she looked. So fragile. He took her in his arms in relief and carried her back to bed.

In the evening Bulma was awakened by two voices. She heard them talking. That was Chichi, thought her. What is she doing here? The other voice was the most familiar to her, Vegeta! But since when has he been talking to Chichi for so long and especially voluntarily?He, the man of "many" words. The voices came closer and Bulma pretended she was still asleep.
"Oh my god (Dende), does she look bad." said Chichi in shock.
"Chichi you have to talk to her." Vegeta replied with a concern in her voice that she was not used to from him.
* Was that really Vegeta? * Chichi thought.
"Fine, I'll talk to her. She looks very limp and pale! I'll get her back on her feet!"
"Well then, I'm going to train again now! Do not disturb!" he grumbled to himself and went through the door.

Bulma, who overheard everything, struggled with herself. Should she at least tell Chichi? No. She was determined. That was entirely up to her.
She opened her eyes and pretended to be surprised.
"Oh Chichi, how do you come from? And why?"
"Vegeta called me, he was pretty upset. I don't even know him like that. He still didn't ask me to come here. I just wanted to see for myself whether you are doing as badly as he described it." she said gently so as not to upset Bulma unnecessarily."I think that's nice of you, but there was no need to worry. You know the new invention has to be finished. Trunks is with Goten and would probably like to stay the night if you don't mind. Bra is with Pan. It so it is a suitable weekend to relax and I promise you not to work for these two days. You can really go, I will definitely call you soon! " she said to Chichi, pale but with conviction.
"Ok ..." she replied "I think Vegeta overreacted. Somehow he's not that puffed up macho and ..." Chichi wanted to finish her sentence, but she was interrupted.
"That damn dirty thing. Bulma that damn gravity manipulator, it failed again! Now of all times you're getting sick!" Vegeta yelled through the house.
And Chichi ended her sentence with "... he is and remains an inflated macho!" she whispered and said goodbye to Bulma.After the supposedly broken training session, Vegeta was in a bad mood and even yelled at the pizza delivery person for no reason. After the food had been delivered (about 5 pizzas) he carried one on a tray to Bulma's bedroom. He waited until she gobbled down a few pieces. She wasn't happy to have to eat, but the thought that Vegeta was worried about her made her feel warm.
After dinner, Vegeta helped her change and they both fell asleep.

Black. No light. Where am I? Is there anyone?

There ... the female figure. Vegeta. What do you do? Her hands trembled and tried to catch Vegeta.
No! They kiss. How so? It got even darker and everything started to blur. Would he ever betray her? Never ... The salty tears flowed down like a rain shower over the black figures.
This dark planet appeared again in the background. But ... A loud bang and the explosion boomed through her skull.Black. Millions of particles buzzed around them.
The female figure embraced Vegeta and laughed underhandedly.

Silence.

This time Bulma screamed out his name. "Vegeta, noooo!"
Vegeta started up and saw Bulma crying. Why did she say his name? What was going on inside of her? He felt her aura more clearly than usual.
Was it hate and anger?
Or fear and sadness?
Vegeta took heart, pulled Bulma close so she could cry on his chest.
"Shh, take it easy!" he breathed in her ear.
She was trembling all over and the stabbing pain came back. Bulma's fear grew bigger and bigger. Instead of calming down, she got into it even more.
That laugh! It hurt so much!
She tore herself from his arms and ran into the bathroom that Bulma locked immediately. The thought of the kiss between ... It was too much, she vomited over the toilet. Her eyes still wet, she quickly undressed to wash away the feeling of disappointment and humiliation in the shower.Vegeta knocked wildly on the door, but no sound came from the bathroom.
"Don't do any nonsense!" he shouted in desperation.
Nothing...
With a strong kick the door was open. A relief spread across his face that nothing had happened. But a sob swallowed the relief all at once. What should he do? He made up his mind and took off his clothes.
As he stepped into the shower with her, he noticed how huddled and apathetic she was sitting on the floor and the water pattering down on her. Vegeta leaned down and picked her up. She threw herself around his neck and the tears ran down his torso.
Her delicate skin and the scent of her hair bewitched him like every time they stood together in the shower.
"Bulma, look at me!" he breathed gently into her ear.
Her apathetic eyes, however, were still staring at the same spot as before.
What should he do? Then he felt his heart speak, gently pulled her chin to his face and his lips found hers.At first it was cool, but Bulma's passion came back and she kissed him back.
"It is okay now!" she stammered.
Then she embraced him with a feeling that burned in both of them. Vegeta turned off the shower, took her in his arms and carried her to bed. He longed to touch her, but not in this state.
Vegeta pulled her back to him, hugged her tightly, and breathed ...
"I am with you! I protect you!"
After a few minutes, Bulma calmed down and appeared to be asleep.
Vegeta was also able to lean back and relax, and both slept tightly together, deeply and firmly.

The next morning Bulma woke up before Vegeta and could only vaguely remember yesterday's night. The sun pierced the blind and warmed her face.
So warm. So enjoyable.
Yawning, she stomped into the bathroom to run hot water. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was her.So pale and limp. As she got into the bathroom, she thought of the dream again.
Was it a sign? A sign that she needs to protect what she loved most?
She bit her lip and suddenly a thought occurred to her ...