After all, I am a Saiyan and you know my strength ..." He realized too late that he was alluding to her injury and immediately remembered her revenge. To cover it up, he cleared his throat audibly and clasped his hands. "So forget about that idea."
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"I'll do the devil", Bulma had also blushed briefly, but now she had collected herself again and struck back. She smiled sweetly and looked at him deliberately harmless. "Then I have to ask Gokou." She looked at her fingernails and pretended not to care about Vegeta anymore."I'm sure, as a true Super Saiyan, he has his powers much better under control ..."
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Cursed. He knew she was bluffing, but he couldn't let that sit on him. The vein on his forehead swelled and the air around him began to crackle dangerously. "I'm much more in control than that third-rate Nobody Kakerott."
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Bulma clapped her hands together, delighted, like a battered fish. "How nice, then nothing stands in the way of an evening together, right?"
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Bang. He could almost hear the trap snap shut. Bulma heard it too and nodded in satisfaction. “Will I now get your Saiyan royal word of honor that you will learn to behave civilized and not disgrace me and my family?” The vein on his forehead continued to swell. He would have loved to pulverize the kitchen, the house, the whole city with the adjoining mountains to vent his anger ... but he had himself under control, certainly even ... "All right, but only for this one Eve.And after that you'll never get on my nerves again, understand! "
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Bulma felt the tension he was under. Had she gone too far when she brought Gokou into play? She had to do something or it would explode, control or not.
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Instead of grinning victoriously or starting teaching, she reached out and put her hand on his fist. Her smile was warm and honest. "Thanks Vegeta. It means a lot to me."
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Veteta's anger was wiped away. How small and vulnerable her hand looked on his fist. Unsure how to react, he wanted to push her hand away with his other hand, but then she gently caressed his ankle and his heart stopped beating for a moment. He fasted again quickly. She just shouldn't believe that she could play this game on her own.
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Resolutely, he put his other hand on top of hers, turned her hand over and ran his thumb along the outside of her palm to the tip of the little finger.Bulma froze and gasped, amazed at the gentleness of his touch and electrified by the roughness of his calloused hand. Her reaction made his heart beat faster too, but using his considerable self-control, he managed to press her hand onto the table top and stand up as if nothing had happened.
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Without another word, he stepped out of the kitchen, down the hall into his room. He closed the door carefully and then leaned against it from the inside to take a deep breath. Bulma was damn clever, intelligent, and dangerous. But somehow he had the feeling that she wasn't the only winner tonight. "I got her pretty upset," he thought with a grin. (He pushed aside that he had been just as upset) Now she would have to see that a Saiyan prince should not be underestimated.
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As for this feast, he grimaced as if he had bitten into a lemon, so he was going to make her pay for this wicked trick.Double and triple, this woman would still be amazed ...
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End of the 3rd part
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