Vegeta's great weakness part 3

"Vegeta, I ought to ask you a tiny favor." Mrs. Briefs whistled to the Saiyan prince over the well-set coffee table. The Briefs family had more than enough opportunity to get to know Vegeta's whims and therefore Bulma's mother also knew that it made absolutely no sense to simply ask the Saiyajin with the scowl for something. The chances of success were zero. So she'd come up with a tactic. She drove downtown and ransacked half the pastry shop because she thought that if love goes through the stomach, it would certainly work in a good mood. And she already knew from Son Goku that a Saiyan stomach was not so easy to please.
"Is that washing?" Vegeta answered now with a full mouth. Mrs. Briefs had steered him from the training room into the kitchen with the prospect of delicious cakes, where the coffee table was already waiting.Of course, Vegeta immediately sat down and began to destroy the delicious tarts at great speed.
"You know, my husband and I are going on vacation Monday next week." "Yes and?" "And Bulma has an appointment on Tuesday for your blood donation." she began. "Normally I always accompany her, but that won't work this time. Couldn't you ..."
"What is a blood donation?" Vegeta wanted to know between a strawberry tart and a piece of Frankfurt wreath.
"Some blood will be drawn from you." gave Mrs. Briefs willingly.
"What?" the Saiyan wondered. "What is this nonsense supposed to be for?"
"In the case of certain illnesses or if someone has lost a lot of blood, for example through an accident or a serious operation, then so-called blood reserves are administered. These are stored blood that has been donated by other people." knew his way around.
"Scho a fool!" Vegeta commented on the explanations without reducing the amount in his mouth to allow clear speaking."If you are sick, you will be put in a medi-tank and then the case will be settled!"
"That may be the case on other planets, but we here on earth don't have this technology. Unfortunately!" said Mrs. Briefs patiently. "Maybe my husband should try to construct something like this, after all, that would be a great thing. But I better make this suggestion to him after our vacation, otherwise he'll hang over some books for the entire four weeks and scribble incomprehensible stuff in his notepad. But Until then, Bulma will continue to donate blood and I would be far more comfortable if you would accompany her. "
"You want me to play babysitter for you?" Vegetas frowned. "You can forget that!"
"Another cake, Vegeta?" Bulma's mother asked him quickly and held out a large piece of cream cheese, which immediately disappeared into his mouth. "You shouldn't be playing the babysitter!" she tried again."My daughter can take care of herself very well. You should only accompany her and make sure that nothing happens to her."
"What is that supposed to happen to him? Otherwise she goes away alone!" noted Vegeta.
The blond-haired woman took a deep breath. That turned out to be more difficult than she thought, or better: had hoped. "Look," she tried again. "If a person loses too much blood, he can die in the process. If he only loses half a liter, it is not life-threatening, but he becomes weaker! Then it can also happen that he becomes dizzy and dizzy, and sometimes becomes he even passed out. So far Bulma has always coped with it very well, but just to be on the safe side I went with them so that I can call the doctor in case of an emergency. "
Vegeta's forehead relaxed a little. "And how do you come up with me then?"
"That's obvious! Oh, here is another piece of men's cake!" she held out the chocolate temptation.“Who better to take care of my Bulma Mouse than a strong warrior like you?” Now she tried it with flattery. "And besides, it's an honor to be accompanied by the Saiyan prince on something so important."
Vegeta's forehead was completely smooth again. "Okay, but only if it doesn't take too long" Bingo! The tactic worked! "After all, I have to train!"
Mrs. Briefs let out a relieved breath. "It really doesn't take long. At most one and a half hours, then you'll be back here. Look! Here I have ....."

