thought.
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Vegeta looked out the side window, but he didn't really see the brightly colored neon signs. Bulma's face was reflected in the glass and he never took his eyes off her. Never before had anyone taken sides with him so vehemently, defended him so passionately ... A warm feeling awoke in his heart that he had never known before and that scared him. It felt damned like a weakness and he didn't want to be weak, not to be afraid of anything. Besides, the whole dilemma tonight had been Bulma's fault. Exactly! If she hadn't tied his hands with this stupid promise, this blonde lacquer monkey would only have come out of the hall on the stretcher, if at all ...
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A prince of the Saiyan did not need the help of an Earthling woman. She wasn't a Saiyan warrior, no, she certainly wasn't. And it was weak and troublesome and decisive.So why did the thought of his impending lonely time in space no longer make him so euphoric? The only good thing about Bulma was her talent for technology and her genius. That gave him an idea, now he knew how to return the favor to her for tonight. Had Bulma seen the gleeful smile, sure of victory, all her inner alarm bells would have rang.
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But she was still staring down broodingly at her fingers and fate took its course ...
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End of part 4
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