Just a smile -
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a story about Vegeta and Bulma
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Note: Not yet another Bulma-Vegeta story, some will certainly think now and not read any further. True, there are dozens of them, but not without reason. The taming of a lone, vicious wolf has a special appeal, especially for female readers. I purposely did not read any other Bulma-Vegeta story in order not to lose the desire to write my version due to possible similarities (which are inevitable with the same topic, same environment, same main characters).
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The spelling of some names (Saiyan, Kililyn, Gokou) was based on the Dragon Ball Z Hero Collection Cards.
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Part 1
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Not enough. Still not enough ... Vegeta was standing in the center of the spaceship, breathing heavily. The sweat ran down his body in streams. The display on the gravity manipulator showed 100 times the force of gravity.Almost, it was almost as far as it had been before the accident. It was a good thing that the old man had patched the spaceship back together so quickly after that explosion. Vegeta unconsciously rubbed the spot where a piece of debris had shattered his shoulder blade. With the hair dryer and thunderstorms, he still felt a slight tug on the spot.
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The circular probes hummed around him. Vegeta didn't take his eyes off her, his last three attempts to disable the probes all with one attack had hit the eye, or rather the ground, considering the dents and burn marks.
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How far have Gokou, Piccolo and Gohan got with their training? Well, they didn't have a gravity chamber, so they probably trained the usual way, hand to hand. Of course, it didn't bring much for Piccolo and Gokou, but their goal was above all to increase Gohan's strength. From time to time Vegeta wished the old days back, as he had had the other Saiyans as training partners.All these machines were so predictable, almost boring, no matter how dangerous they were.
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Vegeta collected himself and wondered which attack he could use to land the most hits. So first a kick against number eight, doing an elbow check against number three, crushing number four with your free hand, pushing yourself against the wall with the other leg to avoid the attack of number one and seven, the two would then be due for a double kick and if he managed to do number five and six with his hands quickly, then only number nine would be left ... He tensed his muscles, got into position and ... then the big screen and Bulma's face flickered appeared. She had her hair cut very short again, which made her more fragile and yet more feminine at the same time. Not that Vegeta noticed, he was just annoyed by the disturbance.
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"What is it now?" He growled.He would have loved to ignore Bulma, but the past had shown him that this only led to more stress after the training session, at the latest when he needed fresh clothes or something to eat. So he went over to clearly showing her how little he was interested in her reminders such as "don't overdo it", "think of your shoulder" or "the doctor said that you shouldn't try too hard".
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"You ruined the bathtub again," Bulma hissed. "Do you have to grip so tightly that it cracks every time you step out of the water? And then you don’t say a word, knowing that Papa is almost as blind as a mole without glasses. Now we have them fifth flood this month! "
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"Is that why you are disturbing my training?" "You're a genius, aren't you? Why don't you invent a tub that is up to my strength.And now don't worry me any longer, you can see that I have to concentrate. "
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Bulma opened her mouth to say something, but then gave up and cut the connection in anger.
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Vegeta carried out the attack as planned. It worked like clockwork and all the probes were just piles of smoking sheet metal. Satisfied, he dried his face. Coordination and speed left almost nothing to be desired. Finally, three thousand push-ups, if you could only call the ups and downs in the handstand that on the index finger of one hand.
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When he climbed out of the spaceship two hours later, he enjoyed the feeling of being almost weightless. Of course Bulma was waiting for him. She wore dark blue, dust-covered overalls with the sleeves rolled up. "You stink three kilometers upwind," she said acidly as he walked past her. "I have repaired the tub, it would be best if you take a bath before our neighbors complain about the odor nuisance."<br />
"Phhh!", Vegeta made dismissively, but still he got some fresh clothes and soap from the closet. He had discovered that hot baths complemented his training program perfectly, relaxed the muscles and helped his regeneration. Not that a class warrior really needed such sissy luxury, but ...
