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Fanfic: VEGETA AUF JOBSUCHE 1
Chapter: VEGETA ON THE JOB SEARCH 1
"That's enough for me now, my dear!", Bulma shouted through the whole house, "I have to clear your things after you all day, you complain about my food, you never help Trunks and Bra with the homework and you take part in the housekeeping also not. You train all day long, or dirty everything! When do I have time for myself ?! "
Vegeta was sitting on the couch trying to watch TV. But with Bumla's screams, it was visibly difficult.
Why did this woman always have to get so upset?
He rolled his eyes, growled in annoyance, picked up the remote control and turned up the TV. "Shut up! I want to watch TV here," he grumbled.
Bulma was trembling with anger now. "That's probably the height! If you didn't hang around here all day, I wouldn't have to tidy up so much either. At least the Kionder clear their things away! So you'll find something to do that you can do, at least for a few hours , keep it away from the house. Understand? "
Vegeta hated it. She always gave him instructions, him, the prince of the Saiyajin !!
"Then I'll just train more and be less in the house," said Vegeta coolly.
Bulma smirked. "Oh, no. I have a much better idea: you're looking for a job!"
Vegeta stared at Bulma in disbelief. "I beg your pardon! I'm supposed to work for others? You can't be serious! You must have braised a pear!"
Why should he work? ! if they had enough money to buy all of them and 2. Vegeta would never work for weak Earthlings.
He got up and wanted to go drinking.
"Think about it carefully, Vegeta. It could be that I won't feel like cooking any more in the near future," Bulma said and smiled. Vegeta stopped. His face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
Slowly he turned to Bulma.
"You ... you wouldn't do that to me ... would you?" He asked in a shaky voice.
"And if I would. I learned a lot from you ..." she replied coldly.
Damn it, she hit his weak spot.
Vegeta hung her head. "All right," he said, "I'll try ..."
And do you guys like my first ff? Please write me your clerks and I will write how to proceed;)
Vegeta was sitting on the couch trying to watch TV. But with Bumla's screams, it was visibly difficult.
Why did this woman always have to get so upset?
He rolled his eyes, growled in annoyance, picked up the remote control and turned up the TV. "Shut up! I want to watch TV here," he grumbled.
Bulma was trembling with anger now. "That's probably the height! If you didn't hang around here all day, I wouldn't have to tidy up so much either. At least the Kionder clear their things away! So you'll find something to do that you can do, at least for a few hours , keep it away from the house. Understand? "
Vegeta hated it. She always gave him instructions, him, the prince of the Saiyajin !!
"Then I'll just train more and be less in the house," said Vegeta coolly.
Bulma smirked. "Oh, no. I have a much better idea: you're looking for a job!"
Vegeta stared at Bulma in disbelief. "I beg your pardon! I'm supposed to work for others? You can't be serious! You must have braised a pear!"
Why should he work? ! if they had enough money to buy all of them and 2. Vegeta would never work for weak Earthlings.
He got up and wanted to go drinking.
"Think about it carefully, Vegeta. It could be that I won't feel like cooking any more in the near future," Bulma said and smiled. Vegeta stopped. His face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
Slowly he turned to Bulma.
"You ... you wouldn't do that to me ... would you?" He asked in a shaky voice.
"And if I would. I learned a lot from you ..." she replied coldly.
Damn it, she hit his weak spot.
Vegeta hung her head. "All right," he said, "I'll try ..."
And do you guys like my first ff? Please write me your clerks and I will write how to proceed;)