and gather his strength first," said Bulma and sat a little away from him with her back to a palm tree. "It'll take an hour or two, I guess."
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For a few breaths Eros stared blankly out to sea. “The Great Guardian will be patient.” With quick steps he marched back to the hut.
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Sighing, Bulma leaned back and wished she had a bathing suit on hand. This habitat appealed to her very much, but she did not dare to keep her belongings out of sight, the Great Guardian might come up with the idea to examine the capsules more closely.
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Bulma moved closer to Vegeta. He looked quite harmless, in the sunset, as he lay there so relaxed. He also had to be hot in the black overalls, although the piece was sleeveless and therefore had an advantage over her long-sleeved garment.Somehow her fingers itched to splash some water on his face. How could he sleep when they were at the mercy of this tin idiot. A plan matured in Bulma, but it still consisted of too many "If .." and "But ..." and "Maybe ..." for it to be ready for a decision. One thing was certain, the Great Guardian, whoever it was, would not be held off for too long.
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She rummaged in the sand with the tips of her shoes and went through all the options again ...
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“Uähhh!” A good hour had passed and Vegeta had finally slept off.
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Bulma was still sitting next to him in the same place, hastily wiping her hand over the symbols she had dug in the sand with a twig.
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Vegeta straightened up and stretched. "Where's that Eros?"
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As if on cue, the robot strode out of the hut with a tray. He placed it in the sand between Bulma and Vegeta and pulled away the cloth he had spread over it.<br />
"It's a snack specially prepared for the male," Eros said calmly. "The Great Guardian has used the knowledge that the computer in your spaceship has provided on this topic and has synthesized identical substances. The effect should not fail even though the Great Guardian could not precisely calculate it, since it is so-called" popular belief ". "
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"What kind of effect does he expect from it?" Vegeta sniffed suspiciously at the contents of his plate. "Smells like mussels and fried meat. There's no poison in there, is there?"
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Bulma frowned as she examined the contents of his plate. "Well, I can't help it, what does it all remind me of ..." She put her finger to her chin and stared at the false sky above her. "Oysters, something that looks like powdered horn and two round meatballs ..." She suddenly remembered and snorted with laughter. "No, really ..."
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"Come on, tell me what's so strange," said Vegeta and felt for the fork. After a few tries, he dug her prongs into one of the meatballs. "I don't think I've ever had anything like that to eat with you. Isn't it palatable?"
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"Yes," said Bulma and wiped the tears of laughter from her face. "There are people who are desperate enough to want to eat this every day, but unfortunately there aren't enough bulls in the world that want to become oxen."
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Vegeta, who had tentatively bitten off a tiny piece of the ball, coughed out the piece of meat again. “What do you mean, these are ...?” He pointed with the fork in the direction in which he suspected Eros. "Is she right?"
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"The conclusion of the female is correct. That about the horn is also true, it is the synthesized horn of an animal called" rhinoceros ", which is ascribed the same effect as the oyster."
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"Do I look like I need stuff like that?"Vegeta dropped the fork on the oysters and pushed the tray aside.
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"The Great Guardian couldn't help but get the impression that the reluctance of the male classified as aggressive is due to the fact that certain functions cannot be used to his satisfaction."
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Bulma pressed her hands to her mouth. Her shoulders shrugged in suppressed laughter.
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"Oh?", Vegeta tensed his muscles. "Tell your Great Guardian to check his functions first before he looks at the functions of others," etched Vegeta. "Who comes up with the idea of ​​transforming a 24-hour day into such a short rhythm of sunrise and sunset. It should only be nine o'clock in the morning and the moon is just rising up there," he said, shaking his head and pointing to the yellow disc really appeared over their heads even though it was less than five minutes ago sunset. "Your Guardian has more than one screw loose."<br />
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"The Great Guardian is fully functional," Eros assured him with calm seriousness. Sarcasm didn't seem to be part of his program. "It is regularly maintained and has an excellent diagnostic program. In addition, the shortening of the daily rhythm is aimed at the female. According to the data from your computer, the yield of certain birds, which are kept in closed rooms, is higher if the artificial lighting shortens the daily routine becomes."
