your kind live there?"
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"More than can fit in your ship," Bulma replied beastly. He wouldn't get any details from her. It was just missing that such a ship scanned the earth for slaves as if they didn't have enough problems with the cyborg threat .....
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"Well, I can still search the on-board computer for the data, right?"
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"Oh yeah?" Bulma pulled her hand from Vegeta's, took a step back and pressed the button on the underside of the spaceship. It made a pop! and the ship was no longer there, only the capsule. Bulma held it up demonstratively and put it in the breast pocket of her overalls.
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"Do you really think it would be such an effort for me to get them out of there again?" Asked the Phelese, smiling indulgently."You only get a green stamp, but I'll go that far anytime."
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Bulma's shoulders sagged. "All right, that was a stupid idea, but I can't possibly leave you the data of my world." With that she fished the capsule out again, let it fall to the ground and stepped on it with all her strength. so that it broke. Vegeta gasped in horror.
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The Phelese paused, but didn't get angry like Bulma had expected, but tipped his head back and laughed. "You are really consistent, female from the earth. You should have earned yourself a golden stamp."
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Unsure of what to make of this reaction, she gave Vegeta a questioning look. But he was still staring in disbelief at the few crumbs that were left of the capsule. Your only escape route - there.
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"What happens now?" Bulma asked the Phelesen. "Aren't we tied up, thrown into a dirty hole or something?"<br />
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"I will not damage my valuable property," said the Phelese indignantly. "Hmmm ... you two aren't reproductive partners, are you?"
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Bulma and Vegeta both blushed and shook their heads vigorously.
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The Phelese smiled even wider. "That's good, because pregnancy would depress the value of women."
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Now both became even redder and Bulma in particular swallowed hard. It would be possible ... Chichi and Gokou had shown it and .... to carry Vegeta's child within, to hold it in your arms ... the thought filled them with warmth. But now was really not the right time for that and so she just raised her hands defensively. “I'm definitely not pregnant. Not even from my last boyfriend.” Strange, she had never been tempted to have a child with Yamcha.
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“So much the better.” The Phelese checked the chronometer on his wrist. "I think it would be time for a short break.I feel a little dull. I have given you two a cabin very close to mine, food and drinks should be ready there. Until I have finally decided which stamps you will get, I do not advise you to reduce your value through rash actions, understand? "
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Vegeta looked like he wanted to go off to the Phelesen and his company, but he controlled himself and nodded. Satisfied, the Phelese pressed a button on his communicator and a very pretty humanoid woman with pink hair and snow-white skin and red eyes appeared. A gold stamp was emblazoned on her cheek.
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"Follow Chri'Lan, she will take you to your quarters. I still have a few things to sort out on the bridge."
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Bulma and Vegeta had no choice. It was easy to get lost on the huge ship, and where should they flee to? Your guide Chri'Lan was very silent. Only when Bulma asked how many slaves there were on the ship did she open her mouth."Three hundred and twelve."
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"And do they all have stamps? Where are they taken. What does a gold stamp and a green and a blue mean?"
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"Each slave of the High Marani of Pheles bears a stamp. Gold stamps are awards that attest to the high individual value of the goods, green stamps receive goods of good average value and goods with blue stamps are not sold, but held back by the High Marani for personal benefit. "
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"Apparently he wants you as a bodyguard too, Vegeta," Bulma said. "I guess you could easily defeat the three muscle types."
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"You can bet on that," Vegeta said scornfully. "But I don't feel like playing the watchdog for the lacquered guy."
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Chri'Lan gave Vegeta a strange look, but otherwise made no further comment. They came to an area of ​​the ship where the individual doors were further apart. One was particularly conspicuous, decorated with gold coating and glittering stones, a woolly carpet lay in front of it and two robots with energy lances kept watch on the right and left.<br />
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"It's strange that the Phelese doesn't feel safe with all the robots and still needs humanoid bodyguards", Bulma wondered as they passed them. Again this enigmatic look came from Chri'Lan and she even seemed to smile fleetingly. But before Bulma could ask more, they stopped in front of another door. Chri'Lan opened it. In front of them was a spacious room with a double bed, desk, communication console and wardrobe. Vegeta and Bulma entered and Chri'Lan closed the door behind them.
