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Fanfic: Bulma und Vegeta
have the material ?!"
Vegeta: "Sure! What about you? Do you have the money with you?"
Type: "yeah ... well before the cop shows up here ... don't feel like going to jail again because of you"
Vegeta: "shut up! I already told you that it wasn't my fault! I can't help it if you are so stupid and you carry fabric around freely!"
Guy: "Here's the money! Same time next month!"
And with that he left.
Vegeta went the other way as if nothing had happened. Bulma was finally able to get out of her uncomfortable hiding place. She didn't want to admit what she had just heard. So the rumors were true after all!
So then he really did and dealt with drugs. She didn't want to know what the poor girl must have been through that he should have molested! She laboriously climbed out of the bush. Just as she was about to go home, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around and looked into the eyes of a visibly angry Vegeta. "What you saw!?" he asked her sharply. "I saw how you dealed! So everything they hear about you is true!" she was afraid of the looks of Vegeta, because now she knew what he was capable of ...
“You won't tell anyone about it, Bulma, or your pretty face will soon have a few scars!” He had never looked at her so angrily."You will keep that to yourself, did we get along ?!"
he repeated. "yyyyyy ... yes ..." she finally stuttered.
she wondered how she could only ask such an insignificant question at such a moment. "Well, then everything is clear!" hissed he dropped his hand and left.
When she got home she wasn't hungry, of course, but still ate something because her mother shouldn't suspect anything. After dinner she first took a shower. She was too excited to do her homework right now. As she undressed in the shower, she noticed that Vegeta's ring, which he always wore, had got caught in her knitted tank top. she wondered. Well Vegta obviously hadn't noticed.She decided to be at school again tomorrow an hour before class started. Then she would give him the ring back. After showering, she continued to do her homework. she got up to call Chi-Chi. She wanted to go to the swimming pool and forget all the stress of everyday life and above all the stress with Vegeta!
The day in the pool had passed in a flash and Bulma was lying in her bed between her many cuddly toys and turned Vegeta's ring between her fingers. She carefully placed the ring on her bedside table and fell asleep calmly. After all, she no longer had to be afraid of being teased.
She got up earlier than normal again and skipped breakfast. Instead, she took a bun with her on the way to school. She was excited and kind of happy to see Vegeta. She didn't know why she did that, after all, he was a dealer and these guys weren't to be trifled with, but he was a really nice guy when she was alone with him. She stopped in front of the classroom and pushed her hair behind her ears before entering. As expected, Vegeta was already there, leafing through a sports magazine, he had put his feet on his table. He looked up from his magazine and looked at Bulma. "So early again?" asked he. "Yes, have something for you ..." she answered. Vegeta took his feet off the table and waited eagerly to see what would happen next. Bulma came to his table and took out the ring."Where did you get it? I've been looking for it everywhere!" Vegeta was amazed. He had just come to terms with the fact that he had lost the ring. "It got caught in my top yesterday when you ... held me ...". Now she was looking straight into his black eyes. Her heart was pounding wildly. She had a huge respect for this muscle pack, but still somehow she felt good right now. "Thanks, I thought it was gone forever!" he took the ring and put it back on. "Do you have math?" she asked him. "No, I don't have ... I'm not very good at the subject ... besides, I don't really care!" Bulma had to pull herself together not to invite him to his home to study with him. "Can I copy again?" he looked at her. She noticed that he was now expecting a stuttered from her because he was so big and strong. Bulma grinned. “What's in it for me?” Vegeta was stunned by this answer he hadn't expected.But he was determined to play along. "What do you want?" he grinned cheekily. Bulma considered. "Well?" he waited impatiently for her answer. "Hm ... I want to go shopping today and I need someone to carry the bags for me!" she looked at him expectantly. "Forget it! I'm not your bimbo!" he said irritably. "Well, then no pity math ... I'm not your bimbo either!" inwardly she laughed
Vegeta grumbled. "Well, what the heck I come with you, but we're going to the northern capital ... at least nobody knows me." Bulma stood up, "All right! Pick me up at 2:00 p.m." And with that she sat down satisfied in their place. He turned back to her. "Did you tell someone about yesterday?" you could see that he was afraid of it. "No ... I promised I wouldn't tell anyone." Now she was in a bad mood again.For a tiny moment she had forgotten who she was talking to.
