Just a smile
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Part 4
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"So let's start with the soup". Bulma had positioned herself behind Vegeta and pointed to the spoon that lay next to the filled plate. She was not a little proud of herself, after all she had found out that there would be a western menu again this year, namely five courses.
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Vegeta writhed inwardly. As soon as he came back from his training and had a bath (Bulma had insisted on that), he had been summoned into the kitchen and was now sitting quite perplexed in front of the multi-part table setting. Bulma was in her element. "What you are not allowed to do," she began to count the dots on her fingers, "lift the plate and finish the soup, rattle the spoon or slurp loudly."
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Vegeta grabbed the spoon and wanted to dip it in the soup, which by the way smelled very tasty.
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“No, no and no again!” Bulma sighed and rubbed her forehead. "It's a spoon and not a fighting stick.You take it like that ... "She leaned over his shoulder, took the spoon from his hand and showed him how to hold it. Then she put the spoon back down." Now you. "
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Vegeta would have loved to twist the spoon into a knot, because he hadn't felt so ridiculous since the time he had to wear the pink shirt. Behind him, Bulma tapped her knuckles impatiently on the back of the chair and with an unwilling growl Vegeta imitated her way of holding the spoon.
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"Much better, but if you put your thumb a little more like this ..." She leaned forward again and put her fingers over his to correct his hand position.
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Vegeta swallowed. No matter how irrelevant the touch was meant, there was nothing he could do about the fact that he felt her soft, cool skin on his too clearly.
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How warm and strong his fingers were. Bulma would have loved to smuggle her hand into his so that he held it instead of the spoon, but she forcibly shook off these daring thoughts.She took a deep breath, forcing herself to correct the position of his thumb on the handle of the spoon.
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"Well, that would be right now," she said a little breathlessly and straightened up again. Vegeta composed himself and dipped the spoon into the soup. Don't rattle, don't slurp, don't touch the plate ... seldom in his life had he been so careful and slow with a hand movement. The soup was really good. Another spoon and another and it got better and better. In no time the plate was empty except for a small residue.
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"Great, really, really good!", Bulma praised him. "Just ... it's not an eating contest, so you can take a little more time."
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“It's your own fault, after all I didn't get a bento today because of you, so I have a right to be able to eat my fill during your lesson.” Vegeta demonstratively lifted the almost empty soup plate and sipped the rest of the soup with relish and loudly. Bulma got goose bumps at the sound.Her finger itched to pull out her ears for it (when they were conveniently right in front of her hands). With the utmost self-control, she left it with a poisonous: "Failed!" and motioned to her mother to carry out the next course. It was the turn of the fish, more precisely blue trout on a bed of cress with lemon balm sauce. The handling of the fish cutlery was quickly explained. Bulma wanted to breathe a sigh of relief after Vegeta had cut the fish into bite-sized pieces in no time at all, but Vegeta (who knew exactly how to crush her hope to dust ...) made fun of it, and also closed her head and tail fin eat. At the loud cracking of the fish bones between his teeth, the cold horror came to Bulma, especially that she saw in her mind's eye how he bit and swallowed the milky fish eyes ...
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With the next course, a vegetable pie, Vegeta couldn't do much wrong and since Bulma looked pretty exhausted after the fish story, he gave her a little rest and limited himself to drowning the pie piece in a lake of nettle-cream sauce and then pouring it all over Hurry to devour.<br />
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The fillet on white wine foam with porcini mushroom ragout and young potatoes made his mouth water at the smell, and since Bulma threatened not to serve him a second portion if he did not eat the first, he showed her that he could very well if he really wanted to.
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At the end there was a peach sorbet, but Vegeta didn't like sweets and after two spoons he simply refused to eat more.
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Bulma went through the individual courses and decided that this round was probably a draw.
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"A little exercise will do you good after dinner," she said and beckoned Vegeta into the next room, where all the furniture and the carpet had been removed. A music system in the corner was already ready and Bulma only had to press the remote control briefly, and waltzes filled the room.
