Chapter: Vegeta-between pride and love part10

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Plagued by his thoughts, Vegeta disappeared in the middle of the night at the G.R. to further educate yourself with your training and to detach yourself from your thoughts. The next morning began, Bulma was up early, the shock of the previous night had cost her nerves. The sun, however, shines beautifully and carefree through the tilted window and tickled her skin. She lingered on her bed and looked at the corner into which she had thrown her picture with Yamcha. Without a word she got up and knelt in front of the broken picture in one of her short nightgowns. For some reason she still hadn't thrown the picture away, she gently brushed the broken pieces off the photo> Oh Yamcha, how could you do such a thing to me! <she sighed sadly when suddenly a familiar voice rang out which sounded quite subtle as always> Well, are you still mourning this weakling? "joked Vegeta. Bulma rolled her eyes in surprise> How?Where are you from? <her voice sounded desperate, she had neither seen nor heard him. But without further ado, she got hold of herself again and added: "Oh, what's that to do with you anyway?" she screamed with sparkling eyes. > Well ..! <Vegeta had to finish his sentence after a short attempt, "What am I interested in this?" he didn't know the answer himself, but to cover up his speechlessness he snarled, "I'm a prince, I can do whatever I want, remember the woman!" he teased slightly. > What else do you want? <Bulma's voice was unmistakably irritable. > The G.R. is broken fix it! <was his prince's voice. > No, I won't. Do it yourself! <she staggered him out with an insignificant wave of the hand while she looked up at him for the first time that morning, before she had only had her painful image in mind. She immediately worries that Vegeta was not wearing combat suit as usual, but only dark boxer shorts, otherwise he was naked.Startled, she pushed against her wardrobe, the dream of the previous night had caught up with her again. Her wide eyes stared at the half-naked Vegeta, who had his hands on his hips. From the bottom up, she began to look at him sharply. Her azure blue eyes wandered past his steely muscles "wow, he looks really stunning, those muscles!" Bulma began to rave about Vegeta, when her memory now called up its darker side again "Huh? I think Vegeta is amazing? There I only have a doctor left! " she shook her head gruffly. > You ... you only wear boxer shorts! she stammered embarrassed, Vegeta thought she saw a slight red in her face. With a critical look he looked down at himself> And what are you doing? Fix the G.R. now! <Vegeta tried to get back to the real topic. > Why should I? <growled Bulma with a patterned look. > Because I am a prince!<answered his cold voice, at the same moment he lifted the young woman skillfully over his shoulders. Desperate and angry, Bulma pounded Vegeta's back> Hey, at least let me put some clothes on so your eyes don't fall out again! Bulma screamed in her anger. Vegeta stopped abruptly at these words, but at first without a word, he immediately took his hand from Bulma so that it could slide down on him to the ground. She stopped in front of him in shock. A slight blush spread across Vegeta's face and he escaped her angry look by looking away> then hurry up or you will go with me! <his voice crunched in an unusually reassuring tone, perhaps out of shame. Quickly and for once obediently, Bulma changed clothes and repaired the G.R. without grumbling. > So done! <beamed Bulma satisfied. > then get out of the field! <said Vegeta coldly. Bulma didn't glare or counter at him, however. She just didn't have the strength to do it anymore. She was at the end of her psychic strength and stepped out worried.Longing for love, Bulma stayed in front of one of the windows of the G.R. stand .
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