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Fanfic: Versteh einer die Männer (oder solche die es werden wollen *lol*) 3
something, Vegeta?" She couldn't think of anything better.
(oh, Bulma is unimaginative today ... ^. ^)
When she said his name he winced. It had sounded so ... loving.
No, he thought. I would love to stand there with you forever.
"Hm, yes. But you don't necessarily have to cook me something to eat now, that can still wait if you don't have time," he answered graciously.
Bulma nodded, and then broke the hug, for better or for worse.
"Anyway. I'll have lunch quickly anyway," she said and smiled. And before Vegeta could stop her, she left the room.
He looked after her and thought that she had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on a woman.
Then he shook his head as if to forget something and then made his way into the kitchen as well.
Before Vegeta opened the kitchen door, he heard that Bulma was on the phone. When he walked into the kitchen a few seconds later, he realized he was right.Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table with the telephone receiver tucked between her neck and shoulder while she was leafing through a phone book. "Yes, damn it! Do I speak Namekian or what? I said 20 pizzas to the Capsule Corp.! Are you hard of hearing ?! ...... WHAT? That won't work for a few hours ?! Where do we live here!" ...... Oh you know what? You can ... Hello ?! Hello! "Bulma stared at the chirping phone. "Tz! Unable to deliver 20 pizzas ..." she said indignantly to Vegeta. He couldn't help but grin. She just looked too cute when she got so excited. He asked which pizzeria it was. Bulma told him the name, and 15 minutes later Vegeta walked back into the kitchen with 10 pizzas under his arm. 10? No, there were only 9 left ... Vegeta had one on the way to C.C. drowned ...
Lots of food! But that's the way he is.
Bulma was amazed when she saw Vegeta with the pizzas. And when he happily turned 10.Munching on the pizza, he announced: "I can pick up the next 20 in half an hour", asked Bulma, totally flabbergasted: "How did you do that?"
Vegeta waved it off. "Oh, I know a couple of methods ..."
(tz, Vegeta and his "methods." .... I can only say one thing: The "trick" with "coloring hair" from black to blonde worked - as you can see ... ^ - ^)
Now Bulma couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, what other Saiyan princes can be useful for!" she praised Vegeta.
"Hey hey, we could just as easily sell the pizzas at high prices again. But if you knew what we Saiyajins are still capable of ..." * nasty grin *
"Vegeta!" shouted Bulma indignantly. "If we don't eat them ourselves, then we'll at least give them to the street children, you've heard! And I don't know what ..."
Then it clicked on her too, and she blushed slightly, but kept her mouth shut.
A grumble on his part.But around the corners of his mouth it twitched suspiciously, as if he had to pull himself together not to blow loudly.
An hour later they were both sitting at the table with full bellies and satisfied faces ...
Vegeta: 25 pizzas. Bulma: 5 pizzas.
Finally Bulma got up, cleared the dishes, and then turned towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Vegeta's voice behind her. He was still sitting at the kitchen table and had a (still) full bottle of rum in front of him.
“I'm going to take a quick shower,” she replied, closing the door behind her.
Once in her room, she found her pajamas and bathrobe together, and made her way to her adjoining bathroom. She undressed, tossed the clothes in the laundry bin and got into the shower.
The warm water pattered pleasantly on her body. It cost her overcoming to turn off the soothing warm water and soap herself.Bulma tried to think of something other than Vegeta, but her mind kept drifting off to him. But who was somehow ... nice that day. But why?
So dear ones, that was now part 3 * g *
You know what I'm happy about, so please!
No matter if praise or criticism! I am always ready to improve * g *
Ok, take care, and I wish everyone who, like me, have autumn holidays a lot of fun!
I keep my fingers crossed for the others as they work. You'll soon have it behind you! *G*
cu,
Stella_
(oh, Bulma is unimaginative today ... ^. ^)
When she said his name he winced. It had sounded so ... loving.
No, he thought. I would love to stand there with you forever.
"Hm, yes. But you don't necessarily have to cook me something to eat now, that can still wait if you don't have time," he answered graciously.
Bulma nodded, and then broke the hug, for better or for worse.
"Anyway. I'll have lunch quickly anyway," she said and smiled. And before Vegeta could stop her, she left the room.
He looked after her and thought that she had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on a woman.
Then he shook his head as if to forget something and then made his way into the kitchen as well.
Before Vegeta opened the kitchen door, he heard that Bulma was on the phone. When he walked into the kitchen a few seconds later, he realized he was right.Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table with the telephone receiver tucked between her neck and shoulder while she was leafing through a phone book. "Yes, damn it! Do I speak Namekian or what? I said 20 pizzas to the Capsule Corp.! Are you hard of hearing ?! ...... WHAT? That won't work for a few hours ?! Where do we live here!" ...... Oh you know what? You can ... Hello ?! Hello! "Bulma stared at the chirping phone. "Tz! Unable to deliver 20 pizzas ..." she said indignantly to Vegeta. He couldn't help but grin. She just looked too cute when she got so excited. He asked which pizzeria it was. Bulma told him the name, and 15 minutes later Vegeta walked back into the kitchen with 10 pizzas under his arm. 10? No, there were only 9 left ... Vegeta had one on the way to C.C. drowned ...
Lots of food! But that's the way he is.
Bulma was amazed when she saw Vegeta with the pizzas. And when he happily turned 10.Munching on the pizza, he announced: "I can pick up the next 20 in half an hour", asked Bulma, totally flabbergasted: "How did you do that?"
Vegeta waved it off. "Oh, I know a couple of methods ..."
(tz, Vegeta and his "methods." .... I can only say one thing: The "trick" with "coloring hair" from black to blonde worked - as you can see ... ^ - ^)
Now Bulma couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, what other Saiyan princes can be useful for!" she praised Vegeta.
"Hey hey, we could just as easily sell the pizzas at high prices again. But if you knew what we Saiyajins are still capable of ..." * nasty grin *
"Vegeta!" shouted Bulma indignantly. "If we don't eat them ourselves, then we'll at least give them to the street children, you've heard! And I don't know what ..."
Then it clicked on her too, and she blushed slightly, but kept her mouth shut.
A grumble on his part.But around the corners of his mouth it twitched suspiciously, as if he had to pull himself together not to blow loudly.
An hour later they were both sitting at the table with full bellies and satisfied faces ...
Vegeta: 25 pizzas. Bulma: 5 pizzas.
Finally Bulma got up, cleared the dishes, and then turned towards the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Vegeta's voice behind her. He was still sitting at the kitchen table and had a (still) full bottle of rum in front of him.
“I'm going to take a quick shower,” she replied, closing the door behind her.
Once in her room, she found her pajamas and bathrobe together, and made her way to her adjoining bathroom. She undressed, tossed the clothes in the laundry bin and got into the shower.
The warm water pattered pleasantly on her body. It cost her overcoming to turn off the soothing warm water and soap herself.Bulma tried to think of something other than Vegeta, but her mind kept drifting off to him. But who was somehow ... nice that day. But why?
So dear ones, that was now part 3 * g *
You know what I'm happy about, so please!
No matter if praise or criticism! I am always ready to improve * g *
Ok, take care, and I wish everyone who, like me, have autumn holidays a lot of fun!
I keep my fingers crossed for the others as they work. You'll soon have it behind you! *G*
cu,
Stella_