stare at her like that? She seems so pure and innocent which she really isn't, he's already noticed. But he has noticed it for a long time. He's been kind of attracted to her for quite some time. He cannot describe it, it is almost as if it seems to be a natural urge that always forces him to be close to her. Nevertheless, he controls himself and does not forget what he has set out to do.He is glad that they can deal with each other normally again and that is how it should stay. This everyday normal posture and this shallow distance from each other was exactly what seems to suit them both. In addition, Vegeta noticed that Bulma is finally over his rejection and the last thing he wants would be to give her false hopes again. And even if it were otherwise, it wouldn't impose itself on her. "Here." Bulma speaks to him now and puts a cup of cocoa in front of him. "Caution hot!" she attaches to it, then sits down across from him and carefully sips her cup. She clasps her cup with both hands and looks lost in thought. Vegeta notices that she is shaking slightly, it was already a bit fresh in the kitchen. But even in this lost state in which it is found, it does not lose its charm, which he is now aware of again. "What did you dream about?" he asks her now quietly and looks into her eyes when he notices her dejection.Bulma looks over the rim of her cup and returns his gaze. "Oh, not so tragic. There are just a few things that I can't get out of my head." she answers hesitantly. "And what is that?" does not give in to Vegeta so easily. "I saw a lot of terrible things in the basement of Vailant Medicines." she begins to tell. Vegeta lounges on the table again and listens to her slightly irritated voice. "Imagine they are doing experiments with human babies there. It was just terrible! All those embryos in the glass containers." she puts down her cup and wraps her arms around her bare shoulders. "They're doing genetic tests there and trying to clone people!" attach them to that. Vegeta listens carefully to her. "And that's why he wanted your genes." she hesitantly admits now. Until now she had kept from him what Feith was planning to do with him. "What?!" exclaims Vegeta, stunned. "Yes, he was of the opinion that the army would be interested in a force of strong fighters and pay a lot for the financing of this project.That's what your genes were made for, he told me. He was also fascinated by you Saiyajins from the moment he saw you and your buddy on earth for the first time and he saw you on TV. "She continues." So that's how it is .. . "Vegeta thinks out loud and crosses his arms over his chest." A miracle that he let us go so easily, after all, it was his life's work. He has geared his whole laboratory towards it and directed all his research in this direction. "Continues Bulma and reaches for her cup again. Vegeta is now a bit pale around the nose and the serious expression on his face reveals that he is worried about something. He asks just like a whole army of his own kind, but the way he sees himself in his nightmares, going across the country and mowing down everything that comes at his feet. It would be just terrible, there would be a huge Armageddon and the entire universe would be in danger."But don't worry. All of the tissue samples and data he collected about you were destroyed when you destroyed the computer in his lab." Bulma tells him because she notices his uncertain look. "Well we hope so!" it comes from Vegeta who is now hastily emptying his cup. "Maybe we'd better go back to sleep." he gets up from his chair and puts his cup in the kitchenette. "You're right." Bulma yawns now, does the same and leads him out of the kitchen. "And yet ... I'm scared of going to sleep again and dreaming about it again ..." she mumbles to herself as they walk through the anteroom one after the other. "I can't forget all these pictures so quickly ..." she adds and she pats on across the cold tiled floor. From her aura, Vegeta recognizes that she is confused and actually afraid of these dreams. "I am sorry." Bulma suddenly hears Vegeta's words and suddenly stops."What?" she breathes and turns to him. "Yes, it's my fault that you saw it all!" he explains to her. "If I hadn't been so reckless and had these worms kidnap me, you would never have had to enter this building." it comes from him dejected and takes the blame for their nightmares. "Vegeta ..." Bulma takes a step towards him. With big trembling eyes she looks him in the face but he doesn't dare to look her in the eye. At first she hesitates but then she puts her right hand on his cheek and whispers: "It's not your fault! You didn't call me." Vegeta raises his gaze and looks into those blue trembling eyes of Bulma. He notices that her hand is shaking and her aura is flickering uncertainly. "I came voluntarily and I knew what I was getting myself into." she continues and looks at him incessantly. Faint light falls through the panorama window in the kitchen and extends into the anteroom, onto Bulma's face.Her eyes shine and tremble with excitement. Vegeta doesn't know what got into him, maybe it was this enchanted atmosphere, this protection of darkness in which they rocked. In any case, he puts his hands on her waist and back. The silky, cool, thin nightgown feels slippery and smooth under his hands. Underneath he feels the warmth of Bulma's tender, soft skin. Bulma's other hand strokes up his right upper arm. A pleasant shiver runs down Vegeta's back, which prompts him to pull Bulma close to him. Suddenly time stands still. There it was again, that strange closeness. Just like when they fell for each other. Both didn't really know what was happening to them, in the next moment they find themselves in a gentle, almost shy kiss. But after a split second they broke apart and looked at each other in shock. At the same moment they both realized the same thing.They were so happy that they could deal with each other normally again, they wanted to destroy this little something that they had now not by a rash act. So they stand apart again and Vegeta disappears with a quiet: "Sorry." up as quickly as possible.



Bulma strips off her jumpsuit, with the Capsule Corps. Logo on the left side of the chest and the back, from the shoulders so that it is only held by the belt. "My goodness, it's hot again today." she sighs, wipes the sweat from her forehead and bends back under the scooter that she wants to repair. At that moment the phone rings on her desk. Bulma answers and answers with: “Yes?” It's her father who calls from his workshop and asks her for a favor. "Yes, I'll do it, Vegeta is going to take a break anyway, I'll have a look." she answers and hangs up again. She pulls her overalls back up and a while later she is on her way to the spaceship to do her father a favor."I'm lucky! Vegeta is in the house right now." notices her at the open hatch and goes in through it. She doesn't really want to run into Vegeta, not after what happened last night. How could she have let herself be tempted into this kiss? She still sees herself standing in the anteroom with trembling knees, one hand over her mouth. She stares after Vegeta, who has quickly disappeared up the stairs. It was that tingling, that throbbing in her chest that she'd missed so much when he was around. She remembers his strong hands touching her waist and back and made her heart pound again. After all this time, they were able to deal with each other normally again and she was happy about that. That relationship shouldn't be destroyed by that harmless kiss. So it would be better, she thinks, to avoid him for a little while so that the situation can relax again and so that everything stays as normal between them.Bulma hops down the spiral staircase and goes into the living room. "Mh ... where did he say it could be most likely?" She ponders and remembers what her father told her. On occasion he asked her to fetch his notebook, which he had left lying somewhere in the spaceship, for him. He is currently working on an important project and does not want to leave his place behind the machine unnecessarily. In the notebook he made important notes that he can use for this project. "Mh .. so it's not here! Damn it! Where can he have put this?" Bulma is already searching through every closet and drawer. "Maybe it fell down somewhere?" she asks herself and looks under the bed. "Nothing ..." she mumbles and wants to straighten up again when she perceives a sharp jerk. She gets up on her feet, but before she keeps her balance she shakes it again and she waves her arms. It puts them on the bare feet and the shaking gets stronger."What the hell is going on now ?!" she opens and tries to pull herself up on the edge of the bed. Now there is also a strange hum and the furnishings and the floor begin to vibrate.





Until next time! How will it go on?