Chapter: Vegeta - Incredible Part9

Part9 or: Vegeta - Incredible (* g *)
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Jamchu answered. "Hello? This is Jamchu." Came the phone. "Hello Jamchu? This is Bulma. I have to talk to me. Are you coming over?" "Ok."
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When he arrived at Bulma, he rang the doorbell. Bulma opened it. "You wanted to talk to me?" he asked a little frightened. “Exactly.” She didn't sound better either. But then ... "WÄHHHH WÄHH!" shouted the little Trunks who had just woken up. "Who is that?" Jamchu asked, but clearly worried. “Come on, I'll show you.” She said and went up the stairs.
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Arrived in Trunks room she lifted him out of his bed. "He looks like the cut of your face. Let me guess, is it your son?" Jamchu sounded determined this time. "Yes, but what I wanted to tell you, we should break up with each other." Um, yes, I should have told you at some point, it's better that way. "Bulma was amazed. - I didn't think it would be that easy-."Thanks Jamchu." "Bulma? Can I talk to Vegeta for a moment?" "Vegeta? Why Vegeta?" "Oh, I know that the child can only be from him." "OK, but don't do it rashly. Jamchu Just nodded and then disappeared in the direction of Vegeta's room - hopefully everything will go well - thought Bulma.
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In Vegeta's room:
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Vegeta was sitting on the bed, his legs drawn up and his head propped on his hands. He thought. –I have already experienced a lot with Bulma, I can't even imagine that she got me around ...- He smiled. -What did she say? That I only ever needed my hands to kill, and then she asked if my hands could stroke my hands ...- The knock on the door tore him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he said dryly. It was Jamchu (who else?). At the sight of Vegeta he was startled, he had never seen him in normal clothes (he was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans), and so ... so thoughtful!"Have a seat ..." It was Vegeta. Jamchu's eyes widened because he only had something like - WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE? - expected, but he didn't know that much friendliness from Vegeta. After some hesitation, he sat down. “Trunks is yours, isn't it?” Jamchu started the conversation. Vegeta looked up and just nodded. "You know, Jamchu, I've only fought my whole life ..." Now it was enough for Jamchu, he hadn't expected so much openness and friendliness from Vegeta, not at all! And he had called him Jamchu, and not - weakling - or - human! "Tell me, Vegeta, are you sick? You don't train, you call me by my name, you don't yell at me ... everything OK?" "Yes, yes ... would you please leave me alone now, I have to think ... "Jamchu disappeared.
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The phone rang at Son-Goku's.
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"Hello, this is Jamchu, I really need to talk to you, it's about Vegeta."
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"What is it? Go ahead."
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"Vegeta is acting weird!He doesn't yell at me, he calls me Jamchu, he doesn't say a word about any prince, he asks me to leave him alone because he has to think, he no longer trains, he puts on normal clothes, he says quite normally: " Have a seat, he's open and friendly and he has children with Bulma. Is that enough for you? "
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"What? I'll call the others right away, we're going to have a summer party today, then we'll see what's going on. I'll call Bulma right away, us you please C18, Kuririn and the others."
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"OK Bye."
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HONK HONK HONK...
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"What, a celebration? Of course we will! Bye!"
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"VEGETA! WE'RE GOING TO A CELEBRATION TO SON-GOKU! WILL YOU COME WITH?"
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