At the same moment Yamcha jumped up and wanted to thwart the two of them. However, he did not get far because he was held by Piccolo and Son Goku.


"What's that supposed to be ?! Let go of me!"


"Calm down again!" said Son Goku. "You can't change it. -I'm sorry if I say this so roughly ... but you had your chance ..."


Yamcha freed himself and dropped into a chair. “It's over ... forever, yes?” Son Goku put his hand on Yamcha’s shoulder. "Hey! You must have a lot of admirers! ..."




Vegeta broke free from Bulma's "claws". He was still totally foggy. Slowly it dawned on him what had just happened. He looked at Bulma, who blushed slightly but smiled.


Vegeta wanted to give an angry scream and lay everything to rubble and ashes, but he couldn't. Something was stopping him. He just growled and made an expression, nastier than yes!He left the bar in silence and flew away. He left Bulma behind, who looked after him, confused.




"Bulma!" many voices called in a row. And before she knew it, Bulma was surrounded by the guests and bombed with questions like "What got into you?" or "Did you want to commit suicide?" Etc...


Bulma didn't answer. She struggled through the guests and looked at the door.


"Follow him!" said a deep voice. Bulma looked up at Son Goku. "Come on!"


"But ... where should I go? I don't even know where he went ..."


"He can't be far. Besides, he can't go to anyone ... I think he took the route home."


Bulma stood in silence for a while.


"Do you want to put down roots here ?!" asked Son Goku and pushed it slightly forward so that it finally started.


"Do you really think I should run after Vegeta?" asked Bulma, bowing her head.

"Do you expect him to fall on his knees in front of you and pull a ring out of his pocket ?! I tell you, he definitely won't come by himself!"


That was probably right, because shortly afterwards Bulma also left the restaurant and drove off with her car. But she didn't even know where to go ...




"Can someone tell me what was going on ?!" asked Kuririn.


"Son Goku! Out with it! What is being played here !?"


"What do you think?" Son Goku asked innocently.


"Well, the thing with Bulma and Vegeta!"


"Um, well ..." Son Goku was at a loss and looked at Piccolo, hoping that he could help him out of these questions. Unfortunately he just shrugged his shoulders.


"I have no idea, but it looks like ... Bulma and Vegeta are well on their way to becoming a couple."


-Silence-


"Hey, what's wrong with you !? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Tenchinhan swallowed. "We're serious. Son Goku, tell us the truth ..." Apparently it seemed impossible to the guests that Vegeta and Bulma would come together. The very idea of ​​Vegeta with a woman was absurd. But what just happened on the dance floor was probably the best proof that Son Goku was not joking ... And when he clarified some questions, a loud "Hajji!" Followed.


-Lunch, who was now blonde, looked around grimly. Everyone feared the worst and took cover when she stomped on the dance floor (with Tenchinhan in tow) and shouted: "What kind of a lame shop is this !? Go on! Start the music!" With the words, colored light shone and a disco ball appeared. The band played quite wild music and everyone wondered what time it would come from.


Lunch raised a hand and spread his index finger, and it was clear to everyone what this meant ...


"Nightfever, Nightfever ..."



Meanwhile, Bulma is looking for Vegeta ... Will she find him? Be curious when it says "Vegeta learns to dance" or better said: "Son Goku, the matchmaker * g *" ...