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He pushed the sliding door and went into the bathroom. Bulma hadn't promised too much, the tub had a new paneling made of a shiny black material, a bit more matt like ceramic, but just as smooth and hard when he ran his hand over it. As he rubbed the lather over his arms, he wondered if there might be another way to diversify his exercise routine. Maybe even more G would be in there soon, but that alone wouldn't be enough ... Slightly frustrated, he filled a bucket with cold water and dumped it over his head to rinse the soap scum off his body.A training partner would be a change, but heaven knows where Yamcha has gone and besides, this wimp wouldn't be a good partner anyway. With a sigh he slipped into the steaming hot water and laid the back of his head on the edge of the tub. Staring at the ceiling didn't bring any result either, and when the water gradually turned tepid he gave up pondering for the time being. As usual, he grabbed the edge of the tub with both hands to pull himself up loosely, but unlike usual, the edge didn't give way with a slight crack. Irritated, he pressed a little tighter, but the smooth, black material proved to be unyielding. Finally he climbed out of the tub, dried himself off, and crouched down again in front of the tub to give the edge a light blow. Usually that was enough to convince even the thick wall of a bank safe to give in, but the black stuff only made a soft "clong". Vegeta frowned and tried again with a little more force.A louder "Klong" and the material somehow seemed to get lighter and warmer too. A challenge was a challenge, and the Saiyans prince never avoided anyone, even when the opponent was a bathtub. And so he tried another blow this time with force, whereupon the black material reacted with a loud "clong", the hit spot briefly turned white and then turned black again. Vegeta rubbed his reddened knuckles and dipped his hand briefly in cold water to cool the burn before examining the black material for cracks and dents. Vain. The heat was gone too. If Bulma could make him some kind of protective suit out of that stuff ...
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Vegeta liked the thought. He rubbed himself dry and slipped into his fresh clothes. “Bulma!” No response. Frowning, Vegeta went towards the kitchen when he heard Bulma's voice from the living room. She was obviously talking to someone on the videophone.The second voice sounded a bit tinny, but it was clearly Chichi's. Curious, Vegeta opened the sliding door a little so he could catch a glimpse of the screen.
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"Thanks for your call, Chichi," said Bulma and pushed her hair back from her forehead. "My parents are fine, thank you. How is your father?"
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"Great," said Chichi. "He visited us last week and was very impressed with the training that Gokou is doing with Gohan."
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"You don't sound very enthusiastic. Are you making too much noise or is something broken?"
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Vegeta winced slightly.
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"That would be the least," sighed Chichi. "I've come to terms with the fact that Gohan hardly has any time to study, but yesterday the three of them really exaggerated."
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That sounded interesting, Vegeta wondered which training method Kakarot had come up with.
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"You are a lot more western than we are," said Chichi. "Therefore, the storm should not come up to you tomorrow."<br />
"Are you talking about the blizzard you announced on TV?"
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"Exactly. Imagine, those idiots actually went to train in this hellish weather. I wanted to stop Gokou, but he just mumbled something about extreme conditions and that you couldn't choose the weather during fights and they were gone . You haven't even got dressed properly warm. "
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"Dear little one, how long did you stay out in the storm?"
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"Whole three hours. I hardly recognized her, her hair full of icicles, her skin almost blue and cold as the snow that covered her from head to toe. I put them in the tub right away, all three and then with me Hot water bottles and neck wraps in bed. "
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"Did it help."
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"Not enough. This morning they all have a fever and I have already filled them with sage tea, gruel and canned peaches. Now they are well-behaved in bed and asleep.If they hadn't done the snow training, they wouldn't have to take a few days off. Men can be so stupid, but who am I telling this, you have to carry your cross with Vegeta too. This bully is sure not to make it easy for you. "
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"Oh what," said Bulma with a slight smile, "he's not that bad either. At least he doesn't pant after every pretty girl like Yamcha."
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"Is he still training in the desert?"
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"Yes, and I think he won't be back anytime soon." Bulma's slight tone of voice could deceive Chichi, but not Vegeta, as he himself had witnessed the farewell scene between Bulma and Yamcha ...
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Two months before:
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"Bulma, I'm sorry, but I think we should split up." Yamcha shouldered his few belongings and headed for the front door.
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Bulma had wet eyes because she felt that this time it would be final.They had argued again the night before. It was the