Chapter: B / V - The impossible story

CHAPTER 9: MY RIGHT, RIGHT SEAT IS EMPTY ... I WISH FOR VEGETA <br />
HERE! <br />
Vegeta woke up with a vague feeling. Did it just feel like it or had <br />
can he still smell fresh water? <br />
* Bra! *, it shot through his head. The next question followed: <br />
* Who is Bra? * <br />
In his confused dream she was his daughter! He and Bulma had a - no, <br />
he <br />
corrected himself - two children together. A boy named Trunks and Bra <br />
just. The little one had been cut out of her mother's face. And <br />
she had been able to wrap Vegeta around her little finger. He smiled at the <br />
Thoughts. His daughter! Just a moment! He had to do something <br />
overlooked ... Presumably the fact that he didn't have a daughter ?! <br />
After all, he knew about it! Vegeta's mood fell. How could <br />
he <br />
just missing someone who didn't exist, never existed?That was easy to <br />
crazy. Oh, what was crazy? About a child, a life with Bulma, who <br />
Woman ... the woman ...? What was he about to think? The woman he loved? <br />
Vegeta lay motionless on his bed and followed the rays of the sun coming through <br />
the <br />
poorly closed blinds and strange patterns on the ceiling <br />
drew. His eyes widened in knowledge and when his head wasn't <br />
would still hurt like hell if he had put the palm of his hand on the <br />
Forehead beaten. *The desire! *, he thought and ... yes, he was half smiling. <br />
This shooting star thing was designed for something else, but <br />
... <br />
Well, this was ... different. Better? Of course! He just had to get Bulma out of it
convince that he was right for her. But first he had to get a <br />
Get aspirin. <br />
~~~ # - # ~~~ <br />
“Ouch!” Again Bulma broke her fingernail.That <br />
Typing and cataloging test results was obviously not a <br />
so <br />
great opportunity to work off. Without further ado she fished for an ordinary <br />
Paper scissors and cut off her remaining seven good nails. For filing <br />
if she didn't feel like it, she could at least press the keys more vigorously
to press. After two lines she stopped abruptly and looked at her sharp-edged <br />
Nails. Why was she sitting in the lab tapping her fingers instead of <br />
Vegeta, scratching that other woman's memory? Yes, that's exactly what she would <br />
to do! She was Bulma, after all, and that ominous bra could stay where she <br />
wanted, or rather where the pepper grows! <br />
Vegeta wasn't in his room so Bulma drove the next one
potential <br />
Location at: the feeding place, called the kitchen. <br />
There he sat, with his back to her, half bent over the table, which was over and <br />was littered over with goodies. Shit, he'd already noticed her. That left <br />
himself <br />
inferred from this as he sat up straight, stopped eating, and <br />
even turned to her ... with a few crumbs around her mouth. Bulma could <br />
not suppressing a smile, stepped closer, traced the curve of his lower lip <br />
and irritated the sensitive skin with her torn off nail. You <br />
wanted to pull the finger back, but suddenly it seemed as if it was stuck to the ground. <br />
Vegeta stared spellbound at the hand at his eye level, <br />
while he wondered if that brief, simple, insignificant touch in Bulma <br />
caused just as much a flood of emotions as it did in him. Slowly he raised his head <br />
to be able to read in her gaze. But Bulma's finger slipped off his <br />
Lippe and the spell was broken, the magical moment was gone. The expression <br />
it was still clear in her blue-green eyes, however.She wanted him! That <br />
was a start. You could build on it, even if it was long, cold <br />
Wouldn't warm winter nights ... No, he was wandering off again. <br />
"Hungry?", Vegeta asked and pointed to the <br /> across from him
Chair. "Have a seat." <br />
Bulma paused. Crumbs around the mouth - Yeah, that was typical Vegeta. Ask for <br />
your <br />
Hunger - No, that wasn't typical Vegeta. Except maybe ... Except <br />
of course, he knew she was pregnant! No, no ... where should he <br />
knowledge? She herself had no idea about her <br /> two days ago
impending motherhood. Even if Vegeta could sense auras, and <br />
his son in her grew (and was accordingly strong), but Bulma doubted <br />
very much that he could already feel Trunks. Trunks ... Actually, she was still <br />
Her parents, by the way, wanted a <br />
Trip to Hawaii won the lottery and now for two and a half <br />Weeks <br />
weren't there, nor asking for advice, but ... Trunks was a great name. <br />
Bulma noticed Vegeta's slightly confused expression. Oh, it was <br />
still <br />
always. She quickly sat down on a chair and nodded, already back in <br />