"Why are you doing this?" she had asked the question so quietly that she almost couldn't hear herself. But Vegeta understood. "Because you earn a pig's money with it and I need the money, or do you think I can pay for my apartment with leaves?" he said that pretty calmly. Bulma had expected an outburst of anger now. "Is everything true what they hear about you?" Bulma had now become a little braver when it came to asking questions. "What else do you hear about me?" he knew exactly what was coming next. Bulma took a deep breath "Well, that you should have molested a girl from the lower school." Vegeta laughed. "Do you really think that I need to molest small children? There are enough women who would like to be" molested "by me, so if I want a woman then I'll take one of them!" This answer had a calming effect on Bulma. So he wasn't as much of a pig as she'd assumed.And what he said was true. She knew that more than half of the girls in her school adored Vegeta, he really didn't have to take one who didn't want to.
After that, they stopped talking to each other. Vegeta copied maths and Bulma was already looking forward to the shopping tour together.
After school, Bulma skipped lunch and took a shower. She took her peach extract shampoo especially to be enveloped in a pleasant smell. At 2 p.m. sharp she was downstairs in the living room. At five past two she paced up and down impatiently and at ten past two she would have loved to cry. At a quarter past 2 the doorbell rang. Bulma raced for the door. An embarrassed Vegeta stood in front of her. "Sorry I'm late but I didn't find it ... can we go?" Bulma rolled her eyes. "As far as I am! Do you have a car or do we have to take that from my parents?" she asked him."Yes of course I have a car what do you think?" he was visibly offended. "Off to the Northern Capital!" exclaimed Bulma cheerfully.
There was a lot going on in the northern capital. Bulma immediately stormed the very best clothes store and packed everything she liked straight away. Vegeta sat on a chair in front of the changing rooms and was bored. So it went on in the next 4 shops. 5 hours later Bulma could hardly stand on her feet and Vegeta, who finally had to carry all the bags, needed a break. "Are we going to that cafe over there?" asked Bulma, pointing to the cozy-looking garden tavern across the street. "According to me!" Vegeta just mumbled who couldn't see it anyway because of all the bags on his arm. He was visibly relieved when he finally sat down across from Bulma.
"What do you want? I invite you because you are so nice to carry the bags for me!" Bulma smiled sweetly at him.
Vegeta was amazed. After all, he hadn't chosen to carry her bags. It had been a deal between him and her. Carrying homework against bags. And yet she was so nice to him. "Ne Cola!" Vegeta really didn't feel like anything alcoholic now. After the haulage, he would rather have some refreshment.
He looked at Bulma who was studying the ice map. Bulma had decided not to eat ice cream. Too many calories! "Can I ask you something?" she looked at him. "Hm ... as far as I am?" Vegeta looked directly into her baby blue eyes. "Do you use drugs?" she ducked her head as a precaution in case Vegeta would freak out at this question.
"No, I don't do drugs, I just sell them!" he said that in a low voice, after all he didn't want to hand himself over to the cops. Bulma let out a sigh of relief.
Vegeta: "Sure! What about you? Do you have the money with you?"
Type: "yeah ... well before the cop shows up here ... don't feel like going to jail again because of you"
Vegeta: "shut up! I already told you that it wasn't my fault! I can't help it if you are so stupid and you carry fabric around freely!"
Guy: "Here's the money! Same time next month!"
And with that he left.
Vegeta went the other way as if nothing had happened. Bulma was finally able to get out of her uncomfortable hiding place. She didn't want to admit what she had just heard. So the rumors were true after all!
So then he really did and dealt with drugs. She didn't want to know what the poor girl must have been through that he should have molested! She laboriously climbed out of the bush. Just as she was about to go home, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around and looked into the eyes of a visibly angry Vegeta. "What you saw!?" he asked her sharply. "I saw how you dealed! So everything they hear about you is true!" she was afraid of the looks of Vegeta, because now she knew what he was capable of ...
