hello girls



sorry man i know i'm running late on the part! but I'm sick again! tonsillitis. am permanently ill! Hihi



So far so good. well what can i say?

oh yes, my final exams will start soon and i won't have that much time to continue writing my ff. well, maybe you have to wait 5 days or something! but maybe it will work earlier. let's see



Then a big bussi, a big pusher, a great greeting and all of that:

Vegetein,

Saniko

sigma

princhessnichan

bardock (of course I missed you! Just like nichan!)

Vegetaw17

avril

chiaki

and my mouse gina

Hey gina, that sounded like you were angry with me. I don't know either, you didn't say anything, what you always do and well everything sounded so unfriendly! Hey, if you're really angry, I'm sorry.I really just wanted to comment on it! -liebguck- peace?



ok then have fun

bussi

your

miss-vegeta











As Vegeta got closer and closer to the study, he got more and more angry. With every step he took. With every movement, with every breath. Of course not because of the room, no, it was just because absolutely nothing was going as he had imagined. The first thing he had was this boy from the future. What was he thinking of coming here? In his home, although Vegeta hated him so much. Besides, he didn't like it when he thought of about an hour before. That loudmouth, seriously imagined he could end up with him by letting go of a few lardy sentences and pretending that he could understand him better than anything else. As if they were something like a soul mate! Hah, that boy actually believed that!But that didn't work with Vegeta. Or is it? If he admitted it, there was something about this boy that Vegeta liked. Then why did he hate him so much? Did he even have a reason to?

The second point was that Clay thing. He was in big trouble. And in very large ones! Vegeta didn't even know if he was still alive! These people had no pity! Ok, he didn't have one himself, but that was something completely different. This was about Clay! Not just someone who has run along and just wants to talk to you! No, it was Clay! His friend! His only friend, where Vegeta was pretty sure that it wasn't someone again who was deceitfully deceiving him and in the end threw him to the lions to eat! No, Clay was different. He stood by Vegeta. He always did! And now he would stand by him too! Even if he died doing it.

And last but not least, the last point that Vegeta testified that everything just went wrong was: BULMA!

Yes exactly you. Who does she think she is actually? Bulma should have just slammed the door in front of these annoying boys, then there would be one less problem. Well, if Trunks was a problem at all. Vegeta wasn't so sure of that anymore.

And Bulma? Was she a reason that everything went wrong. Was that really her? Well, he couldn't say he liked the scene in the kitchen when it was clamped between his arms and hugged against his body. He liked how hard she'd tried in vain to push him away. Vegeta liked that she was so close. So close to his skin. So close to his heart. That one moment was something special. Something special that he just didn't want to see. No, why was he thinking about it? What did he like about having that common, weak woman on his regal, strong body? Nothing, did he like it!

Vegeta stopped in front of the large wooden door to the study and put his hand on the cold handle.Then he stared at the floor for a moment. Now he wasn't so sure about Bulma either! If he really didn't like anything about it, why did it? Vegeta's eyes seemed to sparkle again. But now less out of anger than out of ignorance. He didn't understand any of this. "Damn, I'm going crazy!" He thought and shook his head. "I just have to concentrate and can't think about her anymore. Now there are more important things to do!" Determined not to waste any more thought, Vegeta finally pushed the door handle down and yanked the door open. He stepped over the threshold and looked around the room first. Well, he had to look for the radio first!

"Shit, where is it?", Vegeta cursed when he still hadn't found it after 5 minutes! "That stupid device! Where is it?" Vegeta rummaged under a few piles of leaves on the window sill. Then in the closets. When he couldn't find anything there either, he took the desk to his chest!And before he knew it, Vegeta had found it! It had been hidden under old rubble and notes. "Well, then I can finally start!", Vegeta thought, relieved! Without further ado, he grabbed the hand-sized speaker and pressed a button on the radio. After a few seconds, green and red lights came on with a loud creak. The sign that it worked and was ready to radio someone. Well, it didn't look promising, that's true, but it was something. This little gray device still had some juice in the cables. Hopefully enough!

Vegeta turned a little wheel to somehow find the frequency of Bulma. There was a hideous squeaking noise. "Bulma? Answer me when you hear me!", Vegeta yelled into the speaker so that he at least understood his own word. That old box had a loud squeaking sound in store!

"Bulma? Do you hear me?" There was no answer.Vegeta turned the wheel again and set a new frequency. "Bulma? It's Vegeta? Can you hear me?" He tried again. But he wasn't lucky. Just like with the next five frequencies. And that made him very angry. "Damn it. I'm freaking out! That can't be possible!" Vegeta swore and hit the desk. "Bulma!" He shouted as loudly as he could. "Damn where the hell are you? I promise you if you ....." "What is it? Why are you screaming like that?"

Vegeta gave a start. "Bulma?" He asked incredulously. "Yes, who else? Were you expecting the Easter Bunny?" She teased him and a quiet giggle could be heard. "Spare me your humor! Better explain to me why you are not there and you are on the way to this wretched Kakarott?" Again this squeaking noise rang out and a hissing could be heard. "What is it to do with you? ..... is ..... I ....." was the only thing Vegeta could understand. The connection became more and more measly."What did you say? Bulma! Can you hear me?" "Yes, I can!" Said Bulma. "Listen, Vegeta, since you will surely also notice that the connection is getting worse and worse and we understand each other less and less, I would suggest we end this conversation! You can also talk to me when I get home, okay?" Vegeta bit teeth together and fists clenched. "No, damn it, I have to talk to you now, understand? It's important. If you don't turn around right now ..." he threatened. "What? I can't hear you!" Bulma lied and giggled in amusement. "I'm not kidding. You will be right back!" He shouted, trying not to tear the desk into a thousand pieces. "Take care, Vegeta! See you tonight!" "If you dare to hang up now, then ....." But it was already too late. Bulma actually hung up!

Vegeta was boiling inside like a volcano. With all his might he threw the radio into the next corner. "How dare she?She probably doesn't know who she's dealing with! "he yelled and left the room. He trotted back towards the kitchen." Well, wait! She can experience something when she is back! ", he growled and already thought about how she could be punished for her disobedience.

Before he knew it, he was back in the kitchen, where Frau Briefs was still preparing the meal. "That took a long time!", She said and didn't know why he was even more upset now. "Did you reach Bulma? Did it work?" She asked interested, hoping to get some information. But Vegeta didn't answer her, just gave her strict instructions. "When Bulma comes home, tell her to come to me right now, understand?" "Vegeta, but ....." "Do what I say!" He ordered and then disappeared through the door the garden.

Frau Briefs put the wooden spoon aside and stared through the window. "What's going on?What does he have? ", she wondered when she saw Vegeta disappearing into the GR a little later." It seems to me that he is very angry with Bulma! But why? "