A small blue ball of energy flew towards Taron. He fended off this ball with his left and emerged from behind his rival in a flash. His eyes flashed with malice. Taron finally wanted to end it and put his arm around his neck.
"Weakling, and you want to be a competitor to me, the prince of the Sayajins?"
A malicious laugh spread across his face. A faint crack was heard and the rival's neck was broken.
No mercy. No pity.
Taron spat on the lifeless body that lay before him. Applause came from the stands. The cheering crowd was thrilled by the spectacle that had just happened before their eyes.
Rinura couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her gaze fell and she was about to pass through the huge gate of the arena, but ...
"Wait, damn it! Why can't I impress you?" his blood boiled with rage.
Rinura just wanted out. Out of this hell, but her legs didn't want to go any further.As if frozen, she gazed into Taron's face with empty eyes.
"I am definitely the strongest here on this planet, if not in the universe. I am the prince and you, as the last living female Sayajin, should be by my side to build a people with me! Vegeta has to be New-Vegeta People and you abandoned! What else do you want to hear? "Taron's voice trembled.
Rinura turned away from him apathetically.
"Vegeta is and will be our prince ..." she muttered, "... my prince!"
With all her might, she tried to move her legs. She turned her back on the arena and left.
Angrily, Taron tore at her shoulder and turned her around.
"That's enough for me! I'll do whatever you ask!" his teeth ground.
What a humiliation for a Sayajin warrior. But what else should he do?
A moment passed and Rinura glared at him.
"You can do something."
Taron's eyes widened.
"Tell me!"
"If you can bring Vegeta here, fight him and win, then I'll be the woman by your side!"She knew he had no choice and was enjoying the moment of triumph.
Taron thought about it. What else could he do?
He wanted revenge ... take revenge on a guy who had let everyone down. And revenge for Rinura losing her heart to him.
"I agree, Vegeta does not deserve the prince title and he will pay for it! I will retire for a few weeks to train even harder. You will see how flat I will blow him!"
A couple of Seedas (residents of New Vegeta, servants of the Sayajins) came over and heaved the body off the ground. Unfortunately at the wrong time.
Taron was seething with anger inside and had to let it run free. He let a huge golden beam flare up from his hand, aimed it at the Seedas and triggered a huge explosion.
"I will win!" he shouted with all his might. "You'll see Rinura!"
His words echoed in the gigantic sayajin buildings.Rinura had to smile and mumbled:
"I am really happy that you are bringing my lover here. He will stay with me forever!

Bulma got out of the tub and got dressed. Inside she was very excited. What would Vegeta think of her idea?
Hopping happily, she headed for the kitchen to make breakfast for him. In the meantime, Vegeta stomped into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. The scent of scrambled eggs, bacon, rice and other delicacies spread through the house.
Bulma was at the stove waving the pan of bacon as he stepped through the door frame and crossed his arms.
"Finally a real breakfast again!" said Vegeta with wide eyes.
That was Vegeta. Sensitive beforehand and after a few moments back to normal.
"A 'good morning' wouldn't be bad either, Mr. Prince!" she whispered back.
* She seems to be feeling better again * Vegeta smiled to himself.
"Yes yes, let's eat!"They ate together, but Bulma just poked around at her scrambled eggs and watched him famished about the food.
It was the right time. She waited a moment and stared at him. After a while Vegeta noticed and looked up.
Bulma took a deep breath.
"Can you teach me how to fight?

He immediately choked and stared at her incredulously. Did he hear right? You who didn't really like fighting. Was she really asking him if he would teach her to fight?
His thoughts were racing and he wasn't sure what to answer.
"Yes, you heard right. Today is Sunday. Trunks and Bra are gone. It is the right time to start training. What do you think?"
Vegeta's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Tell me, are you kidding me?"
"Not in the slightest. Please show me a few basic steps and punching techniques!"
"Uh .." he stammered, since Vegeta didn't know how to take it, "Why do you want that?I thought you were so stressed with your invention? "
"The prototype is as good as finished. Besides, I don't always want to be the one who has to be saved."
Vegeta could feel how attractive it was to hear her talk like that. But ever something like that from her?
"Well, we'll meet in the training room after breakfast!"
"Very good!" she said with a happy expression on her face and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

