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After a few minutes they broke up. Vegeta looked at Bulma questioningly and stammered "Um, I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me, I'm really sorry!" He apologized, although, if he was honest, he wasn't sorry at all. He knew he would do it again anytime. "I ... um ... I'll go again then." he said and pointed to the door. Then he backed out the door, still unable to take his eyes off Bulma as he closed the door. Vegeta went straight a few doors further into his room, closed the door and leaned against it. He put his hand over his eyes.His pulse was racing. What was it that got into him? Why the hell did he kiss her? There had been this feeling ... It had come over him all of a sudden, and he had lost control of his mind and his body. Just why? After a few minutes his heartbeat settled down and Vegeta was breathing normally again. After he had made up his mind, he first made his way to the kitchen to have a small snack (the 6th of the day). He had just finished off the leftovers from lunch and the rest of the dessert when Bulma entered the kitchen. She was now wearing a black, knee-length dress, and had a white wool sweater over her shoulders and made up. Vegeta looked up as she also went to the fridge, got out a yogurt, closed the fridge door (logically) and then leaned against it. Involuntarily a lump formed in his throat. She gave Vegeta an uncertain smile before turning to her yogurt.Vegeta couldn't take her eyes off Bulma the whole time, because she just looked great. His appetite had miraculously gone, maybe it was because instead of concentrating on food, he was only concentrating on Bulma. She pretended nothing had happened. But there was something wrong ... Why was Bulma dressing up so fancy? Definitely not for him, but then for whom? He swallowed the rest of the pasta with tomato sauce and asked Bulma: "Um, Bulma?" She turned around in amazement. Did he stay with "Bulma" after all, and had he actually deviated from "Woman"? Maybe her sermon that morning had been of some use after all ?! "Yes?" she asked tensely and looked at him. "Um ... where are you going?" he finally asked curiously, but tried to sound as disinterested as he could. He would have loved to ask "WHO are you going out with?", Because it was obvious that she was going out, right? For Vegeta anyway, because he had such an acumen .... * g *.Bulma grinned and answered as if she could read his mind: "I'm going to the pizzeria with Yamcha, because he wanted to tell me something important. Vegeta, can you keep something to yourself?" Vegeta looked at her puzzled. "Um ... Yeah ?!" he replied with a bad premonition. Bulma winked mischievously at him. "Good, because what I'm going to tell you right now, you really can't go on saying it, okay?" "Hm, that's because: I think he is




want to propose to me! Yamcha has been hinting at this all the time lately, and he's been sounding something like this on the phone ... well ... mysterious. And what do you say? "She looked at him expectantly. Vegeta's throat suddenly went very dry. Bulma?" His "Bulma wanted to marry Yamcha?" Take it easy, Vegeta! he tried to be (un) calm. For Vegeta, the preliminary stage of marriage meant the preliminary stage of death: the vegetative state.(well, it doesn't have to be true) Finally, he forced himself to answer. "Um * cough * (does he actually say something other than" um "?!", yes. Congratulations. I'm happy for you! "" But not for me! " Hm, well, thank you. That doesn't sound like you ... "" Do you already know if you will accept the "marriage proposal"? "He cut her off. Bulma looked even more desperate and insecure than "Vegeta, I ..." she started, but he interrupted her again. "It's okay. I see." he replied and put on an artificial smile that Bulma secretly loved. "Oh, God! I'm like that excited ... What if he doesn't ask me in the end? I probably look terrible! "She looked at Vegeta uncertainly. He looked into her eyes for a moment, then he walked up to Bulma and pushed her out of her Kitchen out the door. What he said now hurt his heart, but somehow he didn't care, as long as Bulma was happy ... "So, you're fine now one more thought about it.He'll ask you. Just stay cool. No matter what he says. "He handed her her coat. But what he said then, he was really serious:" Come on, don't be so nervous! you look just great! "He forced himself to smile again. Bulma had slipped into her coat and looked at Vegeta thankfully. But this look almost tore his heart and he swallowed. Bulma hesitated briefly, then walked up to Vegeta and hugged him. For minutes." They stood there: Her cheek touched his, she had wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck and pulled him very close to her. It didn't matter whether Yamcha was waiting in the pizzeria or not. Vegeta's hands were gently on her hips and released Bulma got a tingling sensation. They both couldn't pull themselves together anymore. "Damn, what's wrong with me?" She thought. "I have a steady relationship, then why do I enjoy being held by Vegeta in my arms so much?" ? 'Finally she pulled away from Vegeta, and the door had already opened a crack.Then she turned to Vegeta once more, pulled him close again and gave him a quick kiss. Then she finally disappeared behind the door, which closed 2 seconds later. Vegeta went to the window and watched her go. In the meantime it had started to rain. He saw, through the rain and mist, how Bulma ran to her car, which drove away shortly afterwards. Vegeta stood at the window for a while and looked at the place where Bulma had been standing shortly before. He toyed with the idea of ​​flying after her to see how Yamcha did his thing. Involuntarily he imagined himself like Yamcha Bulma




