the bed and staring confused at the door. "Can someone tell me what's going on here ?!" he thinks aloud and falls back into the pillow. "Mh ... definitely one of your whims again!" he dismisses it and rolls over on his left side. His left hand grabs his right arm on the bandage. If things really got serious between Bulma and Feith and she might marry him, she would move out here. She would just be gone. As suddenly as she came into his life 3 years ago and crossed his path. He could still remember exactly. It was then on Namek that they had met for the first time. At the time she seemed terrified of him. He can still see her eyes trembling with fear today. She looked so weak and fragile. Only later it turned out that she was not as weak and fragile as it first appeared.She even had the courage to offer him to stay here. And now they lived under one roof and there was nothing left of the fear she had shown 3 years ago. If she actually marries this lard she would be gone. Far away and inaccessible to him. "Mh ... and who will fix me then?" he asks himself and puts his hand on the bandage. "I ... I have to get out of her way." he admonishes himself again and that was the last thing he said out loud in his mind. He was suddenly so tired. So tired it didn't take long to fall asleep.

In the next room, Bulma snuggles into her blanket. She pulls the covers over her head to hide her soft sobs. She knew what good hearing Vegeta had and he didn't necessarily have to know that she is not doing as well as she has shown him. But now, after that brief conversation with him, she actually felt a little better. She had asked him what he thought of Feith for a reason.His rather negative expression towards him, even though he hadn't even said a word, made her feel like she had done the right thing. She had only asked him this question to confirm to herself that she had made the right decision. Feith was nice, charming and courteous, but probably not that kind of "man" who gives her sleepless nights. The time she knew him, she had used to get to know him and she only realized that he did not suit her. But even though she knows it's so right, it hurts. Mainly because she has a kind of "guilty conscience" towards him. She had let him take her to expensive restaurants and each time he had paid. But then again, she hadn't asked him to. So there is no reason to feel guilty. “Maybe I shouldn't think about it so much?” She ponders, sticking her head out of the ceiling. "I hope he understood how I explained it to him ..." she sighs and closes her eyes, hoping to be able to sleep.



Sequel follows....!