had no guilty conscience. He had never promised that he would really just twiddle his thumbs for three days. Bulma knew very well that doing nothing made him tingle, why had she asked him to? No matter what kind of work awaited him that evening, he would not let the training slip so long because of that.
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He took a deep breath, walked around the rock to the edge of the cliff, and looked down. Yes, a little more, so that the rock just had hold. Vegeta braced himself against the rock and pushed it a little over the edge, a little more ... and a little more. So, that should be enough. Next he took a step back, gathered his strength, and jumped nimbly onto the rock, onto the edge of the rock that jutted out over the cliff. The leverage did the rest, Vegeta and Fels tip over into the depths. Vegeta accelerated his fall so he could fly around the boulder and cut off the line of fall.Then he fired charges of energy onto the rock so quickly that an untrained human eye could no longer follow his movements. Right at the first hit it burst into several large chunks and many smaller ones, the next shots pulverized the large pieces one after the other, the remaining smaller ones came after that and when Vegeta paused just above the foaming surf and floated over the waves, only tiny bits pattered down on him, followed by a cloud of dust. The Saiyan was only moderately satisfied. The holes in the cliff wall showed that not all of his shots had been clear hits. He would have to repeat his target practice a few more times. So it was time to look for a suitable boulder and cut it into a nice cube and drag it up the cliff path again ... and all the trouble just because Bulma had hidden his spaceship ... so if he didn't need her because of the suit and had not found such comfortable, rent-free accommodation with her, he would have long been out in the endless expanses of space in search of new worlds without any civilization (which no Saiyan has seen before ...) which one to go to Could process kindling.He wiped the spray from his face and paused. The thought of an excursion into space wasn't that bad. At least he was able to unleash all of his strength there without a crowd of screaming people demanding compensation for trivialities such as cities, islands and the like. While he was flying to that abandoned quarry, where he had cut out the other granite blocks for his exercises, he liked the thought of such a trip as when he was looking for Kakerott more and more ...
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Meanwhile, Bulma was working wildly on her father's device. She checked every setting three times, soldered the connections exactly, cursed like a pipe sparrow because the energy cells were too big for the housing and annoyed all dealers of such parts across the continent until she finally found someone who promised to deliver cells in the right size .
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"Aren't you overdoing it, child?", asked her mother and served her tea with chocolate cookies." If the meeting is only tomorrow, you have plenty of time and don't have to rush. "
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Bulma scrubbed her hands before she sat down at the table and swiftly filled her cup. "Yes, but I want to take enough time in town tomorrow to pick out a few things for Vegeta."
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"Does he already know of his luck?"
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Bulma looked up from her cup. Was there a touch of irony in her mother's voice? No, she smiled as friendly as ever and Bulma nibbled at a cookie, lost in thought. "No, but he still owes me a favor and I'll just claim it." She giggled and almost choked on a crumb. "I'm looking forward to his face when he finds out what I've come up with for him."
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"Do you think he's under control enough that he won't blow up the ballroom if he doesn't like the food?"asked her mother.
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Bulma sipped her tea carefully. She put the cup down slowly and stared past her mother at the wall for a moment before answering: "I'm sure of that. I'll make it clear to him that otherwise he can put his suit together himself. but somehow I feel that he could be far more than a violent savage if only he cared about it ... "
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Bulma's mother emptied her cup with relish in small sips. “You know,” she said, pouring herself another cup, “it's always that we women hope to be able to change men. When I met your father, he loved cats more than girls, and everyone has me At times driven almost mad that he just didn't want to come out of his workshop to go out with me. When we got married, I believed that his success would make him a real career man and that I could give one lavish party after another."She smiled lost in thought and put the pot down.
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"That didn't work, did it?", Bulma mumbled thoughtfully and handed the sugar to her mother.
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"You know your father. It is impossible to get the cat hair out of his clothes and when he has an idea, he barricades the workshop like you do. The inventors' meeting is one of the few occasions where he dresses up and the gentleman." plays and even then it's not about having a nice evening, but about being able to talk shop with his friends. "She dropped three lumps of sugar into the tea and stirred it slowly. "In the beginning I was often on the verge of simply throwing everything away and looking for someone else."
