Just a smile
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Part 14
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Bulma stared at her guide in amazement. “Three and twenty,” she emphasized every syllable, “Descendants?” Since the handsome young man never flickered an eyelid, she swallowed. "You're not serious, are you? I haven't planned any children in my life."
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Vegeta, who had wanted to say something similar, paused. She didn't want any children - generally not or only because he was selected as a "breeding bull"? The second option hurt.
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"The Great Guardian expected that an intelligent mammalian species would not encourage its females to produce more than ten offspring, but in this case he has prepared everything to make the most of the female's fertility. Unfortunately, it is no longer in the earliest fertility age . "
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Bulma felt the blood rise more and more to her head. "I don't want to let my fertility be exploited at all, understand?I am a feeling, thinking being and not a cell culture in a test tube. In addition, "she added, a little more quietly and very offended," women on earth can have children until they are over 50. And I'm still a long way from that. "
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"Suppose we'd all have these kids," Vegeta said slowly.
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"Vegeta!" Bulma stared at him with a bright red head, "how can you ..."
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He raised his hand and cut her off. "Suppose your keeper's plan worked. Why should our children stay here when the earth is our home?"
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The guide seemed to think for a moment. By chance, Bulma saw tiny, barely visible lights blinking on the wide bracelet, which at first glance appeared to be made of hammered bronze. She sucked in a sharp breath and examined the guy very closely. Yes ... it was obvious when you knew what to look for.
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"The custodian will raise the young mammals. He will create suitable guards who will teach the young everything they need to know about Irhyd so that the repopulation can begin."
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"That's crazy!" Bulma blurted out. "Does this guardian really think I'd let him have one child? If anyone here is raising my children, it will be me."
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Before she knew it, the Führer was behind her. “I, Eros, will personally ensure that your boys get into his care.” With no apparent effort, he took her arms and turned her backwards so that she could no longer move.
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"Take your hands off immediately!", Bulma gasped and kicked his toes with all her might. Again no reaction. Although tears welled up in her eyes from the pain, she could
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fuzzy seeing Vegeta shooting towards them. A breeze brushed past her head and then the pain was gone.Rubbing her forearm, she turned and saw that Eros (he must have taken names and looks from the spaceship's database) was leaning against a palm tree and rubbing his chin. The little lights on its hoop flickered frantically. Vegeta stood in front of Bulma with flashing eyes, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession with suppressed anger. He turned his head in the direction where he felt Bulma's aura. "Did I get him, Bulma?"
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“Yes, you aimed well.” She looked at him. "Can you see again Vegeta?"
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He shook his head. "No, I could only guess where he was from your aura. Damn it, if I could see he'd be ground beef long ago."
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"Don't underestimate him," Bulma muttered softly, intended only for his ears. "He's not a living being, but a highly developed robot."
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"Ah, that explains the lack of aura."
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In the meantime the Great Guardian had evaluated the data from Vegeta's attack and initiated the reaction.Eros came back with quick steps and before Vegeta could react, Eros had him already in his grasp and was squeezing his chest.
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“Let him go!” Bulma picked up a stone and hit Eros with it. He was completely unimpressed, only his synthetic skin got slight cracks. Nevertheless, he suddenly released Vegeta, who then sank panting to his knees.
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“Vegeta, are you badly injured?” Bulma wanted to bend down, but he waved it off.
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"Alright, nobody can kill me that easily."
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With her fists on her hips, Bulma built herself up in front of Eros. "Why did you do that? I think you both want to use us for your ridiculous breeding."
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"The male is not absolutely necessary," explained Eros, unmoved by her anger. "There is also the possibility of artificial insemination, as the keeper knows from your spaceship's database. If the male has been milked a few times, reproduction is possible without his or her further assistance."<br />
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Vegeta, who naturally overheard the whole thing, got up and clenched his fists. "Then try if you can" milk "me against my will. I'm not a fish."
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"That's correct," the robot admitted without any emotion. "The Guardian therefore refrains from forcibly removing the necessary material and leaves it to their base instincts to take an active part in the preservation of their species."