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"Well, your steps go like this ...", Bulma said and showed him first slowly and then briskly."Always in three-quarter time, one, two, three, one, two, three ... try it."
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"So what do the Earthlings really do voluntarily?", Vegeta could only shake his head. "And in public? It's deadly embarrassing."
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"You won't die of it. Don't forget what you promised me."
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"Otherwise I would hardly be here," Vegeta secretly hoped that the new battle suit was also worth the theater. "But should Kakerott ever find out about it, then ..." He said it with such grim seriousness that Bulma had to swallow. "Well, he will definitely not hear a single word from me and I'll instruct my parents too, don't worry."
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"Well, I just want to hope there aren't any silly guys walking around with cameras," Vegeta growled and pulled himself together. One, two, three, one, two, three ... it was really easy, but he felt really stupid. Kakerott would laugh himself sick to see him doing it ...<br />
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"... and besides, Gokou has already danced," said Bulma, tapping the beat with the tip of her foot, "or do you think he could have avoided it at his own wedding? I saw him dance with Chichi and myself danced with him. Considering his size and strength, he is amazingly light-footed and elegant. "
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She made no mention of her experience with Yamcha. Inspiring good examples was her motto. Well, in this case it was Vegeta's competitiveness that he couldn't turn off even on something as minor as a dance. All of a sudden he tried really hard and Bulma almost stayed away, every step he took was so perfect.
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"Is that it?" He asked after half a minute, bored. "It's monotonous."
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“Not quite.” Bulma took a deep breath and stepped close in front of him. "It takes two to make a dance."
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She took his hand and placed it on her back, grasping the other hand in the correct position."The man leads and ensures that when there are several couples on the dance floor, there are as few clashes as possible ..." Why was it so difficult for her to make these statements in peace? She felt the warmth of Vegeta's hand through the fabric of her t-shirt. When he tried to slide his hand up and down a bit, she shuddered inwardly.
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Vegeta, for his part, felt her reaction and found it difficult to concentrate on her instructions. "What do we do now?" He asked. Having Bulma so close in front of you was really damn distracting ...
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"You take your steps and try to lead me around the room. Don't step on my toes!"
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Vegeta looked over the floor. Taking his step size as a yardstick, taking into account the diameter of the room, the most efficient route would surely be the ..... Bulma saw the concentrated expression on his face and tried in vain to suppress her frustration.Why did he have to look like it was a matter of ending a fight as quickly as possible? He held one hand like a vice (without, however, crushing her fingers into mush, for which she was grateful ...) and her second, which rested on his bare arm, felt the flowing play of his muscles under his warm skin. He himself seemed to find her closeness annoying, in any case he kept the greatest possible distance from her and that scratched Bulma's female pride. Waltz was a romantic dance, not a fighting game that was about efficiency. She would show that lump of Saiyan ice that. But first of all, she had her hands, or rather, all feet full, to follow his lead. One, two three, one two three ... his turns were so lively that Bulma more than once felt as if he were lifting her up in the air and whirling away ... one, two, three, one, two, three .... And already they were in the other corner of the room.<br />
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“Was that right?” His voice sounded a little rougher than usual. Bulma took a deep breath to get rid of the slight dizziness and leaned against him. Since she was a little taller than him, their faces came quite close. "Yes, only mostly you dance around the hall and not diagonally through the middle ..." she managed breathlessly. Was she imagining it or was he fixing her lips?
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In any case, he didn't push her away to bring the two of them further apart. Vegeta wasn't sure why, but it felt kind of right that she hugged him as she stepped, her cheek against his. It was as light as a feather and as cool as a sea breeze, even the scent of her hair reminded him of very delicate blue flowers. Her hand on his arm was trembling slightly, should it have an effect on you like it did on him? The thought was satisfying and strangely intoxicating, and when the waltz was over he held her close for a moment longer than necessary before he admonished himself not to play into her hands and move away from her.The dreamy look in her eyes confirmed his suspicion. If he were one of those Earthlings, he would probably kiss her now ... right at that moment the next piece began and the imperious, demanding music tore Bulma out of her contemplation and with a slight regret