villain let himself be led to his crime scene in the taxi without threatening or intimidating the driver. The cars behind him kept changing.
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It was not clear which of them belonged to the film team and which did not.
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"I thought the car was fast," came from behind. "Instead, we're sneaking around here in a spiral. I'm not here for sightseeing, I'm in a hurry!"
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"It's okay," reassured the driver. If there really was a camera in the hairstyle, it might even be live broadcast. The whole country could see how well he drove and there was hardly any better publicity. Let's go! The taxi accelerated with a jolt and the taxi driver jerked the steering wheel so that they slid into the fast lane.There a pimply-faced junior drove quite briskly in his first sports car, who was not badly astonished to suddenly have a racing, honking, flashing taxi hanging on the bumper.
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The yellow vehicle naturally aroused his ambition and he didn't think about slowing down even an inch.
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The taxi driver was already sweating on his forehead. His passenger tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. "Window open!"
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The tone of voice didn't allow for any contradiction (at least not if you wanted to experience your retirement age ...). No sooner had the left pane slid down silently than Vegeta leaned far out and aimed his hand at the sports car.
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The young bungee didn't see the danger coming, of course, who is intimidated by a middle-aged man waving his hand just because he has a few muscles? He lost his grin when, from his empty hand, a ball of glowing yellow energy shot towards his car.A quick swerve to the right and the sports car literally shot off the road, raced across the lawn of the nearby park and sank into the duck pond, gurgling. The driver was able to save himself unharmed and cursing to the bank, where he wept over his muddy clothes and the car, for which 30 installments were still open ...
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The taxi driver had become completely different now. Pale and tense, he raced through the streets and alleys with his dubious passenger and was relieved as never before in his life when he finally stopped in front of a very expensive apartment complex. “Here it is,” he said, carefully peering in the rearview mirror. The dangerous maniac (the thought of a live show he had meanwhile buried) did not even say thank you, but simply got out and walked towards the building. The driver toyed with the idea of ​​calling the police, but since he had driven the guy through the city for free, he could be interpreted as helping and so he only tried to get as many intersections as possible between his taxi and this block bring to.<br />
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Vegeta heard the taxi race away, the engine roaring, but his attention was on the door plates. "Pulatio Manhip" was written there in elegant gold letters.
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In front of the front door stood a beefy man in a hideously gaudy uniform and folded arms. It didn't look like he would voluntarily step aside if someone asked to enter without an appointment. Normally Vegeta would have put him to sleep with his little finger, but his real goal was to track down Safrano and Bulma without being noticed. Sighing, he stepped back into the street. The flat roof seemed a better target than the front door. Out of sight of the porter, Vegeta flew up like a gust of wind. From there it was easy to break open the door to the stairwell and get to the second floor. There were several doors here and Vegeta had no trouble finding the right one. But what now? He could of course process this door into kindling, but then he could have saved himself the detour via the roof.<br />
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Between the apartment of Professor Manhip and that of a certain tax advisor Treuschau, the corridor was greatly widened and the sun shone through a window on a leather couch and a designer coffee table with magazines and comics. Apparently you could settle down here, like in a waiting room.
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The window came just in time for Vegeta, it slid open noiselessly. He climbed onto the windowsill and looked down. Since this was the back of the building, there was a small garden below and a river beyond. No unpleasant spectators in sight, Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief and jumped. With his back against the wall of the house, he carefully floated to the professor's window. He was a friend of bushy balcony plants of unknown origin, which made it easy for Vegeta to hide behind them. The first room, the anteroom, was empty, but the next one really looked like a plumber's office. The infamous couch here was made of green leather and Bulma was stretched out on it.Professor Manhip, a windy fellow with a weasel face, waxed mustache and toupee, sat on a leather armchair right next to it, while Safrano sat on a sofa a few paces away and watched the whole thing with a satisfied smile.
