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"Yes, Bulma Briefs. The brilliant scientist. You may not know, but she wanted to enroll me so that one day I could head the Capsule Corps." The girl smiled slightly embarrassed and ran a hand through her curls. "If she's not there, I would like to wait for her ..."
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Trunks went back to his manners, blushed bright red, and stepped back so Lumia could enter.He was amazed when she pointed to her luggage, which was still outside on the sidewalk.
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"Could you please bring my luggage in? It weighs a lot and it might be stolen out there ..."
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Does she really want to nestle here? Trunks felt his insides harden. He didn't need any strangers in the little refuge that he and his father had created for themselves. But the young girl looked at him pleadingly and since he was sure that she would disappear as soon as she knew the truth about his mother, he reluctantly slipped into his shoes and stomped through the snow to the street. Despite his irregular training, the luggage was no problem for him and he put the two trunk and the travel bag in the anteroom.
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In the meantime, Lumia had taken off her coat and swapped her winter boots for two guest slippers.
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"Who is it?"It came gruffly from the kitchen and Vegeta stuck his head out the door to look at the intruder with narrow eyes.
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Lumia shrank from his unfriendly look for a moment, but then she composed herself and indicated a polite bow. "You sure are Vegeta, aren't you? I'm Lumia and I've come to speak to Bulma about my further training at Capsule Corps."
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Vegeta swallowed. “With Bulma?” His gaze went rigid and seemed to pierce past Lumia through the wall. "She's not here anymore. She's gone forever."
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Lumia's eyes widened in shock. "You dear little bit. Where did she move to?"
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"To heaven a priest would say," said Trunks harshly. "I don't mean to be rude, but that seems to do with the purpose of your visit."
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Lumia stared at her feet, apparently trying to find the right words. "This is terrible, I can't say how sorry I am.She never said a word about being so badly ill. "
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"It wasn't a disease," Vegeta said reluctantly, realizing that this curious woman would not give up until she knew more about it. "It was an accident."
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He didn't notice how Lumia raised her eyebrows doubtfully and Trunks also missed the skepticism in her gaze. Accident was the official cause of death they presented to the world out there. Nobody needed to know that Bulma had thrown herself down the cliff in the car. Those who needed to know had agreed to share the lie.
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"If so," said Lumia after a pause for thought. "Then of course I have to stay here."
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Father and son stared at her in amazement.
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"Because it is so," said Lumia with a sigh, brushing back an unruly red hair, "that Bulma wrote me in her last letter before I went to university to take the last section of the molecular adjustment course," I should make sure to move here afterwards so that she can personally instruct me in capsule research."Lumia opened the envelope and fished out some crumpled paper, cleared her throat and quoted:" It could be that I won't be here for a long time, then Trunks and Vegeta will take care of you. The necessary documents are stored on my computer and I have enclosed the printouts in the office just in case, the keys for the closet and all the company rooms. I want you to continue your project as discussed so that you can submit it as your PhD thesis. In any case, you can research and invent in the laboratory, in the company and in the workshop without me. To be on the safe side, I have handed over all authorizations to the responsible company lawyer.
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Since Vegeta and Trunks still looked doubtful, Lumia handed them the sheet of paper and only after they had convinced themselves that this was really Bulma's handwriting did they reluctantly give way to the living room.
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"I really hate being a burden to you both," Lumia said seriously, "but I really need the records and a place to work where I can do my research.I could sleep in the company, but ... "
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"That wouldn't be okay with Mama," said Trunks with a sour expression. "She's been saying for a long time that she's looking forward to working with you. She wanted you to get the guest room at the end of the hall on the left." He looked at his father. "If you have nothing against it ..."
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He shrugged his shoulders. "As long as she doesn't bother me during training, I don't care," he said simply and stomped back from the living room into the kitchen to finally devour the rest of his meal.
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Lumia looked at him understandingly. "The death of his wife took him a lot, right?"