Lost in thought. No, Vegeta didn't know anything about the child. So why was he <br />
suddenly changed, worried about her? She had about <br />
taken off? Quite the opposite. Was it her own fault? But that would mean <br />
that she meant something to him. A very attractive option. Still <br />
stayed <br />
the problem with bra. Surely she couldn't be his girlfriend. Probably <br />
he only dreamed of her. A painful sting ran through her chest and let <br />
immediately identify as jealousy. He dreamed of another! <br />
Why <br />
actually not from her? <br />
Vegeta kept glancing at Bulma, she kept staring at him <br />
thoughtful <br />at. What was she thinking? Somehow she seemed depressed .. That's how Vegeta had her <br />
never seen. Something must have happened. Something important, something that is <br />
put everything that has happened so far in a different light, something world-changing ... <br />
Vegeta shook his head. Didn't he interpret a little too much <br />
into it? <br />
What should have happened already? Enlightenment took place in a roundabout way. He <br />
knew what would happen if his dreams turned out to be reliable <br />
proven. Trunks. You would have a boy. But now? You <br />
had <br />
but only once ... two ... or three times? Definitely just one night. Was <br />
the <br />
possible? Was that why Bulma was so confused? It was positive for her, that was <br />
clear. Positive enough to fall in love with him? He probably had to <br /> her first
to lure something out of the reserve, to make it more palatable to her. Show her it <br />
could be mutual ?!<br />
Bulma's thoughts were racing. Why was Vegeta so ... accommodating? My <br />
God, he only asked if she was hungry! But why did he see her <br />
so <br />
caring, loving? Why did his lips move without a sound <br />
penetrated her ear canal? Bulma's brain used millions of cells that <br />
To decode the incoming message: “Aishiteru, Aijin.” Well, there was probably a <br />
Error in the system. Aishiteru, Aijin? Bulma hastily ate a few bites. Maybe <br />
it was only because of her empty stomach. Aishiteru, Aijin. Why saw <br />
someone lovingly to someone, if not because they were in love with that person? <br />
That was more than Bulma had expected at the beginning. In love? Vegeta and <br />
you? Vegeta, she and Trunks? Oh yes! <br />
"I'm ..." Bulma began. <br />
"Pregnant?", Vegeta finished her sentence and feasted on her <br />
obvious surprise. <br />
"Where from ...?" She asked and he explained the matter with his dreams to her.That <br />
Bulma again recalled 'Bra', which she immediately brought up. <br />
"She is Trunks' sister." <br />
"Huh?" <br />
"His future, younger sister." <br />
Aishiteru, Aijin. <br />
"Me too, Shoufu. Aishiteru." Bulma reached out and stroked <br />
her fingertips over Vegeta's cheek. "Do you still have a headache?" <br />
"I don't feel anything anymore." <br />
"That sounds bad, huh?" <br />
"Can you do something about it?" Vegeta asked quietly and pulled Bulma onto his <br />
Lap. <br />
"Now?" She pretended to have to think about it first. Then a <br /> conjured up
Smile on her face. "But always." The weight a little forward <br />
Shifting, Bulma slowly approached Vegeta's mouth. Just before they are <br />
touched them, stopped them and whispered against his lips: "Say it again!" <br />
"Aishiteru, Bulma-chan ..." <br />
~~~ # - # ~~~ <br />
"When are your parents coming home?", Vegeta wanted to know quietly and pressed <br />his lips on Bulma's bare neck. <br />
The sun was just rising and bathed the room in golden light. <br />
Neither of the two had closed an eye, it was too big so far <br />
unsatisfied hunger one after the other. <br />
"In about 16 days," replied Bulma. Then she turned once in <br />
Vegeta's hug so that she could look him in the face. "What do you have <br />
actually wanted? Back then ... Hm? "<br />
"What do I get for telling you?" He asked with a raised <br />
Brow and a slight grin. <br />
"Your son and ... me", she replied cheekily and saw her counterpart <br />
waiting <br />
at. “Not enough?” <br />
As soon as Bulma had finished speaking, she felt her mouth with <br />
Vegetas covered. "Answer ... enough?" He gasped afterwards, breathlessly. <br />
"To be honest, no. What was your wish now?" <br />
Vegeta sighed, then gave her information: "I wanted my <br />Perfect training results. The wish went into another <br />
Let's go ... "<br />
"Is that why the night in your old guest room ...?" <br />
"Yes. I'm glad it turned out that way ..." <br />
Bulma breathed light kisses on Vegeta's neck and neck and asked <br />
whispering: "And what exactly did you want now?" <br />
"Perfection." <br />
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To be continued in Chapter 10: 'Interruptus` <br />