CHAPTER 9: MY RIGHT, RIGHT SEAT IS EMPTY ... I WISH FOR VEGETA

HERE!

Vegeta woke up with a vague feeling. Did it just feel like it or had

can he still smell fresh water?

* Bra! *, it shot through his head. The next question followed:

* Who is Bra? *

In his confused dream she was his daughter! He and Bulma had a - no,

he

corrected himself - two children together. A boy named Trunks and Bra

just. The little one had been cut out of her mother's face. And

she had been able to wrap Vegeta around her little finger. He smiled at the

Thoughts. His daughter! Just a moment! He had to do something

overlooked ... Presumably the fact that he didn't have a daughter ?!

After all, he knew about it! Vegeta's mood fell. How could

he

just missing someone who didn't exist, never existed?That was easy to

crazy. Oh, what was crazy? About a child, a life with Bulma, who

Woman ... the woman ...? What was he about to think? The woman he loved?

Vegeta lay motionless on his bed and followed the rays of the sun coming through

the

poorly closed blinds and strange patterns on the ceiling

drew. His eyes widened in knowledge and when his head wasn't

would still hurt like hell if he had put the palm of his hand on the

Forehead beaten. *The desire! *, he thought and ... yes, he was half smiling.

This shooting star thing was designed for something else, but

...

Well, this was ... different. Better? Of course! He just had to get Bulma out of it
convince that he was right for her. But first he had to get a