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The day of the blood donation had come. Bulma's parents had flown on vacation the day before with a lot of noise. Somehow you got the feeling that Bulma's father would have much preferred to stay at home in his laboratory, but in the end it didn't work against his wife.
"Vegeta, can we go?" Bulma called into the training room. She has avoided going into this room since the last argument.In general, she didn't exchange too many words with Vegeta anymore. She had told him everything there was to be said and besides, she was still a little pissed off. So she avoided him most of the time. Yes, she had a memory like an elephant sometimes.
"I'll be right there!" it echoed back. Vegeta, if he was honest, wasn't that happy that Bulma was making himself so rare. Somehow he wanted to talk to her. He would have been dearly interested in how she knew how he felt sometimes, but after all, he couldn't just ask her about it. Others might have, but Vegeta couldn't. It was beneath his dignity to show that he was curious about things concerning an earth woman. She had to start there on her own. Yup! A tiny corner of his heart didn't think it was so bad that he should accompany her to the blood donation today. After all, she had shown him interesting things about herself when they were alone.And he wanted to find out more about it for reasons inexplicable to him. Of course, he wasn't interested in Bulma at all! How did he, the prince of the Saiyans, come to that too. But this tiny corner was somehow different. But also a stupid heart!

A short time later Vegeta got into the glider with Bulma and they took off. He didn't really like it that Bulma was driving this vehicle. After all, he could have flown her there like that, but he wouldn't offer that to her so easily. A little later they had already arrived at the hospital and were now sitting in a large hall. Bulma had to endure the usual preliminary examinations. When she had to go to the table where the iron content in her blood was to be measured, Vegeta got big eyes for the first time. At first he was tempted to prick the doctor's ear with a small needle, which was too long. How could he have done such a monstrous thing to Bulma?That's horrible. However, Bulma raised a pleading hand when he jumped up to give in to the temptation to give the doctor a decent sound. That was apparently okay with her. My Kami, that's unbelievable! How could she bear to be stuck by a needle so calmly? Against Vegeta's will, something like admiration spread through him. He was getting a little nervous, especially when he realized that no one had told him how to get the blood out of Bulma's veins. Carefully he looked around the room. A little further away there were several couches on which people lay with a thin tube that came out of their arms and ended in a small sack. Vegeta's eyes got bigger. Especially when he saw a man lay down on a free lounger and a short time later a helper in a white coat went to him to put the hose on him. She disinfected a spot in the crook of the man's arm and took out a package.When she tore it open, the Saiyan was able to identify the contents as a really thick needle. When the assistant put this on the crook of the man's arm, Vegeta quickly looked away. With the best will in the world, he couldn't see that. Bulma wouldn't let that be done to herself in all seriousness! That borders on, nonsense, that is already pure sadism! Vegeta began to bob his foot nervously and a greenish sheen played around his pointy nose. No! That can not be! Earthlings are wimps, they would never endure something like that without a lot of whimpering and screaming! And certainly not such a woman! He must have just missed something, after all, apart from the low murmuring of the people, it was quiet in the large hall. But he was still nervous.
Bulma came up to him and said: "So, everything is fine, now I just have to wait until a couch is available back there and then the donation will be made."
"Are you sure this is necessary?" Vegeta wanted to know now."Of course!" she replied, shaking her head blankly. What did he have again?
"Tell me, do you even know what they're doing here?" he spoke to her again.
"Of course, it's not the first time I'm doing this!" replied Bulma. They stick a needle into my veins, then a tube with a sack is connected to it, into which the blood then flows. Vegeta, what are you so nervous about? One could think that you ..... "
“But how can you stand it?” He looked at Bulma in disbelief. In the meantime he had sat down with Bulma on a couple of chairs at the edge and his foot was tapping the floor incessantly. And when a Saiyan foot taps nervously on the ground, you have the feeling that the earth would shake slightly. "I mean, voluntarily? It's tremendous pain! Better think about it again. You know, I have seen a lot at Freezer and had to take a lot, but that, that was the worst ever ....."Bulma's eyes grew large and round with astonishment. Vegeta had never spoken of his past, nor of Freezer either. And why was he so nervous? That was probably why he talked so unusually much. But she also knew the fear of needles from Son Goku.
".... He had humiliated me about every shit! I can't even count how often he hit me as a boy ....."
>> Oh my goodness, he really had to go through a lot with this tyrant. Sure, Freezer was a bad ass. And since he was afraid of a supersaiyajin on the one hand, but on the other hand did not want to forego the strength of the Saiyajins, he cut them down wherever he could so that they wouldn’t get the idea to mess with him. << Bulma deduced from Vegeta's fragmentary stories.
In the meantime a lounger had become free and Bulma made her way there. Vegeta also got up and