followed her without talking to Bulma like a waterfall.She didn't get that very clever from what he was saying, but she just let him. After all, she might find out something interesting in the process.
"Well, if I were you, I wouldn't have my blood drawn. And certainly not in this way! That's inhuman!" the Vegeta continued to talk to the turquoise-haired woman
>> You'd think Vegeta is worried about me! How sweet! << Bulma thought to herself and lay down on the couch. Loudly she said energetically: "Now make space so that the helper can work here in peace!" The Saiyajin had positioned himself exactly in front of the couch. And then there was the best proof that our prince was completely irrelevant at the thought of thick needles: he moved a few steps away from the couch without contradiction. A helper quickly took advantage of this and went to the couch to put Bulma's needle.
"But Bulma, you won't seriously let them ram thick needles into your arms.that's totally sadistic! Besides, that will soon no longer be necessary, because your father will build medi-tanks, then blood donations are totally superfluous ... "Vegeta continued talking like a waterfall, only more imploringly, stepping restlessly from one foot to the other.
Bulma grinned inwardly. A strong, dangerous warrior who breaks his bones in his battles and who dares to face any enemy, no matter how strong, but who gets into a state of fear as banal as a syringe. And that with Vegeta, who usually left everything cold. She had to keep from laughing, especially because Vegeta was talking and talking meanwhile. So, the nice little prince actually has a real weak point!
".... and besides, you should build me some more devices and before you die I would like to know how you know that I sometimes feel lonely and strange and generally ..... NO, I can't do that look at!"With these words Vegeta turned away with a jerk, because the helper was about to stick the needle in Bulma's arm.
Not even a minute later Bulma shouted: "Vegeta, turn around again, it already happened!"
Vegeta was now looking down at Bulma with wide eyes. When he looked at Bulma's arm, from which the needle with the tube protruded, his eyes widened even more in horror. Then they twisted until only the white was visible. With an elegant half Rittberger, the Saiyajin prince fell on the floor and lay there motionless. Bulma looked astonished and down at him and sighed: "Who has to take care of whom here?"

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He felt a needle being drilled into his left shoulder a little above. A hell of a pain shrugged through the shoulder, pulled the left arm up to the hand without passing. There! The next puncture, this time above the right shoulder, whereupon it seemed to explode. But he wouldn't scream!No, he doesn't. Vegeta clenched his teeth tightly. He was a Saiyan and used to pain, especially since he was accepted into Freezer. And a Saiyan doesn't scream !!! Now he felt the needle trying to find its way through the skin on his lower spine. Now it was as if he was being skinned alive and someone was burning his raw flesh all over! When he was stuck with a needle in the neck, his self-control was lost and he screamed and screamed ..... then he felt a few light blows on his cheek and everything blurred around him ...
"Vegeta! Come to you at last!" The first thing he saw were Bulma's eyes that looked at him first concerned and then relieved. "Everything ok, he came to!" she called back over her shoulder. "Man, what was the matter with you?" she asked him. "First you tip over right in front of my couch and you have just moaned as if you had dreamed something bad.You're sweaty too. "
Vegeta first had to locate where he was. Oh yes, he had gone to the blood donation with Bulma and now he was lying on one of the couches. Very carefully he first checked his arms to see if anyone had dared to tap into him as well. No, thanks to Kamisei, they had left him alone. Then he looked at Bulma. She stood in front of him, had a plaster in the crook of her right arm and seemed to be doing well. It was probably already done. My Kami, how could she survive this ordeal so easily? He hadn't heard a peep from her. "Is everything all right with you? That must have hurt like hell!" he heard himself ask.
"Oh Vegeta, you can be really cute!" replied Bulma, leaned over and breathed a kiss on his cheek. "Come on, now let's get out of here. I still have work to do!" With these words, she turned around and slowly walked towards the exit.
The Saiyan prince remained frozen on the couch. There!There it was again! That strange feeling that his legs are made of jelly and his stomach is twisting. Damn it, what was that supposed to mean? Why did his body react so strangely as soon as her lips touched him? Slowly he no longer fully believed that it was always a coincidence, because after all, logical thinking was inherent in him. Slowly, Bulma's words stole their way into his train of thought. Cute. She had called him cute. CUTE!!??? That brought the disillusionment! With one jump he suddenly jumped up from the bed. "I AM NOT CUTE !!! I AM THE PRINCE OF THE SAIYAJINS!" furious, he stomped towards Bulma, who had meanwhile reached the exit and was waiting for him visibly impatient. "I AM STRONG AND CRUEL! AND A FIGHTER! AND I AM CERTAINLY NOT CUTE !!!" he kept shouting.
When he got to Bulma she just asked him calmly: "Are you finished now? Can we finally go now? The people here have enough to talk now."Vegeta slowly looked around. All eyes were on him and some whispered softly. "What is there to gawk at?" he asked into the crowd before Bulma pulled him outside with her.
>> These Saiyans are just plain embarrassing! << Bulma thought to himself and remembered Goku's antics when he was a little boy.