Chapter: He loves her, he doesn't love her ... - Part 3

He loves her, he doesn't love her .... - Part 3: <br />
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Hi! <br />
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I found time to write again. Could just squeeze it in between. My teachers are slowly starting to spin. May write a history paper on Tuesday and give a presentation in German (I hate presentations !!!!!) about the poem, ie recite the poem by heart (I hate that too !!!!!), interpretation of it and the author's résumé . The only stupid thing is that I can't do anything with the poem ("Nachtgedanken" by Heinrich Heine ") !!!!! That doesn't mean anything to me !! * be desperate * !!!! <br />
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But now back to the next part of my FF. Hope you like it. <br />
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Have fun! <br />
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Part 3: <br />
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The next morning Bulma woke up when the sun was shining on her face. She actually forgot to lower the shutters. That had never happened to her either. But whatever, then she just got up.She couldn't go to sleep now anyway. She turned to her alarm clock. 8 o'clock. Still a bit sleepy, she crawled out of bed and got dressed. Then she went down to the kitchen. There was no trace of Vegeta anywhere. Luckily. Then she could at least have breakfast in peace. <br />
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She didn't hear from Vegeta all morning. She wondered if she should check on him. Maybe he was hurt again, like before and couldn't get up on his own, or he was passed out. <br />
She walked quickly to the GR and looked in through a window. Thank god he wasn't hurt. He was just training like a madman again. Always the same. Had he even been in bed? If so, then he hadn't slept very much. All day long this exertion and not much sleep at night, his body would definitely not go on with it forever until it collapsed again from exhaustion.But what should she do? He didn't listen to her, and he certainly didn't let anyone help him, this stubborn donkey. Where was this supposed to end? Shaking her head, she went back into the house. For today she had decided to clean up the workshop properly again. It looked like cabbage and beets in there. Tools and various machine parts were lying around everywhere because no one ever tidied them up after they had been working with them. In addition, it had to be cleaned properly again. The dust was already collecting meters thick. Normally her mother would do the cleaning, but she definitely wouldn't let her into her workshop, otherwise she wouldn't find anything again afterwards. <br />
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Bulma was cleaning her wrenches when Vegeta passed the window outside. 'Where is he going? 'It was a real miracle that he left his beloved GR without going out to eat. <br />
That made Bulma curious.She put her wrenches aside, left the workshop, and headed out into the garden. <br />
Vegeta was just about to take off his tracksuit down to his boxer shorts. Then he went to the pool. When he was standing at the edge of the pool with his back to Bulma, she would have wanted to push him in, but it was questionable whether she would survive it safely. So she decided to leave it alone. "Do you want to go swimming?" <br />
Vegeta turned to her with a jerk. "What do you think it looks like? Mind?" "Sorry I asked." Bulma couldn't help it, she just had to look at Vegeta. Her gaze caught on his torso. These muscles, Yamcha couldn't keep up. How do you think Saiyans were so strong? Her gaze wandered further down to his boxer shorts, but then she pulled herself together and looked up again, directly into Vegeta's black eyes.Of course, he had noticed Bulma's looks and had to grin. "Well, are you finished with looking? Can I go swimming now?" <br />
Bulma's face turned red. "Uh ... I ... uh ..." <br />
Vegeta's grin grew wider and wider. "I'll take that as a" yes "." He turned away from her again and jumped into the water. <br />
Bulma was still bright red and didn't know what to do now. She would have loved to walk, but her legs wouldn't move. Man, that was embarrassing! What did Vegeta think of her now? But she had to admit that he looked really good. She had never noticed that before. <br />
"You're still standing there." Vegeta climbed out of the pool. This cooling had done him really good after his hard training. "But well, then you can cook me something to eat right away." "WHAT ?!" After this sentence Bulma had forgotten all the embarrassments again. "I've told you before that I'm not your maid!" "I do not care about that. I'm hungry, so go to the kitchen and cook me something! "" NO !! "<br />
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At the same time, Yamcha entered the Briefs family property. He immediately heard that Bulma and Vegeta were in the garden and were arguing again. Sighing, he walked around the house towards the garden. <br />
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"But." "But I don't have the time !! I have to work !!" "Oh, suddenly ?! Up until just now you haven't had anything better to do than look at me !!" <br />
Bulma blushed again. At that moment, Yamcha came up to them. "You got what?" <br />
Bulma and Vegeta turned to him immediately. Neither of them had noticed how close they were. Yamchu's gaze immediately fell on Vegeta, who was only standing there in his boxer shorts. “What's going on here?” He didn't know what to make of this situation. <br />
It got too colorful for Vegeta. He grabbed his tracksuit and went back to the GR. He called to Bulma "I'm waiting for my meal!" before he disappeared into it.<br />
Bulma was almost boiling with anger again. "This ..... !!!" "Tell me, can you explain to me now what this was supposed to be ?!" "Nothing more. Come on, let's go in." Bulma went towards the patio door and pulled Yamcha behind her here. <br />
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"How come you're here? I thought you were mad at me." "I was, too, but ....." Yamcha put his arms around Bulma and gently pulled her to him, ".. ... you know that I can't be angry with you for long. "He smiled sweetly at her. Bulma also had to smile at that. Everything was the same as always. How well she knew him. You just had to give him time to calm down, and then everything would be forgiven and forgotten again. <br />
She kissed her boyfriend on the mouth. At that very moment, his stomach made a loud growl. <br />
Bulma stroked his stomach with her hand. "It seems to me that you are hungry." "Yes. The discussion between you and Vegeta about food must have made me hungry."" What do you think if we order a pizza? I haven't eaten anything today apart from a small breakfast and Vegeta can then have something before he's back here on the mat. "<br />
She was thinking of Vegeta again! Couldn't she even forget the guy? But whatever? He had to stay calm, after all, he wanted to really make up with her again. <br />
"Pizza sounds good. Do you call the pizza service or should I?" "I'll do it." Bulma pulled out the number of the pizza service between her documents, which lay criss-crossed on her desk, and dialed. After a while, a voice answered on the other end and Bulma ordered: "Hello. I would like 6 pizzas. 2 with salami, 2 with ham and 2 margarita. To Bulma Briefs, Capsule Corporation. OK, thank you." on. “They'll come in half an hour to three quarters of an hour.” “Good, but why 6 pieces? Are you so hungry?"" No. One each for us and the remaining 4 for Vegeta. Hopefully that will last for him too. "<br />
Of course, for Vegeta, how could he forget that too? Slowly he couldn't hear the name anymore. <br />
“And what do we do until the food comes?” “Oh, I already have an idea.” Yamcha grinned insidiously and pulled Bulma onto the bed with him. <br />
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To be continued ..... <br />
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I have another question for you and I know that this will get on your nerves, but: Should I continue to write on my other FF ("When future and past meet ..."), yes or no? You never give me an answer and I'm annoying you until you do that. I told you last time that I might continue writing on both of them, but if you don't like the other, I don't need to. Then I can fully concentrate on this one. <br />
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So, see you next time (if I'm still alive by then, shit report * die just thinking about it * !!!! "), <br />
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your Chichi_17 <br />
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