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"Why didn't you do that? Because of me?"
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"No, you came later. I had a long talk with your late grandmother, and I realized a lot. Your father never asked me to change, to get a doctorate and talk to him about technology .He gives me my freedom and lets me be who I am. "
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"And you let him be the way he is," said Bulma thoughtfully. Was this the secret of a happy relationship and the real reason why it hadn't worked out with her and Yamcha?
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Mrs. Briefs smiled at her daughter. She felt that her remark had fallen on fertile ground. She quickly finished her tea and since Bulma didn't want another cup either, she carried the tray out in silence.
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For the rest of the day, Bulma couldn't get on. Again and again her mind revolved around her mother's words. Was your plan wrong? Should she forego revenge on Vegeta? When she heard him come home late at night, she was about to tell him that he didn't have to do anything for her.
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"Good evening Vegeta," she greeted him as he stepped into the house. "How was the training? Are you feeling well?"
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Vegeta, who had already switched to defense at the sight of her, as he was prepared for allegations about his training, saw in the last question an allusion to his weakness and reacted accordingly harshly."It would be much better if you took my spaceship out. Did you at least get on with the suit?"
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This ... this .... egomaniac! All of Bulma's good intentions vanished into thin air. He hadn't even asked how she was doing. And about HIS spaceship. Not a screw on it was his. Actually nothing belonged to him in here, not the clothes he was wearing, not the food he was eating .... His Princely Highness was an arrogant, conceited, stubborn parasite and nothing more ... she didn’t feel bad about him To design the suit three sizes too small and then watch him run out of breath in it .... She urged herself to be patient. She would still be able to trim this inflated Saiyan .. oh yes, she would put her plan into practice, exacerbate it. Would he like earrings?
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Vegeta followed the contradicting movements of her face with watchful interest. He had expected the anger, somehow he was almost looking forward to it attacking him.He liked how her eyes flashed, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths ... involuntarily his gaze slid deeper ... wait, that was too dangerous terrain, better hold on to her face. But her narrow smile, her almost cold look warned him. Had he gone a step too far? She wouldn't quit working on his suit now, would she?
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Apparently his face was also an open book, because Bulma relaxed and just said: "Don't worry, Vegeta. I keep my word. The suit will be ready in two weeks. You will get the ship back when you have completed your assignment."
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Oh yes, the job. Vegeta had tried hard not to think about it, "Do you finally know what to do for you?"
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She nodded. There was again that dangerous, cold light in her eyes. "I still have a few preparations to make. Don't plan anything for tomorrow."
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"All day? I thought it was only about one evening."<br />
"Your job just takes a little preparation, that's all," she said gently.
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Vegeta hated being in the dark. She played with him and he hated that even more, but she wasn't the only one who mastered the art of surprise. This time he would show her that he wouldn’t let himself be handled like that. After all, he was a Saiyan prince and she was just a weak woman. Before she knew what he had in mind, he stood right in front of her, put both hands on the wall, right and left over her shoulders. She was trapped. Actually he just wanted to scare her, bend the wall a little with his hands to make his point of view clear, but now that their faces were level and their gazes met, the stormy sea green of their eyes seemed to him like a suction, who never let go of him ...
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For her part, Bulma couldn't take her eyes off his black eyes either. Was she just telling herself, or was there some hidden pain in it?Without thinking, she raised a hand and put it on his cheek. The gentle touch made Vegeta flinch. It was he who held the strings in his hand and not her ... only for this reason (so he told himself later ...) he bowed his head and pressed his lips briefly and hard against hers. It was a punishment for their cheekiness, nothing more. Bulma was frozen, her hand sagged and since everything was going so fast, she didn't even have the time to fight back or pull him to her (of course she would have done the former, she kept telling herself later ...). With a sure of victory smile he brought the