get weak now," she admonished herself. If she gave in to that weakness for him, it would be a catastrophe. Not for Vegeta. For her. She could only too well imagine Vegeta laughing out loud at her confession of love. "Find yourself a weak Erling like Yamcha. With me you are at the wrong address for such emotional fuss ..." That is exactly what he would say. If (but only if) she was really in love with him, his mockery would break her heart. If she opened up to him, revealed her feelings (which she hadn't yet had, as she kept telling herself), it would be like a deer sticking the throat of a wolf. Please take a bite.
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Bulma sipped her coffee with a bitter smile. No, her only chance to get out of it without harm was never to let him know.Shouldn't he consider her moody and unpredictable? Better than laughing at her. Determined, she ate the blueberry pie to the last crumb. Sitting around and brooding would only make her gloomy. There was still a lot of work to do ...
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Still not completely satisfied, Vegeta switched the controller back to 1. So 100 G were not there yet, for now he would have to stick to 80 until he was back in shape. With luck and spit, by the end of the week he would be ready to switch to 130 on a trial basis, at least for a short time.
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Vegeta looked at the clock. No wonder his stomach growled, it was noon. With his health, his appetite had returned.
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How far did Kakerott get with his training? Had Chichi kept him in the house for a long time? Vegeta himself would rather cut his tongue than show interest in his arch-rival's training, but he could send Bulma ahead.To do this he would have to ask her first. He made a face. Hopefully she didn't get the idea of ​​wanting something in return. This woman was just too greedy. Also this morning ... Vegeta slapped a handful of water on his face. If he didn't stop thinking about such things, soon he could no longer concentrate on training and that shouldn't be allowed to happen. Not until he had put Kakerott, the cyborgs, and that outrageous young bungee from the future in their place.
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Better to get it over with now. Vegeta rubbed his face dry and left the spaceship. For lunch, of course, he first had to take a shower, otherwise Frau Briefs wouldn't let him into the kitchen (outrageous, what you had to put up with as a prince ...) then he went to look for Bulma. The fragments of the door had been cleared away, but the doorframe was still yawning empty.Vegeta hesitated to enter and only called Bulma's name briefly. Nobody answered, so she must have been in the workshop.
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As he walked down the hall, he heard the voices of a man and a woman in the living room. "How can you be so cold," the man accused the woman. “I have confessed my love to you and you joke with my brother, my cousin and my grandfather as if my love meant nothing to you.” Vegeta, curious, opened the door a crack. Frau Briefs sat on the couch, a handkerchief in her hand, and stared spellbound at the television, where a blond Earthling sank at the feet of a red-haired beauty, wringing hands.
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"You're exaggerating," said the woman distantly. "We kissed, so what? It was nice, but no promise to give you my heart or my soul. You are just a washcloth, that's all. If you were a man to be looked up to, a man with pride and dignity, you would be assured of my love.But this will only reap my contempt. Never come under my eyes again! "With that she tore herself away from him and stumbled away. The rejected lover crouched like a pile of misery on the floor and howled.
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Disgusted Vegeta closed the door again. Earthlings! The men were no good and the women were beasts. No, before he was even remotely in danger of making himself so ridiculous, he would turn his back on earth forever, there were still many planets in the universe where you could train ...
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He opened the door to the workshop and looked around for Bulma. She was crouching at a computer and frantically hitting the keys. As he stepped closer, he saw that the first draft of his suit was being drawn up on the screen. A window was open and there was busy traffic outside, so Bulma didn't hear him when he stepped behind her.
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She had a pencil clamped between her teeth and next to the keyboard lay a pile of sketch sheets smeared with barely legible characters, numbers and symbols.He had to bend deeper to decipher a few of them and the warm scent of blue flowers rose to his nose again. A light breeze from the window tousled her fine hair. Was it as soft as it looked? As so often, Vegeta acted without thinking and ran her fingers gently through her hair. Finer than the silk of the white negligee ...
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Bulma jumped up, startled, and spat out the pencil. "Vegeta! How can you scare me like that!"
