Dr. Briefs stood worriedly in the kitchen door and watched his daughter Bulma, lost in thought, listening to the pounding rain in front of the window. Only the low sigh on her part broke the silence every now and then: "Was it such a good idea to let Vegeta live here?"
Thoughtfully, he looked at his daughter, whose hands clenched into fists: "I don't think he's going to harm us."
"But he killed our friends! He killed Yamcha!"
Bulma winced at the mention of his name and sighed, sank down on a chair: "The dragon balls have revived you."
"What if that happens again. Vegeta didn't hold back from trying to wipe the earth out!"
"I know." Bulma stared thoughtfully at a picture that she and her family showed smiling happily at the camera and straightened her shoulders: "My feeling was not wrong about Son Goku back then either."
" I know but…."
"Leave his papa well." Bulma got up and put a comforting hand on his shoulder: "If you help him to train, he will leave you alone."

She smiled encouragingly at him and grabbed the tray that her mother had previously generously loaded with food. What was going on in her when she had offered him to live with them. And that voluntarily ?!
But somehow he couldn't get it out of her head. There had to be something like a soft core in him. Something that could be turned outside, as was the case with Son Goku back then. They came from the same planet, after all. Was Son Goku in his good-naturedness or Vegeta in his wickedness the exception?
Sighing, she knocked on the upstairs door and stepped in when no one answered. The full moon lit the room in spite of the rain, the clouds of which almost completely obscured it. Vegeta had opened the patio door and was staring into the cold night.

“Did I let you come in ?!” His voice was sharp, cold. And yet Bulma was not deterred: "My mother made you something to eat. She was hoping to see you at dinner."
Vegeta's hand, which had previously been lying quietly on his knee, clenched into a fist: "I'm just wasting time hanging out with you primitive people!"
Bulma winced at his harsh choice of words before she straightened her shoulders and placed the tray on the garden table for him: "You are still a guest in our house!"
"I am a prince!"
"And if you are a sucker from the nursery I don't care at all! In my parents' house every guest is still king, even though they know that you killed our friends!"
"All I want is to get stronger so that one day I can stand in the way of Son Goku!"
Bulma shrugged indifferently when she noticed the throbbing vein on his forehead. This constant declaration of war gradually got on her mind:"You must be hungry, so eat."

Growling, Vegeta stared at the huge selection that was piled up on the tray and then looked at Bulma who looked at him waiting. What exactly did she want from him? He had landed on earth to wait for Son Goku and had accepted the offer to stay here. Even if she was a woman, she was right. It turned out to be the cheapest place to stay informed.
Freezer came to earth to take revenge and they were all warned by the sayajin from the future about the cyborgs that were to appear in 3 years. 3 years.
Capsule Corporation enabled him to train harder than anywhere else on earth. So why should he go?
They were all too afraid of him to disturb him in his training. Except for Bulma. She seemed to be respectful but not afraid. Where did that come from?

"I could kill you with ease" His voice was cold, the tone challenging, but Bulma just smiled: "If you don't start eating soon, it will be cold."
Why was it not possible to talk to him normally? Did everything consistently boil down to murder and manslaughter? Bulma folded her hands in front of her chest waiting as Vegeta eyed her coolly before he started to eat.
He was in no way inferior to Son Goku - even if he managed to shovel it all into himself in a much more elegant way. In true prince fashion. Bulma coughed as she caught herself in her own thoughts and stared into the darkness
"You can go" Vegeta's voice tore her from his thoughts. He handed her the empty plate and underscored his request with a finger pointing in the direction of the door.
Bulma sighed and searched his eyes for something that might suggest gratitude.
And yet it seemed like he wasn't powerful enough to show emotion.

"Only you will not succeed in this family."
"What did you say?" Bulma smiled and winked at Vegeta knowingly: "My father has renewed a number of modules on the space capsule again. So you can fully start your training again tomorrow."
It didn't seem to take 10 seconds before Vegeta rushed into the room, tore off his shirt and slipped into his sweatpants. Everything before Bulma's puzzled eyes.
"You don't want to exercise. It's the middle of the night!"
"Then go to bed, damn it!"
Without waiting for an answer from her, he had already disappeared and a few minutes later Bulma felt the vibrations that indicated that he had started the training capsule.
Silently she grabbed his things and took them into the bathroom. She was already serving him as if she were his domestic servant. Grumbling, she paused and hesitantly sniffed the shirt that he had taken off. What was it about him that she kept trying to approach him again?
"I urgently need to buy new shower supplies."Shaking her head, she stuffed everything into the washing machine before stopping the program:" It just smells too good. "

Was it her fate to be constantly interested in men whom she would rather quarter than pay attention to?