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"Don't you feel better, Miss Briefs? Now that you have left all pain behind you, have passed all worries and problems on to your loyal fiancé Safrano and can only do what gives you the most pleasure, namely developing and researching .. . "
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"I had ... peace," Bulma said haltingly. "It was so quiet. But now ... he's back."
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Vegeta swallowed. So it had an effect on her after all.
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"That's just the beginning now. Soon he'll be gone again and you can become a wife and mother. Don't you feel happy at the thought that the loyal Safrano will always be by your side? Forget that barbarian Vegeta and take a look only forward.Safrano is her future, her life, her love ... "With every word the professor's voice sounded more imploring, softer and even Vegeta had to hold back to not nod in agreement.
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Bulma, however, reacted to the professor's voice as she always did, and her eyes became even more empty. "Safrano is everything," she said flatly.
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Satisfied, Safrano nodded in the background and stood up. "That should be enough again. I'll do the rest as soon as this annoying pygmy has disappeared." Turning to Bulma, he said friendly. "Go out and wait for me in the anteroom, honey. I just have to thank the professor."
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Obediently, Bulma rose and went out. As soon as the door closed behind her, Safrano's mask of friendliness fell off and he grimaced in disgust.
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"Everything in the green, Manhip ?."
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"No problems at all, although this Vegeta is undoubtedly a disturbing element. But as soon as you put the ring on Bulma's finger and both of you have signed the prenuptial agreement, I could try to get her back."<br />
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"Better not, otherwise she'll scratch my eyes out."
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"Don't worry, I wouldn't bet that she would ever find her way back anyway. Actually, she should never have responded so quickly to the program, but the shock and her weakened constitution played into our hands. I made it easily, to anchor in her core that she is lost without you. If you were not with her for more than 24 hours, she would stop eating, drinking, sleeping and maybe even breathing. Is a good insurance against this mad martial artist Vegeta, right? "
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"But a damn annoying one too ..." Safrano snorted. "It's no fun kissing that blunt puppet."
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If I were you, I would dispose of them in a minor accident, and both of them along with them
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Vegeta clenched his fists and his aura flickered. He fought his anger down with the utmost effort.If he understood correctly, he still had some time, but turning the two villains into dust wouldn't be a way to help Bulma either. With gritted teeth, Vegeta waited until Safrano and Bulma had left the building. Meanwhile, Professor Manhip was comfortably reading a tome in his armchair and had no idea what was brewing outside the window. Vegeta's anger erupted as soon as the car with Safrano and Bulma was out of sight.
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The glass shattered and part of the masonry and the frame was catapulted into the room. Startled, Manhip took cover behind his chair. Vegeta was still firmly in control, but his glowing aura was warning enough as he floated into the room.
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"Get out of town!" He snapped at Manhip, putting his palm on the couch. The expensive piece of furniture was caught full of the energy beam and all that was left was a pile of ash."No contact with this Safrano and if you come anywhere near Bulma again, you will end up the same way, understand? Don't you think about playing your games over the phone or anything else. I'll track you down ..."
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The very low voice with which Vegeta threw the threats in his face hit the professor to the core. Pale as death, he nodded to each of Vegeta's sentences.
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Heavy footsteps could be heard trampling down the corridor. "Professor Manhip, what happened? Are you all right? Please answer!"
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"Just don't think that you can pick up the phone now to warn Safrano. I'll find out ..." With that, Vegeta jumped through the hole in the wall and flew high above the city back to the letters.
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On the same day, Professor Manhip closed all his accounts and savings books, joined an arctic expedition and, a few weeks later, became a tribal member of an Inuit community.He married the daughter of a bone carver and acquired considerable skills in killing yetisaurs.
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With traffic in the city, Vegeta easily overtook Safrano's car. When Safrano and Bulma arrived, Vegeta had already told Bulma's parents everything and was about to get his things back in his room.
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To Safrano's indignant question, Ms. Briefs only gave the agreed answer and since Bulma's father had already started to overhaul the spaceship