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Vegeta, who was already regretting his curiosity, kept his distance. "No need to act so hysterical, I just wanted to know how far you are with the suit."
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"You don't have to mess up my hairstyle and knock when you come in."
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"You have no orders to give me and besides, your hairstyle is by God not a work of art that could be seriously damaged."
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"At least I don't look like I'm getting electrocuted all the time."<br />
"There is more power in Saiyan hair than in the weak strands of you Earthlings, which you need gel and spray to look only halfway as strong."
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"Oh yes, if your hair is so much better than ours ..." Bulma reached into her pocket and before Vegeta could react, he had an exchanger bracelet on his wrist. While he was still staring at the piece and trying to remember where he had seen something like this before, Bulma put on the counterpart. "... then we'll check it out." With that she pressed her crystal onto those Vegetas and Wusch! she had his hair and he had her hair.
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“Damn it!” Vegeta felt his head and couldn't believe it. She had actually given him her hair, fine, silky and absolutely useless for a Saiyan. "That can't be true yet! Put my hair back out immediately, or ..."
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"Or what?", Bulma felt strange with these structures on her head.The hair weighed a lot more than her own. She grabbed one of the strands. "Eh! They're really stiff and they itch too. When was the last time you washed them? A year ago or ten?"
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She shook her hand as if she could get rid of the feeling. "No wonder mom has to get your pillow fresh every day."
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"It's my hair, so don't complain about it," he stared sullenly at the exchanger. "How do you get this thing to work the other way around again?"
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“Not by tinkering with it like an amateur.” Bulma also wanted her clean hair back, but on the other hand, such an opportunity did not come back so quickly. "Wait a moment for me Vegeta, will you?" She ran towards the door.
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"Hey! Where are you going with my hair?"
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"Not to watch TV if you're scared of it. But they definitely need to be washed."
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Vegeta saw Bulma doing all sorts of things with his hair in his mind's eye, from curling scissors to colored highlights, Bulma had already participated in so many hairstyle trends that the worst thing he could imagine was probably not even bad enough .... "That let it stay, just give it back to me."Vegeta grabbed Bulma by the left wrist, but she was no longer wearing her exchanger." It's back there on the workbench, "she said." But the exchange can wait. "
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"We wanted to see that," Vegeta wasn't overly rough, but his grip was really iron as he pulled her to the workbench. "Give up, Bulma against me you have no chance."
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"We want to see that ..." Bulma reached into one of her many pockets in her work suit and whoosh she had a pair of scissors in her right hand and took a particularly cheeky strand hostage. "One step further and you have a brush cut ..."
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Vegeta cursed in silence. Although he could otherwise see through most of the Earthlings as if through glass, Bulma was absolutely impossible to read for him and thus an unpredictable factor. He stepped back, grinding his teeth. "But only wash. Woe to you if you perfume or dye them."
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"You can do whatever you want with my hair", Bulma showed himself through his insight, mildly and generously."In the worst case, I'll shave them off after myself and buy myself some fancy wigs until they've grown back."
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Vegeta was tempted to stick his tongue out at her like a little boy. He wondered about this impulse. Foolishness and trivialities like this hair-swapping game, dancing and the like had been alien to him before. Inspired by the desire to finally be able to shake off Freezer's yoke, he had taken on hardship and pain, only found a faint reflection of joie de vivre in it when he could force his strength on even weaker people .... Somehow he liked this Vegeta von previously didn't like to suffer so much anymore. Now in his contest with Kakerott, in life here everything seemed to be a wonderful game, still tough, but with moments like these that softened the frozen armor around his soul and proved to him that fighting wasn't the whole thing Life was. There was more, and if he was honest he was secretly tempted to taste a little more of this.But first he had to kill these cyborgs first and then make it clear to Kakerott who was the strongest Saiyan on earth and maybe next ...
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Bulma could tell that his thoughts were elsewhere. With the scissors still attached to the strand, she carefully walked out the door, down the hall and prayed that her mother wouldn’t run into her. After the hectic clatter of dishes and the hissing, her favorite soap opera was over and she let off steam in the kitchen. Bulma got into the bathroom unmolested (a blessing that