"Wonderful." Sighing, Bulma leaned back and enjoyed the hot full bath that she had just let herself in.
She had spent the whole afternoon running after Vegeta to repair all those inventions that he had abused as training objects. Was it in the essence of a Sayajin to constantly see how long household items lasted before they charred?
Bulma grunted and took a handful of foam to hold it in front of her nose.
Nothing in Vegeta's behavior indicated that the encounter at the lake would have changed anything. Bulma hadn't expected much, but now she wasn't even sure if he hadn't laughed at her instead of laughing with her. She furrowed her forehead with an effort and tried to remember the expression on his face. He had laughed, and yet the look in his eyes hadn't changed. Vegeta the unapproachable.
Annoyed, she blew the foam out of her hand and plunged completely into the bathtub. She clearly had to think too much about him. Time to wash your head clean again.

Vegeta grunted contentedly as he turned the training capsule back to gravity. 200 G. He could be satisfied. For today.
Already at the stairs he pulled his shirt over his head and ignored Mrs. Briefs who waved to him happily from the kitchen.
“What a great abs, Vegeta!” She hugged her face in delight and watched him until he disappeared around the corner. For her, the protruding vein on Vegeta's forehead was nothing to worry about. After all, she was always there when she met him. He seemed to groom her like others groom their beard.
At least her daughter wasn't showing any of these character changes. Two women of such proportions and he would deal the fatal blow to himself. Even a super sayajin was completely powerless here.
Vegeta grimaced in disgust when he smelled the t-shirt. It was definitely time for a shower.

Bulma had closed her eyes and was enjoying the silence that the water spread around her. Re-energizing was exactly what she needed now. If it hadn't been for a piece of clothing that stole into the bathtub with her and made her appear exasperated. What was it again?
Again something flew in their direction and Bulma looked around questioningly. Before she blushed.

Bulma was a woman of stature. Maybe a bit exhausting now and then, but also infinitely stubborn and quick-witted. They were quickly enraged, but seldom completely thrown off the mark. And yet she stared with open mouth at the shower stall, the door of which was just closing.
Vegeta's butt. Bulma rubbed her eyes in disbelief before staring in his direction again. She must have drowned. Had her game of holding her breath taken too far and now had to pay for it. But with Vegeta?What did she do to be punished like this? To know his malicious character, to notice his good looks and yet have to realize that she couldn't have one thing?
"There you can experience something God!"
She got up in rage when the shower suddenly went out and Vegeta was shimmy for a towel. Resigned, Bulma sank into the tub and dived again. Could You Die Twice? If so, then it was God's turn to make miracles happen.

Bulma began to wonder when the air in her lungs slowly drained and she had to come to terms with resurfacing. Did you still breathe even though you were dead?
"Hmmm." Bulma sighed thoughtfully and opened her eyes as she breathed fresh air again. Only to look straight into the cold eyes of Vegeta, who looked at her waiting. His hands were on the edge of the bathtub so that he could fully concentrate on them: "I'm taking a shower."
In a nutshell. Which probably also meant that he couldn't use her in the bathroom. But just as Bulma was about to apologize, it occurred to her that she was in the bathroom first. So no reason to bow to him.
She looked challengingly into his eyes and tried to adopt a tone that was just as indifferent as he always did: "And I bathe as you can see right now."
There she was again. This oh-so-famous vein that slowly began to pound again.
The game with fire began.

Vegeta eyed her carefully before turning around: "You have two minutes to get out of the bathroom. And don't worry, I'll stay here until you are out of the bathroom. There is nothing worth seeing."
Bulma couldn't see the smile on Vegeta's face as she tossed the soap at him. But if it would also be too nice, she could bring him to his knees like that.
Defiantly, Bulma began to slide deeper into the tub and shoveled enough bath foam around her body to make it difficult for Vegeta to see through. Even if he didn't care. There was certainly nothing to see.
“I'm not going.” Her voice was defiant, her eyes stubbornly straight. "Since you're already out of the shower anyway, you can leave right away."
Vegeta laughed and gave her a challenging look: "You will feel sorry for your stubbornness."
"Stubbornness?" Bulma smiled, "I have my pride too, Vegeta. And at least I'll leave the bathroom when I think it's right."

The vein on Vegeta's forehead throbbed. And yet there was something else too. His back was still to her, and he felt almost respectful. She actually had the courage not to give in. She was clearly crazy, but why not? After all, a person who dared to stand in his way. Having to fight this fight in the bathroom, he left out in his mind.
One movement and he would have what he wanted. He knew that as well as she did.But why not make a game out of it? She literally wanted to do it.
His eyes flash in amusement for a moment before he leaned against the wall and crouched down there: "I can wait."
In Bulma's eyes the aggressiveness spoke when she clenched her hand underwater into a fist: "Me too."
"We don't have to make a game out of it."
Bulma snorted, "Who said this is a game?"

Vegeta growled and closed his eyes. Then he found the time to try some concentration exercises. He had time.
He could literally feel that Bulma was getting more restless from minute to minute. The water was getting cold. But when she wanted to reach for the tap, he opened his eyes and broke the silence: "Nana, we don't want to disregard the rules of the game."
Bulma snorted but Vegeta did not deign to react: "You could end it with one sentence. I will also hand you a towel."
Shaking her head, Bulma stared at her hands, which began to shake noticeably from the cold, as did her lips. She was about to catch a cold, but what would she give for not giving Vegeta such satisfaction again?
She couldn't take it much longer. 5, maximum ten minutes.
Vegeta had closed his eyes and yet he felt her every movement. Took the trembling of her lips and legs was. Could see the cold creeping into her body.
She was a human woman. Did she really think she could compete with him?
Would she give Klein up on her own?

Bulma clenched her teeth with a clatter. It was so far. She had to admit she didn't have a chance. Even if the question of who would get the bathroom has not been a question for a long time. But Vegeta got ahead of her. She gave a startled gasp as he grabbed her hips and heaved her outside to wrap her in an oversized towel at the same time. Without paying attention to her contradictions, he picked her up and put her under the shower. Turned the water on hot and watched as it slowly began to thaw again.
At a questioning look on her part, he shrugged his shoulders: "Not recommended if you don't know your limits."
Bulma grunted and elicited a slight twitch from Vegeta around the corner of his mouth: "You are still a human woman."

He went out of the bathroom in silence and left it to Bulma to be able to thaw herself again.
"But a very strong woman," he muttered in his mind before returning to training. He was clearly preoccupied with things that he couldn't even give a hint of attention.

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So my dear ones. That was a little foretaste of my fan fiction. So that I even know how it works and whether you even want it to continue, I would of course be very happy about reviews! After all, every writer needs that like the air they breathe.Until then Lg to all =))