scratch his face. But as he leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, he gave her an idea how to wipe the grin off his face.
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"Wait a moment, Vegeta, I just have to get something quickly and you'll get your lesson," she said threateningly and ran out of the room.<br />
Vegeta listened to her footsteps. Apparently she didn't go to the workshop, which made things a little easier for him. , because there were all kinds of sharp-edged, pointed things lying around there. Not that he was afraid of a screwdriver or drill, but letting her use a tool could easily have backfired. Another injury would only throw him back further and now he could least of all use that.
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Bulma came back again. Her steps were still easy, so she hadn't armed herself with a table or chair. Before he could think about what she was up to, she brushed something over his head. His eyes widened, but he couldn't see anything.
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"This is my father's sleep mask," he heard Bulma say. "I don't want you to see me strike, at least that makes it a little bit exciting."
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Ridiculous. Trying to unsettle him in this way was just laughable.He had fought under very different conditions.
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"Besides, I want a minute. I don't have a gun, but I want a minute to pay you back properly. And you can't hit back, don't move, whether it hurts you or not."
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What was this woman actually imagining? She could hit him for a week and he would hardly feel it. And strike back? For these mosquito bites from blows, a resistance was not worth it ... His grin became even more arrogant. He raised his arms and leaned against the wall, legs apart. "Get started. I'll give you ten minutes too. Take advantage of the hour, I still don't have my full strength back. You will never get a better chance again ..."
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Bulma saw his grin and licked his lips. He would still be surprised ...
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"And you don't move, Saiyan royal word of honor?"
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Now Vegeta winced. She could not have known that with a "royal Saiyan word of honor" his father had made the pact with Freezer that had sealed the end of his life, that of his people and his planet ... Well, if that made him his Armor came that made Kakerot look old in battle ... she should have her word of honor.<br />
"I promise, I won't move. But finally start before my feet go to sleep."
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"It's good. One minute from now .."
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He could feel her approaching him. Her fingers unbuttoned her father's pajamas. Did she actually have long fingernails or short ones? Vegeta waited very relaxed for the first blow. Instead, Bulma ran her fingertips over his chest, very gently, so that he had to concentrate to feel anything at all. Her hair brushed his skin and he smelled her scent. Did she necessarily have to get that close to him? Why didn't she finally strike?
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Bulma felt his nervousness and smiled. That was something His Princely Highness couldn't handle as well as violence and pain ... so she had guessed right and it was worth it that she had devoured all these romance novels since Yamcha left.
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Vegeta felt Bulma's fingertips go higher up his neck ... did she want to choke him?But no, she just looked for his pulse, stroked it lightly, up to his chin, higher over his cheeks as far as the mask would allow, down to his lips ... Was she looking for his most sensitive part for her blow? Her hair brushed his cheeks as she leaned closer ... was she going to bite him? But instead of sharp teeth, he felt only the soft lips that ran over his, very fleetingly ... A kiss? Was that her punishment for him? Her lips came back, this time they pressed closer to his, she pulled his lower lip between her teeth, gnawed it gently ... her hands grabbed his shoulders, her short nails dug into his muscles and the kiss became more intense. Vegeta's heartbeat accelerated ... he clenched his hands into fists, unsure whether he wanted to push Bulma away or hold onto him ... but there was the promise and above all the heat that ran through his throat and seized his whole body.<br />
Bulma wasn't sure when the gimmick turned into its opposite. It tasted too good, and the way his pulse was racing was balm on the still not fully healed wound that Yamcha’s farewell had inflicted on her feminine pride. It was not without effect on Vegeta, on this proud, stubborn prince who never showed any weakness otherwise. Exactly this weakness, the slight tremor that she felt, his quick breathing made her break away from him before she lost control of herself. Bulma took a step back, struggling to keep her composure. She began to sense that Vegeta was far more vulnerable than he would ever admit. Frying him one over with a pan was different from using it as a consolation for Yamcha’s departure. Not even a fool like Vegeta deserved that. With a smile, she pulled the mask off his face. Was there a hint of longing in his gaze? Would he have wanted to continue playing the game?No, that was definitely wishful thinking, Bulma called herself to order and pretended not to have touched the whole thing in the slightest.