Still completely dazed by Bulma's words, he sat in the training room and waited for her. After a while she came in.
"You're too late, damn it! I thought ..." his rough tone turned into a stutter.
"Since when ... have ... you ... something like that ... hanging in the closet?" he swallowed and a reddening of the face became evident. Bulma wore a blue body and hot pants underneath that revealed a lot of her femininity.
"Not only you can look sporty! After all, I had times when I did aerobics and other sports!" she snorted back, but a slight red sheen also formed on her cheeks."What is it? Are we finally getting started? Don't stand there so rooted. Show me something!"
"Well, let's see if an Earthling like you doesn't give up immediately!" he smiled scornfully at her.
"Pah! Don't talk, show me something. Or is the prince unable to teach me something? Then I'll ask Goku, after all, he also trained Chichi!" she countered and the blow hit Vegeta in the face.
He frowned, grabbed Bulma by the arm and looked deep into her eyes.
"You think that Karkarott could train you better than me? Pah! That pseudo-hero." His ambition was reflected in his deep, black eyes.
"This is my Vegeta!" she smiled mischievously and Vegeta noticed that he had fallen into her trap.
He let go of her again, stood behind her and put his hands around her waist.

Vegeta smelled the scent of her hair. They were tied in two pigtails. So naughty and tough. He liked seeing her like that very much. He just couldn't let it show how nice it was to be so close to her.Bulma brushed the highlights off her face and had to concentrate. It was difficult for her not to think about his strong hands that could do anything to her. Her back was leaning against his muscular chest and his breathing was faster than usual.

"Very well. We'll start with the basic position of the legs." His breath brushed her ear and made Bulma flinch. A comforting feeling rose in her.
Vegeta tilted one leg forward and pushed the other leg backwards.
“You have to stand safe and firm!” Bulma nodded.
“Now arms.” He raised her arms in front of her face and clenched her hands into fists. He stepped in front of her and demonstrated the best way to protect herself by faking blows. Vegeta was amazed at how fast and smoothly she moved. She looked so fragile.
After practicing the defensive position for an hour, they took a short break. He noticed how stubborn and dogged she was about the whole thing and that was fun.Small beads of sweat dripped from the tip of Bulma's nose as she took a long gulp of water.
"We continue!" said Vegeta and waved her over.
With a sigh she got up and gave him the sign to continue.
"Since you have to put on some muscles, we will now do strength training. We start with sit-ups and work up to push-ups!"
"Um ..." stammered Bulma "... if you want to scratch me off the floor later, we can do that!"
A smile crossed Vegeta's face.
"Are you too weak for that? I should have thought!"
She bit her teeth and got ready for the situps! She counted ambitiously ... 1, 2, 3, ... 35, 36 ... 50. Vegeta was amazed. He could never have imagined that Bulma would take on something like that. Chichi yes, but not Bulma. Vegeta joined her on the floor and also started counting his situps. 1, 2, 3 ... 40, 41, 42 ... 78, 79, 80 ... 120 ..."Show off!" she spurred. "You're just afraid that I'll become stronger than you one day!" and he could hear her laughter loudly. He stepped up to her, took her arms, pulled her legs away with his foot and let her sink to the floor. With so much laughter, Bulma noticed what was happening to her very late.
"What was that?" She looked puzzled at Vegeta, who was sitting on top of her with a grin. He leaned forward and whispered: “You will never be stronger than me!” The prince wanted to kiss her and leaned over to her.
But her hands braced against his torso. Vegeta noticed the resistance and looked at Bulma in amazement.
"You don't think you've won yet!" while she distracted him with a sticking out tongue, she fought her legs free and caught him off guard. Vegeta stared at Bulma, who was now sitting on top of him, completely perplexed. She looked him long and deep. Her lips came close to his and her mouth formed ...
Vegeta closed his eyes, he wanted it to never end.“I'm hungry, we're breaking up for this morning!” Bulma looked into Vegeta's angry face and was happy about her triumph. She wanted to let him feel how hard it always was to be turned away.
Both straightened up and Vegeta walked out the door without looking at Bulma.
"I'll take a shower first!" he whispered and made a disparaging gesture.
Without having regrets, she threw her towel over her shoulder and left the training room.
With her sweaty clothes on, she went into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge to find something to eat for Vegeta. In the blink of an eye she conjured up a fragrant meal and it wasn't long before he was standing in the kitchen and looking over her shoulder.
"Why