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"Papa is always like that," waved Trunks off, "he hates nothing as much as interference. If you avoid him, he will get used to you."
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"Sounds like I'm a new wallpaper or a new sofa," she said jokingly and made a face just to get serious again."I will do my best not to mess up the household. You two can be sure that you will hardly notice me. I am a real workhorse."
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"Mama said that about you too," Trunks grinned back. Somehow he felt sorry for her, it seemed as if she had left everything behind to build a new life here under the wing of Bulma. She arrived here full of hope and zest for action and had to experience this shock that her future was now anything but secure.
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Then Trunks remembered what Vegeta had told him about his mother's farewell letter after much pleading and pleading. Lumia was not just some graduate student on the road to PhD, she was also the new head of the Capsule Corps. Actually he should have turned yellow and green with envy, but basically he was very relieved. Since he knew nothing about operational management or management and the inventions of his mother and grandfather were also a book with seven seals for him, it was a great help for him that from today he no longer had to torment himself to the board meetings.Only once had he managed to drag his father along, but he was so bored there that his snoring broke the session.
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"I'll bring your luggage to your room," he said willingly. After all, he had to be on good terms with the person who would determine the amount of his pocket money in the future.
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A short time later, the trunk and the travel bag were in the not particularly large, but comfortable room. Lumia put her purse next to it and slipped out of her jacket. The thick, fluffy green sweater matched her eyes very well. "I can unpack by myself," she said with a grin. "Why don't you keep your father company at dinner? I had a little something at the train station, you don't have to worry about me."
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Trunks stepped a little hesitantly from the room. "Don't you really need anything?" He asked.
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"I should just know where to put the empty suitcase," said Lumia and unlocked the first trunk.Trunks caught a glimpse of fragrant laundry in pale green, black and white out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head quickly away, his cheeks red.
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"You can put them on the attic. Just up the stairs over there to the roof."
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"Thank you. Could you show me the workshop? I really want to see it."
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"Right now?" Trunks silently wondered why Lumia didn't want to see Bulma's memorial, but then he remembered that the workshop said a lot more about Bulma than the white stone with her name on it.
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"No, in," Lumia looked at her watch, "an hour? Would that be fine with you?"
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“It's okay.” Trunks closed the door behind him and went back into the kitchen. His portion had gotten cold long ago, of course. His father had left the dishes as they were and was staring out into the drifting snow.
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"It tasted good," Trunks asked, digging his fork into the pile of noodles.<br />
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"You were better," said Vegeta. "Do you want to leave something for her?"
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"No, she's not hungry, she said. What do you think of her?" Trunks choked down the first fork. Right. He had cooked better. But it was palatable.
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"Me? I hardly saw her. Is it the girl your mother wrote everything to?"
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"Yeah, and I think she won't cause us any trouble. Maybe she can even cook."
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Vegeta didn't wait for Trunks to finish eating. "I'm going to train a little more," he said. "Just loosen it up a little, for an hour or two."
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"I'll turn up the boiler," said Trunks and stuffed the last of the cold casserole into himself, "but today it's my turn to bathe first!"
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His father didn't hear that anymore. Vegeta was already on the way to his training room. When he passed the guest room, the door opened and Lumia pushed the empty trunk into the hallway.She winced at the sight of him, but then a curious glow came into her green eyes and her gaze slid from his hair to his toes. "You are in really good shape, you can tell immediately," she said admiringly. "I bet there's nobody your age who can hold a candle to you, right?"
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Vegeta frowned. “What does 'my age' mean here?” He tensed his muscles and wondered what irritated him about this young thing. "I am a Saiyan prince and there are only two on this planet who can hold a candle to me," he said firmly. Lumia opened her eyes in amazement. "Really? You are that good? Why haven't you already challenged the great Mr. Satan long ago? Then you would be immensely famous, have your own combat school and be so rich that you no longer have to scrounge about the fortune of the letters ... "Before he had a chance