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"That's it, Vegeta," she said cheerfully. "Did it hurt much?"
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Vegeta, confused by what she'd done and even more so by his reaction to it, couldn't utter a word.
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"The best thing to do is lie down again, you look pretty exhausted. When you're so weak, don't overdo yourself ..."
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With these words she stepped back out the door, down the hallway into her room. She closed the door, threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. Her heart stopped racing, but she still clutched the black mask and tried to organize her thoughts and feelings. How dare he confuse her like that? With her free fist, she punched the pillow that threw the down. Damn it and sew it up! She didn't want to fall in love again. Especially not into a fighter again.She rolled over and glared angrily at the ceiling. This time she would let her mind choose, no matter how good Vegeta looked, this time she would choose someone who was sensitive, to whom one could talk, who also listened and above all, someone with a brain and heart, not just a bunch of muscle and an overdose of imagination. He should be tall, tall and slim and have blue eyes .... While she was designing her future son in her mind, she did not notice that she was holding the sleep mask almost tenderly to her chest ....
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In his room, Vegeta was still leaning against the wall, motionless, staring at the closed door. His thoughts were as chaotic as his feelings. Somewhere in the whole mess I got the idea why Earthlings wasted so much time on this relationship nonsense ... But on the surface he was mainly angry. Had he wanted to do Bulma a favor, overcome his pride, and offered her to hit him and her?Instead of getting down to business, she'd used a nasty trick and ridiculed him. His fingertips brushed his mouth, he could almost feel her soft, warm lips on them, taste the honey of her kiss ... Damn it! He hit the wall with his fist and made a dent. That feeling was nothing but weakness. A weakness that a lesser warrior like Kakerot but never a prince of the Saiyans should succumb to. How was he supposed to scare the cyborgs or stamp Kakerot into the ground when a simple kiss threw him off balance?
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He had seen in Yamcha where it led to when you got involved in a relationship. Nothing but anger and a pitifully low fighting strength were the result. He could do without that. He would just pretend nothing had happened. It was like that. Nothing, absolutely nothing ... but his fingertips were still on his lower lip .....<br />
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An hour later, Vegeta was back on the bed and taking his next dose of medicine. Bulma hadn't shown up again, she left it to her mother to persuade Vegeta to eat a bowl of canned peaches and drink the chamomile tea.
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"Now I'll let you in a hot bath, one in the western style, with eucalyptus and mint, that should be good for colds."
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That was fine with Vegeta. He wanted to get rid of these pajamas as soon as possible and most importantly, his recovery could not be quick enough.
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"Do you know how Kakerot is doing?" He asked Bulma's mother. When she just smiled blankly at him, he mentioned the earthly name of his ore competitor. "Son Gokou."
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"Oh, Son Gokou is doing well again. Chichi called and told Bulma that the three of them recovered surprisingly quickly, but they weren't as badly ill as you ..."<br />
"Are you training again?" Urged Vegeta, annoyed that he had to wait another day before he was fit enough for increased gravity again.
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"Chichi has not allowed that. Only when they are free of fever for a day can they go outside again. Chichi is a very responsible person, you know."
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That could only please Vegeta. He waited for Bulma's mother to leave the room. Then he struggled out of bed and tried a few stretches. It went quite well again. He was still a little uncomfortable, but that could also be due to the combination of peaches and chamomile tea.
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Now a quick hit combination and then ...
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"Are you trying to beat everything up again?" Asked a voice from the door.
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Bulma had changed and was eyeing him with the same critical expression as always. To hell with that woman! Couldn't she at least pretend that it had taken her as much as it did him?Part of him was upset, part of him was relieved.
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He dropped his arms and threw back his head. "I have to make sure that I don't fall behind too much. From tomorrow I will go back to the spaceship."
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"If you can find it ..", Bulma smiled with emphatically false friendliness. That impossible guy! She was still upset and he pretended nothing had happened and only had his training on his mind. It was a good thing that she had agreed not to give him a chance, not the slightest ...
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"What do you mean?", Vegeta gave her a piercing look. "It's