distance between himself and Bulma again.
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"Well, that would make us even again," he said. "I'm going to take a bath now, see that there is something warm on the table, because I'm really hungry." Grinning satisfied to himself, he walked towards the bedroom to get some fresh clothes.
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Bulma leaned against the wall for a few breaths, struggling to keep her composure.How dare this primitive, this pervert, this insensitive boulder dare to expose her in such a way. She would like to pull out every hair one by one and since the hair of pure-blood Saiyans does not grow back, he would go around with a bald head forever .... She imagined him with a bald head a la Kililyn and snorted with laughter. This helped to release the tension and she could breathe more freely again. She felt her lips and imagined that the kiss would have lasted a little longer, would have been a little gentler and less rude ... No, don't think about it, otherwise she got weak knees again and she couldn't show any weakness towards this rascal. It's good that he had no idea what effect he had on her, obviously Vegeta still had a lot to learn about women and she was more certain than ever that her plan would work.
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So one step at a time. He wanted something to eat, well, that's what he should have.She informed her mother and while she threw a few more steaks into the pan and wrapped the hot potatoes out of the foil, Bulma asked casually: "Will you still be dancing this evening?"
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Her mother looked up briefly from her work and blew one of the blond curls off her heated face. "Sure, you practiced waltzes with Yamcha especially for that evening, remember?"
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Bulma made a grimace and scooped a portion of green beans from the pot onto a plate, "Yamcha was stepping on my toes all evening because of the sheer nervousness. I was all bruised and could hardly run home."
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Mrs. Briefs sighed and her eyes got a sentimental look. "When your father and I went dancing for the first time, it was very similar. Your father was just getting started, but he spent all his money on a taxi to take me home because he was so sorry."
<br />Bulma looked around for the peas, but there weren't any. "Yamcha was always completely blank. I had to pay for the taxi."
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Vegeta felt great. He was really pumped out after training and his results gave hope that he would have made up the training gap in two or three days. As soon as he got the spaceship back, he would start again at 100 G and as soon as he was back to where he was before the illness, it would be time to haunt a few planetoids. Satisfied, he leaned back in the tub and imagined how heavenly it would be, alone out there ... not a woman who annoyed him with her reminders and demands, he could be like in his best times as a horror of the Universe, when he and his followers ... wait a minute, hadn't he forgotten something? Vegeta forced the thought to finish ... Freezer. He and the last few Saiyans had been Freezer's doormats in those days.He got out of the tub, frowning, and picked up the bath towel. Has it come to the point where he wished this terrible time back? While he rubbed himself dry and slipped into his clothes, he compared this past with his current situation and came to the conclusion that he had never been as good as he was at the moment. Which shouldn't mean that no increase is possible. When he was outside again, he would be wonderfully free again, could decide for himself when and what he ate, walk around sweaty as long as it suited him, sleep when and for how long he wanted, no wake-up calls, no nagging, no admonitions. .. The faster he left the field, the better. Why did he come back then? It had been fun, after all, to shatter asteroids and scare the scattered remnants of Freezer's troops. Vegeta sighed and ran both hands through her hair.
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Of course, he still knew what had forced him to turn back then: In his overzealousness (it had just been damn boring on the journey from one planet to the next ...) he had pretty much demolished the interior of the spaceship and damaged the controls in the process .In addition, he had slowly run out of oxygen and fresh water ... with oh and no noise and the helpful instructions from Bulma's father via radio, he had managed to fly the ship back more badly than right. Hmmm ... he was used to the fact that there were technicians who made sure that everything went like clockwork and you could hardly ask a Saiyan prince to do their menial work .... Well, for the next trip he would surely think of something to prepare for such emergencies.
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When he stepped into the kitchen and saw the table that was richly set for him, he forgot his plans for a short time and scooped up the food in no time.
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Bulma sat across from him with a cup of tea, mentally making a note of the need for a table manners lesson.
