her father mostly fed cats in the glass house at this time of day) and carefully locked all the doors before she dropped her arm and took a deep breath. Luckily Vegeta didn't know that she would never have carried out her threat in her life. Punishing him for life with a disgraced hairstyle would have been exaggerated. Bulma dared a quick glance in the mirror and froze.She just looked horrible. No, she didn't want to carry this broom on her head for longer than necessary. There was a large selection of shampoos in the closet and it was difficult for her to decide which one to choose. Finally she chose one that she had bought her father once. It had turned out to be a mistake and was never used. Bulma unscrewed it and sniffed it. A little like sandalwood, lavender and mint, just the right mix that promised warmth and freshness at the same time. Determined, she took off her clothes, stepped into the shower and first soaked the hair properly. Then a good portion of shampoo spread over the hair and off we went. Well, it took four washes in total before Bulma was sure that every single hair was squeaking with cleanliness. She dried herself off with relief. Hard to believe, even when wet the hair still stood in the sky, it was really indestructible. The drying went surprisingly quickly and with relief Bulma slipped back into her clothes to run back to the workshop.It smelled tempting from the kitchen and her mother was about to call to the table. To Bulma's relief, Vegeta hadn’t made off with her hair and didn’t touch it either. Rather, he was crouching in front of Bulma's computer and examining the plans for his suit.
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"We can trade back," Bulma said aloud. Vegeta turned around and was glad that his hair was neither curly nor pink. Bulma put on her exchanger and the hair swap was undone. Vegeta clearly felt the difference. His hair smelled different, not unpleasant, but just like that of an Earthling. Well, he wouldn't have to wash it like that for at least the next six months ... Bulma guessed what he was thinking and said: "So if you washed your hair every time after training, it would always look as good as it does now . Really princely. "
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Vegeta growled. He had got used to soaking himself to relax, but also washed his hair ...was he a vain Earthling? But, somehow his head felt lighter and he was tempted to run through his strands repeatedly because the clean feeling was just pleasant. Still, it was of course not acceptable that Bulma had simply borrowed his hair. If he let that go, she'd go on some other ridiculous swap story next, stealing his hardened muscles in the end just because she thought he was being too hard on himself. He decided to avoid her until he left. If it weren't for his suit ... "Will you need me for fittings?" He asked, pointing to the sketches.
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Bulma scanned her notes and quickly calculated how long the first phase would last. "Not in the next five days. By then I should have the dimensions and then only a few details are missing before I go on to modeling."
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So five days. He would know how to use it.<br />
Then Frau Briefs called their names from the kitchen. Lunch time.
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Six days later: ...
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Bulma's door was fixed in the meantime and since she always slept longer than Vegeta, they only met while eating. Bulma didn't spend all of the time in his suit. She had also started unraveling and modifying the exchanger. Safrano hadn’t got in touch, so he didn’t care that she hadn’t brought the two models back to him yet.
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His appointment as head of development had been widely announced in the media and the exchanger promised to be the adult toy of the season. In addition, the aura generator was unfortunately completely lost, which Bulma did not bother, she had more important things to do than negotiate the sale of the patent with any other company.
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When the container with the Noctarion (this is what Bulma had christened the black mass) was delivered, Bulma was ready with the plans to initiate Vegeta in the next step.<br />
In the evening she slipped a message under his door in the expectation that he would read it and prepare for it the next day as soon as he got up.
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"I hope it won't take too long, I still have to get the most out of training by the weekend," he said ungraciously as he entered the workshop.
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"If you no longer want the suit, I can sell the bulk to the army," was Bulma's snappy reply.
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"Now don't freak out, I'm here, am I?" Vegeta crossed his arms. "So what should I do?"
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"It's easy, take off your clothes."
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Vegeta's jaw dropped. "WAAAS?"
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"Should the part fit like a glove, or do you want off-the-shelf goods that are too wide here and too narrow there?"
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"Can't your father do that?" Vegeta couldn't stop him from blushing.