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Vegeta relaxed barely noticeably. “Good for you, otherwise I would have laid the whole complex here in rubble and ashes.” At that moment his stomach growled audibly.
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Bulma looked at the bracelet of the robot, on which Vegeta was still a little pale and made up her mind: "First of all, you and your keeper should know that a starved man cannot be driven to peak performance. We need two valuable breeding objects now for a nice time in a well-kept environment. For my part, I won't have a picnic on the beach. "<br />
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"As I said, you have several habitats to choose from. We have also prepared a domestic scenario." He pointed to a small hut that stood between the palm trees.
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"That doesn't look very luxurious," complained Bulma. "I don't want sand in my hair or on the table."
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“Just follow me!” Eros led the way to the hut and opened the door wide.
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Bulma took Vegeta's hand. "I don't want to go in there alone, please," she said, pulling him along. He let it happen because he wasn't sure what their sudden willingness to cooperate was aiming at.
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No sooner had they stepped through the entrance than they found themselves not in a small, dirty hut, but in a splendid villa. Everything flashed and blinked with cleanliness. Eros directed his steps to another door, and when it swung open there was a beautifully designed room with a magnificently laid table.Wall hangings told of romantic moments and violin music sounded from somewhere. The food smelled tempting and neither Vegeta nor Bulma let themselves be asked for long. Eros acted like a discreet waiter in a first class restaurant, pouring their glasses full of blood red wine and lifting the lids off the plates so they could see what goodies were waiting for them. There were stuffed partridges, crepe with asparagus, butter noodles with truffles and many other delicacies. Since Bulma cleared her throat admonishingly, Vegeta pulled herself together and remembered her etiquette lessons. He couldn't really enjoy the food, if only because he was always aware of how clumsy he was doing. Eros made himself useful and cut his food into bite-sized portions, which Vegeta was all the more so when at the end a raspberry mousse with a cream of mint and white chocolate was offered, Vegeta was still far from being full.
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<br />After Bulma had put her napkin aside and got up, the violin music turned into the sound of waltzes. Vegeta remembered her dance and the feeling of lightness and levitation that he had experienced.
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But without eyesight, it was out of the question. He was about to turn away when he felt Bulma's hand on his arm. "There's a big, empty room here, Vegeta. I trusted your guidance, please."
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Eros picked up the table without much effort, without a glass tipping over, and carried it out of the room.
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Bulma grabbed Vegeta's right hand and placed it on her hip, and grabbed his left hand with her right while she rested her left on his upper arm. "You still remember it, don't you? One, two, three and one, two, three and ..."
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And whether he remembered. His feet automatically found the rhythm again. One, two, three ... every time he got too close to a wall, she tugged on his sleeve warningly and he changed direction.One two Three...
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Finally, Bulma had to pause for breath. Vegeta didn't feel like taking his hand off her hip, rather he pulled her tighter. Bulma withdrew her left hand from him and placed it on his chest, where his heart was beating painfully. "Vegeta ...", her voice shook and she put her head on his shoulder. "Vegeta ... I want to get away from here, I want to go home, back home with you at last."
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Vegeta wrapped his arms around her trembling body. "Shhh ...! Don't cry, Bulma. We mustn't show any weakness towards this robot. You have a plan, or at least an idea, what we can do."
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Bulma took a few deep breaths. "Sorry, Vegeta. The music made me maudlin." Still, she made no attempt to break free from his embrace. It felt good to be held like this, his calm gave her strength. "It'll be fine again."
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<br />Vegta, in turn, felt her unconditional trust and his self-confidence, which had been cracked by the lost fight against Eros, grew again. "You don't need to hurry, Bulma," he muttered into her hair and held her a little tighter. “Neither of us give up that quickly.” He inhaled the scent of her hair and closed his eyes. Those were the days, back then on earth, when his everyday life followed clear paths and he always looked forward to verbally crossing blades with Bulma. He was long out of training and back down to earth, promising at least a hint of hope that he would get