Get aspirin.

~~~ # - # ~~~

“Ouch!” Again Bulma broke her fingernail.That

Typing and cataloging test results was obviously not a

so

great opportunity to work off. Without further ado she fished for an ordinary

Paper scissors and cut off her remaining seven good nails. For filing

if she didn't feel like it, she could at least press the keys more vigorously
to press. After two lines she stopped abruptly and looked at her sharp-edged

Nails. Why was she sitting in the lab tapping her fingers instead of

Vegeta, scratching that other woman's memory? Yes, that's exactly what she would

to do! She was Bulma, after all, and that ominous bra could stay where she

wanted, or rather where the pepper grows!

Vegeta wasn't in his room so Bulma drove the next one
potential

Location at: the feeding place, called the kitchen.

There he sat, with his back to her, half bent over the table, which was over and
was littered over with goodies. Shit, he'd already noticed her. That left

himself

inferred from this as he sat up straight, stopped eating, and

even turned to her ... with a few crumbs around her mouth. Bulma could

not suppressing a smile, stepped closer, traced the curve of his lower lip

and irritated the sensitive skin with her torn off nail. You

wanted to pull the finger back, but suddenly it seemed as if it was stuck to the ground.

Vegeta stared spellbound at the hand at his eye level,

while he wondered if that brief, simple, insignificant touch in Bulma

caused just as much a flood of emotions as it did in him. Slowly he raised his head

to be able to read in her gaze. But Bulma's finger slipped off his

Lippe and the spell was broken, the magical moment was gone. The expression

it was still clear in her blue-green eyes, however.She wanted him! That

was a start. You could build on it, even if it was long, cold

Wouldn't warm winter nights ... No, he was wandering off again.

"Hungry?", Vegeta asked and pointed to the
across from him
Chair. "Have a seat."

Bulma paused. Crumbs around the mouth - Yeah, that was typical Vegeta. Ask for

your

Hunger - No, that wasn't typical Vegeta. Except maybe ... Except

of course, he knew she was pregnant! No, no ... where should he

knowledge? She herself had no idea about her
two days ago
impending motherhood. Even if Vegeta could sense auras, and

his son in her grew (and was accordingly strong), but Bulma doubted

very much that he could already feel Trunks. Trunks ... Actually, she was still

Her parents, by the way, wanted a

Trip to Hawaii won the lottery and now for two and a half
Weeks

weren't there, nor asking for advice, but ... Trunks was a great name.

Bulma noticed Vegeta's slightly confused expression. Oh, it was

still

always. She quickly sat down on a chair and nodded, already back in

Lost in thought. No, Vegeta didn't know anything about the child. So why was he

suddenly changed, worried about her? She had about

taken off? Quite the opposite. Was it her own fault? But that would mean

that she meant something to him. A very attractive option. Still

stayed

the problem with bra. Surely she couldn't be his girlfriend. Probably

he only dreamed of her. A painful sting ran through her chest and let

immediately identify as jealousy. He dreamed of another!

Why

actually not from her?

Vegeta kept glancing at Bulma, she kept staring at him

thoughtful
at. What was she thinking? Somehow she seemed depressed .. That's how Vegeta had her

never seen. Something must have happened. Something important, something that is

put everything that has happened so far in a different light, something world-changing ...

Vegeta shook his head. Didn't he interpret a little too much

into it?

What should have happened already? Enlightenment took place in a roundabout way. He

knew what would happen if his dreams turned out to be reliable

proven. Trunks. You would have a boy. But now? You

had

but only once ... two ... or three times? Definitely just one night. Was

the

possible? Was that why Bulma was so confused? It was positive for her, that was

clear. Positive enough to fall in love with him? He probably had to
her first
to lure something out of the reserve, to make it more palatable to her. Show her it

could be mutual ?!

Bulma's thoughts were racing. Why was Vegeta so ... accommodating? My

God, he only asked if she was hungry! But why did he see her

so

caring, loving? Why did his lips move without a sound

penetrated her ear canal? Bulma's brain used millions of cells that

To decode the incoming message: “Aishiteru, Aijin.” Well, there was probably a

Error in the system. Aishiteru, Aijin? Bulma hastily ate a few bites. Maybe

it was only because of her empty stomach. Aishiteru, Aijin. Why saw

someone lovingly to someone, if not because they were in love with that person?

That was more than Bulma had expected at the beginning. In love? Vegeta and

you? Vegeta, she and Trunks? Oh yes!

"I'm ..." Bulma began.

"Pregnant?", Vegeta finished her sentence and feasted on her

obvious surprise.

"Where from ...?" She asked and he explained the matter with his dreams to her.That

Bulma again recalled 'Bra', which she immediately brought up.

"She is Trunks' sister."

"Huh?"

"His future, younger sister."

Aishiteru, Aijin.

"Me too, Shoufu. Aishiteru." Bulma reached out and stroked

her fingertips over Vegeta's cheek. "Do you still have a headache?"

"I don't feel anything anymore."

"That sounds bad, huh?"

"Can you do something about it?" Vegeta asked quietly and pulled Bulma onto his

Lap.

"Now?" She pretended to have to think about it first. Then a
conjured up
Smile on her face. "But always." The weight a little forward

Shifting, Bulma slowly approached Vegeta's mouth. Just before they are

touched them, stopped them and whispered against his lips: "Say it again!"

"Aishiteru, Bulma-chan ..."

~~~ # - # ~~~

"When are your parents coming home?", Vegeta wanted to know quietly and pressed
his lips on Bulma's bare neck.

The sun was just rising and bathed the room in golden light.

Neither of the two had closed an eye, it was too big so far

unsatisfied hunger one after the other.

"In about 16 days," replied Bulma. Then she turned once in

Vegeta's hug so that she could look him in the face. "What do you have

actually wanted? Back then ... Hm? "

"What do I get for telling you?" He asked with a raised

Brow and a slight grin.

"Your son and ... me", she replied cheekily and saw her counterpart

waiting

at. “Not enough?”

As soon as Bulma had finished speaking, she felt her mouth with

Vegetas covered. "Answer ... enough?" He gasped afterwards, breathlessly.

"To be honest, no. What was your wish now?"

Vegeta sighed, then gave her information: "I wanted my
Perfect training results. The wish went into another

Let's go ... "

"Is that why the night in your old guest room ...?"

"Yes. I'm glad it turned out that way ..."

Bulma breathed light kisses on Vegeta's neck and neck and asked

whispering: "And what exactly did you want now?"

"Perfection."



To be continued in Chapter 10: 'Interruptus`