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Bulma covered a smile with the back of her hand and shook her head. "Lately he's been constantly looking for spare parts for the spaceship.You'd think it'll fall apart soon. "
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"Ah, you don't even know!", Vegeta exclaimed.
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When Bulma raised an eyebrow at this, he added as if it were the most insignificant thing in the world. "I will fly into space in a good nine days so that I can train outside in peace."
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“For how long?” Why did her throat feel so dry? Bulma cleared her throat and coughed.
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Vegeta, whose burning eyes hadn't left her face for a second, registered her obvious surprise with satisfaction.
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“Until the day the cyborgs show up, of course.” Would she ask him to stay?
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Bulma feel the lump in her throat grow bigger and bigger. What if he got tired out there? If he was worse off than the other trip. Technically, he wasn't completely untalented, but ... "Are you sure you can take it out there for that long?"<br />
"You think I could break down and end up in nowhere?"
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She nodded, and he showed his usual, narrow smile that oozed superiority.
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"You worry in vain, your father is putting together a repair manual for me, I will load so much provisions, water and food that I could live on it for twice as long if necessary and you saw what spare parts he prepares. Also on those I thought about fuel. I'll just wait for the suit, then I'll be gone. "
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Did he have to pretend there was no greater pleasure than getting away from here? Well, she wasn't going to add fuel to the fire of his complacency.
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She shrugged her shoulders, stressed indifferently: "Then I just hope that this time you don't knock the controls too lumpy again, overload the stabilizers and set the jets incorrectly. But as your own mechanic you will surely get that under control."<br />
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"Nothing is impossible for a Saiyan like me," said Vegeta with absolute conviction.
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"If only you're not mistaken ...", Bulma mumbled softly. Should he get stranded out there, alone in the darkness of space, or be swallowed up by the sun. She wouldn't cry a tear after that stubborn fool. "Then we should carry on. We don't want to overturn your beautiful schedule, do we?" The cutting sarcasm in her voice would have struck more sensitive souls, but it ran off Vegeta like rainwater on his hair. But one thing did happen to her, Vegeta was embarrassed again, and she loved it.
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"Do I have to take everything off? It won't be a full-body armor that has to fit like a diving suit."
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Unfortunately not, Bulma thought to himself and showed himself graciously (not that he deserved it ...): "You can keep your shorts on and, if you like, your shoes.Do you see that cube with the round holes over there? "
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Vegeta nodded. Then Bulma went to the addressed object and pressed a barely visible switch. The cube opened. It was completely hollow inside and empty except for a few heat sensors. "As soon as you got rid of your clothes, you stand in the middle of the cube and tighten all your muscles as hard as you can, I need the maximum stretch?" She demonstrated. "Are you okay?"
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"If it has to be ..." Vegeta looked at her sharply. "And what are you doing while I am undressing?"
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"I film the whole thing and then send the pictures on TV to vote for the hottest guy of the year. What music would you like for your striptease?" If it hadn't been for the irony in her voice, Vegeta would have turned even redder out of embarrassment and anger . But as it was, he just looked at her angrily and Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "It's okay, that was a stupid joke, I'll admit.I prepare the details on the computer and turn my back on you. Satisfied?"
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Without waiting for his reaction, she sat down at the computer and punched the keys.
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Vegeta took a deep breath, then pulled off his overalls and untied the belt. Bulma was glad he couldn't see her face. The image on the screen was dark enough to make the glass look like a bad mirror, and since the largest light source in the workshop was just above his head, details were blurry, but still recognizable.
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Why is my heart beating like that? Bulma wondered. I've already seen him naked. Is it because I'm secretly watching him? These muscles ... he torments himself to become stronger, there is nothing that needs to be improved on him (at least not externally ...) ... She sighed.
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Vegeta, who was about to lower his pants, winced. She didn't see him, did she? Thanks to his sharpened perception, he recognized his blurred reflection on the screen next to the negative sketch of the suit.This Bulma ... He fought his embarrassment down and got off his trouser legs. He tucked into the boxer shorts and pretended to relax his muscles. Since the screen was slightly inclined, he could see Bulma's face reflected in it, on the other side, also blurred, but