" asked Tenchinhan. Son Goku coughed something.


"How did you get it?


"Only like that..."


In the next moment 'our' couple came and sat back at the table.


"Did you miss us?" asked Bulma.


"But always!" replied Yamcha with a grin.






Son Goku looked at Bulma, then at Vegeta, who was pouring himself something to drink.

"Phew ... that was close ..." he thought. "If they find out what I know, they will definitely do Ramba-Zamba and that could affect the future!"


"What are you glaring at me, Kakarott ?!" asked Vegeta.


"Uh ... just like that!"


"Are you kidding me, aren't you?"


"How do you get that? I didn't do anything" Vegeta looked sharply at Son Goku. "Hmph ... well then!"


Suddenly Son Goku was torn from his thoughts by a sideways hiccup. -Piccolo!


"Tell me, Vegeta, where did you leave Trunks?" Son Goku jumped up and waved his hands wildly to stop Piccolo. Vegeta, on the other hand, just looked blank. "Huh, what are you talking about?"


"Don't listen to him, Vegeta! It's big! - Tell me, Piccolo, who is Trunks? You clearly drank too much!"


"Well Trunks, you know, the son of ..." But before he could finish the sentence, Son Goku covered his mouth.


Vegeta must have found the whole thing quite amusing."You are maybe two nuts ..."




"Bravo, Son Goku!" suddenly said an annoyed voice. It was Chi-chi who had come back. "I don't know how I'll ever get this stain out!"


"I am really sorry!" tried to keep Son Goku Chi-chi calm. "If you forgive me, I'll do whatever you want!" he pleaded.


"Really everything?" Chi-chi asked with a mean smile. Son Goku nodded.


"well, I'll think of something nice!"


Vegeta, who was listening to the conversation, wondered why Son Goku put up with (almost) everything from his wife. "What a wimp! - He's a henpecked hero! And he's supposed to be a real Sayajin? That I don't laugh!" he thought to himself and continued to watch how the evening went.




Suddenly the little band was playing a waltz in the background and Chi-chi was already longing for revenge for her dress. "Son Goku!" she exclaimed excitedly. "When we got married, we didn't have a wedding waltz!- You promised me that we would make up for him! "


"Wait a minute, Chi-chi! I'm miserable at dancing, I can't do it without embarrassing myself!"


"Oh what! You can do that! -You also have to make up for something, remember?"


Son Goku had no choice and let his wife drag him onto the dance floor.


A short time later, Chi-chi went back to the guests, totally frustrated, who were already holding their bellies with laughter.


"Well, that was a shot in the oven, wasn't it?" noted Muten Roshi with a grin. Pouting, Chi-chi sat down in her seat and crossed her arms.


"How should I know that Son Goku has two left feet ?!"


"Well, you are married to him ..."


Vegeta couldn't suppress his grin and looked at Bulma to see what she thought of it. She just winked, pulled his head towards her and whispered in his ear: "Just so you know, usually the man asks the woman for a dance!"

That made Vegeta a little more nervous. "What do you think?" he whispered back. "Shall we now?"


"You have to decide for yourself."


Vegeta was at a loss. Was this the right time to dance? Or should he still wait?