A / N: Broad mass, I'm coming! Here is also a Bulma / Vegeta story from me! ;)




Female intuition




Bulma was lost in her crossword puzzle, like every morning she tried to create a complete page, actually that wouldn't be a problem, but with a smacking monster like Vegeta nearby it was difficult to get a single clear thought.




She played with the ballpoint pen in her hand and only noticed after several minutes that this soft cracking was the only sound in the room this morning. "Nani?" she lowered her notebook and looked at the square opposite.




The usual sight of a Saiya-Jin, who was shoveling everything into himself, did not offer her ... instead Vegeta sat and chewed kami knows how long on a piece of bread. His eyes seemed to be looking right through the table as if he weren't really there at all.




"Vegeta?" she asked carefully.No reaction. "Vegeta?" this time with a stronger voice. `He will say something in a moment! Onna, please let me eat in peace! I know that is feminine intuition




He looked up at her and his black pupils had her right in their sights, but he said nothing, he just stared through her. Bulma turned pale when she looked at him like that. From one day to the next Vegeta had changed, she still didn't know exactly what it was, but she knew it was there `female intuition`




Before she could reply, he got up and left. Not a snappy comment. No grumbling. Just steps and then he was gone.




`Sure, he'll just want to train a little. I know, feminine intuition, she thought to herself. Shortly afterwards she heard the unmistakable clanking that had so often disturbed her during the afternoon nap, `I said it. Female intuition '




After only a few minutes it was quiet again."Nani?" she wondered, walking down the stairs on tiptoe. 'Why am I sneaking? `The door to the GR was wide open, she peeked carefully into it. Empty. 'Where is he? `




She found him outside. He sat in silence on a little hill and looked down at the woods. The strong green of the trees had given way to the golden colors of autumn, now many different hues dominated instead of the one, the true ... the only one: green.




Bulma sat down next to him. She wanted to ask him what was wrong with him, he didn't look good, he had only trained for a few minutes and was still drenched in sweat. She looked down at his arms, his hands, they weren't clenched. Ever since Bulma had known Vegeta, he had always clenched his fists, even when he slept. 'What's going on, Vegeta? Do not you want to tell me? `




He was silent. When she had already given up hope, when she too began to let her gaze wander over the woods, only then did Vegeta turn to her.



He did not say anything. He just looked at her, straight into her eyes. She returned his gaze and had a long time to study him carefully. It was no longer the ice-cold look, no longer the sparkling black eyes that sent shivers down her spine. * This look was different ... * Only when he turned away again did she understand. She understood the truth and she knew she had to do something.




The seven balls rose into the air and disappeared in all directions. Bulma rose slowly from the floor and went home, she was cold.




When she got home, she went to bed immediately. She stared at the ceiling. * His look was so different * ... it was the look of someone who had given up. Had given up. A toothless tiger, a prince who had lost his pride, his fighting spirit. She didn't know why or why and if she had asked, he wouldn't have answered her, Bulma just knew that she had to do something.Vegeta was unhappy, unhappy as he had never been and she would help him.




"I wish that Vegeta can be happy again," she repeated in a sad voice.




Bulma rolled onto her side and looked at the door, `` He's going to come through the door in a moment. I know that is feminine intuition! `




But he didn't come.




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