happily in his arms, and he had to pull himself together not to run to the toilet and throw up (sorry). With an empty feeling in his stomach, he finally decided to exercise a little more. He did that too, always seeing Yamchu's head in front of him, who was grinning stupidly at him, with a look: "I have what you don't have, but want!Eh! "At some point in the night, Vegeta decided to go to sleep. He didn't know if Bulma was already home, and he didn't feel the need to look for her weak energy, let alone go into her room and see if she was peaceful in hers If he went to her room and she went to sleep, he would surely wake her up and then he could listen to how wonderful Yamcha had asked her if she wanted to be his wife. And then Bulma Vegeta would be glowing Eyes explain in great detail how happy she was there, and how she blissfully breathed a "Yes, beloved Yamcha" in response. At the thought Vegeta felt the urge to run to the toilet very quickly. Yes Resisting the temptation, he instead lay down in his bed and tried to sleep, but after an hour he finally gave up staring at the ceiling and got up to open the window because a huge heat had built up in the room.Vegeta stood at the window for a while and looked at all the houses around, the garden and the trees. He thought about Bulma the whole time. Why didn't he want her to marry that stupid, stupid Yamcha? He couldn't care less, Vegeta, the Saiyan prince! `Exactly! `he decided; `` I won't care, I really don't care. I don’t have to give a shit !!! After standing there for a while, pondering and inhaling the cold night air, his stomach finally reported with a loud growl. Only then did Vegeta notice that he hadn't eaten much today for his (Saiyajin) standards, and he decided to go into the kitchen and make himself a "small" snack. Because Bulma was right: he could cook, as far as you can call "a dozen toast breads together to make sandwiches" as "cooking" ... And his "tummy" growled again and asked Vegeta to finally go into the kitchen walk.Quenched, done. Vegeta didn't bother to be quiet anywhere. Only when he opened the kitchen door and peered into the kitchen did he pause, because he really hadn't expected what he was seeing now: Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table with her head on her arms and sleeping ... Actually, I wanted to Vegeta let her sleep peacefully, but something in him resisted it. So he walked quietly to her, took her in his (of course) strong arms and carried her up to her room. But whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was amazed when she snuggled up against him. He put her gently on the bed and covered her. Then he straightened up again, made his way into the kitchen and tried hard to suppress the feelings that were rising in him.






When Bulma woke up the next morning, she didn't know where she was at first. But then everything collapsed again like a wave over her.Images rushed past before her eyes, images she didn't want to see. She thought of yesterday evening and saw everything flicker by before her eyes as if in a movie:


She drove to the restaurant full of expectations, Yamcha was sitting at a beautiful table and she greeted him with joyful anticipation. Then they ate and suddenly Yamcha asks if she could remember the "old times" when they traveled around the world with Son Goku to look for the dragon balls and how they met.


And a long conversation began. In the next "scene" it was late evening or early night: you and Yamcha leave the restaurant and take a short stroll in the park. Then they sat down on a bench and Yamcha said, “You, Bulma?” Her heart began to beat faster. "Yes?" Yamcha hesitates and then says: "I really wanted to meet you because I have something important to tell you ..." Say? Doesn't that usually mean asking?Anyway ... "" Um, yeah? " she breathes with joyful anticipation. "Um, Bulma,