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After a while he happily pushed back the empty bowls and plates and looked at Bulma questioningly. She looked back calmly, but when her eyes met she unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips.Vegeta swallowed, remembering the scene in the hallway. He'd been damn close not to stop with a quick kiss, to get back at her the same way she'd shown him in his room. Just the thought of that moment of weakness made him angry and encouraged him to try to get half a galaxy between the two of them as quickly as possible. But for that he needed the spaceship and before she pulled that out .... Vegeta grabbed the mug and quickly drained it. He finally wanted to know what was in store for him. He slammed the empty mug on the table, leaned back, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, knowing quite well how much Bulma hated this arrogant pose. His bill worked out perfectly, Bulma cooked and had only one wish to get rid of his haughty grin.
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Slowly she put her cup down and entwined her fingers. Quiet, she had to be very quiet now and pretend the whole thing was just a trifle."So Vegeta, basically you owe me two favors, one for the suit and one for saving you."
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“Oh yeah?” He raised his right eyebrow even higher.
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Well, she could too. Resolutely, she copied his pose with crossed arms and the confident, cold grin. "Unless you want me to stop working on your suit, then of course a favor will do in return ..."
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Vegeta sucked in a sharp breath. It was real to die for with her. No sooner did he think he had outmaneuvered her than it turned out that he had actually been cornered with his back to the wall.
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"I see we get along," Bulma replied, interpreting his reaction as surrender. She knew she couldn't go too far, or he would get so angry that he was useless for her plan. So she relaxed, propped her elbows on the tabletop, and leaned forward slightly.Her chin rested on her crossed fingers. Now she had it almost where she wanted it. Another little nudge in the right direction ... "Or are you afraid that I might ask for something that is impossible for you ...?", She asked emphatically innocent.
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Vegeta snorted contemptuously.
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Bulma smiled sweetly.
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Annoyed, Vegeta gave up his superior pose and leaned forward as well, supporting himself with his forearms on the table top. He knitted his eyebrows and tried his best to look threatening. "What ... is ... it?" He emphasized each word, clenching his hands into fists, then opening them again.
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Bulma realized that she had kept him tortured long enough. "Tomorrow evening the inventors' club, to which my father belongs, has its annual banquet. It's a celebratory dinner where you can have a little conversation. Afterwards, each inventor presents a funny new nonsense invention and at the end there is a bit of dancing.Everything is nice and a bit boring. "
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"And what do I have to do with it?"
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"Well, dad goes there with mom and since I worked on dad's invention, of course I want to be there when it is demonstrated. So I need a companion, a neatly dressed companion who can eat well and dance a bit."
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"Shall I help you find one like this?"
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Was this guy acting stupid on purpose, or was he just stupid? Bulma had to hold back to give him her answer in a calm voice, she would have loved to shake him and scream in his face.
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"Thank you for your willingness to help, but that is not necessary. Because ...", she took a deep breath, "this nice, civilized companion ... that", now she emphasized every word, "you are!"
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Vegeta stared at her with open mouth for a moment, then tilted his head back and laughed.
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Bulma lost her composure and hit the table with her fist."What's so funny about that?"
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"You want me to make yourself a monkey in front of a bunch of soft earthlings for a whole evening?" He wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye and suddenly became serious. "That's just a joke, isn't it?"
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Bulma pressed her lips together and shook her head. "I am very serious," she said. "Tomorrow afternoon I'll teach you table manners and later we'll practice dancing."
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Now Vegeta got angry too. "I am a Saiyan prince and not a dessicated monkey."
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"I would never have thought of that on my own," Bulma snapped back. Surely he wouldn't let her down now that her mother had already agreed? "Every other sentence from you is," I am a prince. I am a prince. "But you behave like a peasant trampling!"
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Vegeta had no idea what a "farmer's trample" was, but it was definitely an insult and he wasn't going to let that sort of thing sit on him."To be a Saiyan prince does not mean imitating silly Earthlings that you just know!"
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"And if I know that! For you it means to be able to fight better than anyone else, which is supposed to be particularly princely about it ..." She made a dismissive gesture.
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"In any case, I cannot guarantee that this and that will not break at this festival if you insist on taking me there.