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Vegeta's guilt eased day by day. He helped Bulma run for 6-7 weeks, he had already picked her up and carried her around more often than it was possible for Yamcha. The only difference, Vegeta got a clear conscience, Yamcha was after a hot act of love. For Vegeta it had become normal everyday life to help Bulma, he cleared his conscience that bothered him during training. It was evening again. Bulma was already in bed, in her own, as her thoughts tormented her almost every evening. Not a day went by that she didn't think about Vegeta for a long time. “He has changed so dramatically!” True, life on earth, the life with Bulma had completely changed the prince's habits and character. Proud, cruelly tyrannical, this is how the handsome prince began his life in the western capital. He was not used to this kind of peaceful, helpful life, he commanded, bullied and threatened wherever he could.But what had happened to him? What had happened that changed him so concretely? the 19 months in which he had already lived with Bulma had made him more helpful, more friendly, more adjusted and more withdrawn. At that time he threatened her, now he was carrying her to breakfast, she didn't know the reason, but would have liked to know. She wanted to understand him, this prince who was so close to her but so unreachable for her. Even if he didn't talk much and often withdrew to be alone, his friendliness couldn't be overlooked, because he helped the seriously injured Bulma wherever he could. In addition, he had adapted to the way of life of the Earthlings, as he called them. The closed Saiya-Jin had become very important in Bulma's life, he was an important part of her heart. Because of his open, unapproachable and yet so versatile nature, he had become extremely interesting for Bulma. She really appreciated this change, of course she hadn't missed his good looks, but she didn't play first fiddle.Every day she felt his warm, soft skin and the steely muscles, she loved being in his arms. But that bothered her. She didn't know anything about the closed Saiya-Jin, so his closeness got a touch of normality for her, but it should always be something special. She snuggled into her pink blanket, she was long gone over Yamcha, but now she was tormented by new pain. Vegeta's willingness to help had touched Bulma so much that she began to develop feelings for him, not only that she didn't know Vegeta, no, she also didn't know whether he felt the same for her, that depressed her very much. At some point she was so tired that she just fell asleep. There wasn't time to sleep for Vegeta. Since he spent a lot of time standing by Bulma, he had to spread his training over the day or train at night. As always, he raged through the G.R. . He was plagued by the same thoughts as Bulma, his training had been bad.He was constantly plagued by feelings of guilt, he was determined to do something about it, because nothing should harm his training. In the beginning it helped, the more often he held this beautiful, friendly, helpless creature that was dependent on him in his arms, the more quickly he failed in training. His thoughts and his will were split in two. He couldn't stand it when she wasn't around, he couldn't look into her beautiful eyes, which kept stopping in his thoughts. Also, he then asked himself, "What is she doing? Is she okay? Does she need me?" He actually began to feel like worry about her. He had to keep thinking about how often she had looked after him, she had to worry too, he knew that. She was the only human being that meant something to him, he had respect for her. He had been so cruel to her, he admired how she could still care for him. He was sure "She is the only creature who feels more than hate for me!"Vegeta only admired strong beings like his father, but how someone so tender, beautiful and friendly could bring something up for such a cruel warrior, was incomprehensible to him, incomprehensible but admirable.