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Bulma's first path led to the closet. When she opened it, she took a deep breath. Vegeta stepped up behind her and wondered what was so great about a few scraps of cloth. Bulma took out one of the dresses, a soft, flowing creation made of golden yellow and white, searched the drawers where, to her delight, were also underwear and stockings, and disappeared into the bathroom.Vegeta shrugged and went to the door to see if they were locked. There was a field to the left of the door where you could put your hand on it, but the mechanism had probably been overridden by Chri'Lan.
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While he was still wondering whether he should kick the door or blow it up with a burst of energy, Bulma came out of the bathroom freshly showered and changed. Vegeta's gaze immediately caught on the incredibly deep neckline. "You don't want to walk around like that, do you?" He asked hoarsely.
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Bulma put her fists on her hips. "And why not? The fabric is wonderful, it fits like a glove and I don't even have to pay for it."
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"Is your freedom worth so little to you?" Vegeta asked with a raised brow. "Or do you like to be a slave as long as he provides you with nice clothes in which he can see a lot of the goods?"
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"What's that supposed to mean?" Bulma hissed."Do you think I picked it because of him?"
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"Why else? Maybe because of me?"
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"That would suit you, wouldn't it? First you drag me away from home just to fix the ship and cook your food and then you play the jealous!"
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"Nobody here is jealous, especially not of this lacquered Phelesen. What does he have that I should be jealous of?"
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"A huge ship, lots of power, cool looks, elegance, noble manners ...", Bulma listed on her ten fingers. "Should I continue?"
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"Aha, so you have a crush on him after all!" Vegeta didn't understand why he was picking on this ridiculous point for so long, why he wanted to hear her deny it ...
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Bulma took a deep breath to shout out a loud protest, but then she paused and narrowed her eyes. "And if so. You shouldn't care if your assistant mechanic and your cook fall in love with a Phelesen, or not?"<br />
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"I don't care either," Vegeta said and stepped very close to Bulma to make his point of view clear to her. "It doesn't matter ..." His hands grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the wall. Bulma did not fight back. She held her breath, wondering if she hadn't gone a step too far and irritated him too much. Vegeta heard her hasty breathing and I looked at her wide-open green-blue eyes. The very thought that she might look at the Phelesen so longingly made his blood boil. He would make it clear to her that she didn't belong to anyone else, right now. His lips found hers and he drank her soft sigh as if it were pure honey. That was what he was looking for, that feeling when she clawed her fingers in his upper arms, that brief hesitation before she opened her lips to give him more of her warmth. His hands went from her shoulders to the plunging neckline. When his fingers gently stroked the warm skin, Bulma winced slightly and backed away.He reached for her, got hold of the fabric, pulled it a little too hard and ... ratsch ... the dress was in two.
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Vegeta considered apologizing for a moment, then changed her mind. "There you can see what such a rag is good for. I guess you won't survive an escape with it."
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Bulma pulled the remains of the dress up over her chest and turned her back to him. "Vegeta, ... you fool!" She ran back into the bathroom and slipped back into the black overalls, gritting her teeth. Just as she stepped back into the room to give Vegeta her opinion again, the two heard footsteps coming down the corridor from outside.
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"That must be the Phelese and his entourage," Vegeta growled, glad of the distraction. Bulma nodded and stood next to him at the door to be able to listen. "Is he coming here to give us these stamps?" She asked softly.
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But the Phelese just seemed to want to return to his own quarters.They heard the door open and he marched through with his three bodyguards. Then the door closed again and nothing more could be heard.
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"Damn it! If only we could find out what they're talking about," Vegeta said. "Then we would probably know better what they are going to do with us."
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Bulma's gaze slid to the communications console. "Well, I can try ..." She sat on the armchair in front of it, activated the device and tried the various buttons and buttons until she was familiar with them. "It's very similar to ours. ... hmmm ... where do we have the directory, ahh yes, and here is this Phelese ... if I change it like that and then switch it off, we would have to .. .. "She hastily typed something in, turned a couple of