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Now it was Vegeta's turn to grin in Bulma's direction. "Heard you battery hen?"
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Bulma didn't think it was that funny. "I have more brains than such a poor chicken, your guardian can't throw me out of the rhythm with this twilight game," she hissed in Eros direction.
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"Now that neither of them can adequately respond to the offers and resources made by the Guardian," said Eros, pulling out a glass ball with a water-white liquid, "the Great Guardian will show another example of his kindness and generosity."<br />
He dropped the glass ball and stepped on it. As soon as the liquid came into contact with the air, it began to boil and evaporate. Bulma took a few steps back. "What ... what's the point now?" She asked.
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Vegeta heard the clink of the glass, felt the brief, intense sweetness of the air that passed him and above all felt Bulma's insecurity.
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Eros stayed where it was, the vapors, which gradually thinned out, didn't seem to bother him.
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"Gosh, I suddenly feel so different ..." Bulma gasped and rubbed his forehead. "Am I wrong or is it much warmer now than before?"
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"No, they actually raised the temperature," said Vegeta, pulling the wide straps of his overalls off his shoulders.
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"Not at all," said Eros willingly. "The temperature of the habitat is still 25 degrees. The increase in body temperature is only the first of the symptoms of the effectiveness of the modified cantharidin, which both of them inhaled."<br />
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“Like what, Cantharidings and on?” Vegeta brushed the entire top of the coveralls down. His eyes sucked on Bulma's female form, because she had meanwhile opened her overalls and also slipped down. She only wore her bra underneath, but the heat almost killed her nonetheless. This fever that was spreading inside her asked for something other than cooling off. Her brain worked slower, it was as if every thought was as tough as chewing gum. Cantharidin ... where had she heard the word before? .... The realization came unexpectedly quickly.
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"No," she gasped, forcing herself to close the jumpsuit again despite the heat in her veins. "No, you wouldn't go that far, would you?"
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"Is it ... a poison," Vegeta asked and took two steps in her direction. "I don't feel really sick, but ... somehow I'm so weird ..." Bulma thanked all powers that the Saiyan apparently didn't respond to the stuff as directly as a human would have.She marched in a wide arc around Vegeta into the water, which fortunately was very cool and refreshing. It helped her to get her head a little clearer again and dampened the desire that pulsed in the middle of her body and screamed to eat Vegeta right there.
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"Into the water! Come on, Vegeta, come into the water!"
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Vegeta seemed to hear her, at least he took a few steps towards the water. But before the small waves could wet his shoes, he collapsed on his knees and grabbed his throat with both hands.
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"Damn it!" She exclaimed. "Vegeta absolutely does not tolerate this stuff. I have to act, immediately!" She had no choice, it was no longer possible to warn him in advance. She took only a little breath before diving in waist-high water. When she could no longer, she broke through the surface and brushed the soaking wet strands from her face with both hands. Freshwater.Apparently the Great Keeper hadn't done his homework in more ways than one. She blinked away the glittering drops that clung to her curved eyelashes. It didn't bother her that the overalls stuck to her body like a second skin when she stepped out of the water with a clear swing of her hips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Vegeta struggling to take a breath. Good thing he couldn't see it. "Eros," she said, her voice sounding like velvet with whipped cream. Vegeta froze and turned her head in her direction. Bulma breathed in the air saturated with modified cantharidin and immediately she broke out again and the blood began to boil in her veins. Vegeta ... she would go to him now, just push him to the ground, kiss and then ...
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Bulma shook her head so that the wet strands flew around her ears. With difficulty she managed to regain her composure so that the rest of reason, which had not yet been drowned in the flood of desire, clung to the plan and directed her steps towards Eros instead of Vegeta."Eros, do you actually know what I'm in the mood for now ...?" She played with the wet strands, pulled one in front of her face and let her eyelids flutter. * I just hope this Guardian has pulled enough silly love hams from Mama's collection out of the computer that he thinks this fuss is real *, she thought, and got closer. The timbre in her voice would have raised the dead, and since her hormone levels were still going crazy, there was enough real passion to be heard to