“You won't tell anyone about it, Bulma, or your pretty face will soon have a few scars!” He had never looked at her so angrily."You will keep that to yourself, did we get along ?!"
he repeated. "yyyyyy ... yes ..." she finally stuttered.
she wondered how she could only ask such an insignificant question at such a moment. "Well, then everything is clear!" hissed he dropped his hand and left.
When she got home she wasn't hungry, of course, but still ate something because her mother shouldn't suspect anything. After dinner she first took a shower. She was too excited to do her homework right now. As she undressed in the shower, she noticed that Vegeta's ring, which he always wore, had got caught in her knitted tank top.
The day in the pool had passed in a flash and Bulma was lying in her bed between her many cuddly toys and turned Vegeta's ring between her fingers.
She got up earlier than normal again and skipped breakfast. Instead, she took a bun with her on the way to school. She was excited and kind of happy to see Vegeta. She didn't know why she did that, after all, he was a dealer and these guys weren't to be trifled with, but he was a really nice guy when she was alone with him. She stopped in front of the classroom and pushed her hair behind her ears before entering. As expected, Vegeta was already there, leafing through a sports magazine, he had put his feet on his table. He looked up from his magazine and looked at Bulma. "So early again?" asked he. "Yes, have something for you ..." she answered. Vegeta took his feet off the table and waited eagerly to see what would happen next. Bulma came to his table and took out the ring."Where did you get it? I've been looking for it everywhere!" Vegeta was amazed. He had just come to terms with the fact that he had lost the ring. "It got caught in my top yesterday when you ... held me ...". Now she was looking straight into his black eyes. Her heart was pounding wildly. She had a huge respect for this muscle pack, but still somehow she felt good right now. "Thanks, I thought it was gone forever!" he took the ring and put it back on. "Do you have math?" she asked him. "No, I don't have ... I'm not very good at the subject ... besides, I don't really care!" Bulma had to pull herself together not to invite him to his home to study with him. "Can I copy again?" he looked at her. She noticed that he was now expecting a stuttered
Vegeta grumbled. "Well, what the heck I come with you, but we're going to the northern capital ... at least nobody knows me." Bulma stood up, "All right! Pick me up at 2:00 p.m." And with that she sat down satisfied in their place. He turned back to her. "Did you tell someone about yesterday?" you could see that he was afraid of it. "No ... I promised I wouldn't tell anyone." Now she was in a bad mood again.For a tiny moment she had forgotten who she was talking to.
"Why are you doing this?" she had asked the question so quietly that she almost couldn't hear herself. But Vegeta understood. "Because you earn a pig's money with it and I need the money, or do you think I can pay for my apartment with leaves?" he said that pretty calmly. Bulma had expected an outburst of anger now. "Is everything true what they hear about you?" Bulma had now become a little braver when it came to asking questions. "What else do you hear about me?" he knew exactly what was coming next. Bulma took a deep breath "Well, that you should have molested a girl from the lower school." Vegeta laughed. "Do you really think that I need to molest small children? There are enough women who would like to be" molested "by me, so if I want a woman then I'll take one of them!" This answer had a calming effect on Bulma. So he wasn't as much of a pig as she'd assumed.And what he said was true. She knew that more than half of the girls in her school adored Vegeta, he really didn't have to take one who didn't want to.
After that, they stopped talking to each other. Vegeta copied maths and Bulma was already looking forward to the shopping tour together.
After school, Bulma skipped lunch and took a shower. She took her peach extract shampoo especially to be enveloped in a pleasant smell. At 2 p.m. sharp she was downstairs in the living room. At five past two she paced up and down impatiently and at ten past two she would have loved to cry.
There was a lot going on in the northern capital. Bulma immediately stormed the very best clothes store and packed everything she liked straight away.
"What do you want? I invite you because you are so nice to carry the bags for me!" Bulma smiled sweetly at him.
Vegeta was amazed. After all, he hadn't chosen to carry her bags. It had been a deal between him and her. Carrying homework against bags. And yet she was so nice to him. "Ne Cola!" Vegeta really didn't feel like anything alcoholic now. After the haulage, he would rather have some refreshment.
He looked at Bulma who was studying the ice map.
"No, I don't do drugs, I just sell them!" he said that in a low voice, after all he didn't want to hand himself over to the cops. Bulma let out a sigh of relief.