to explode, she clapped her hands together. "Now I know it!Mr. Satan and Boo are the two fighters you're over, aren't they? Then maybe you should enroll in Mr. Satan's Combat School so they can learn from him. "
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His face grew darker and darker. He had never been so offended in such a short time. Determined, he took a deep breath and was about to launch an armored declaration when she patted him on the arm with a comforting smile. "Don't worry about the fees, Mr. Vegeta. I am sure that there are enough corporate funds to cover these expenses. I will make sure of that and now excuse me, I still have work to do and can no longer be with you." chat. "With another friendly smile, she turned her back on him and thump ... the door closed behind her.
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Vegeta stared speechless at the door when he heard a choked laugh behind him. Trunks had overheard everything and couldn't hold back any longer."Hahaha .... you have to admit, Papa, she means well with you." He wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. The aura around Vegeta began to crackle and he looked at his son with narrow eyes. "Is there anything else you want to say about it?" He asked, emphasized quietly. Trunks knew his father well enough to understand this signal and disappeared back into the kitchen, where he rattled the dishes.
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Vegeta toyed with the idea of ​​simply kicking the door to her room and showing her that he certainly didn't need any tutoring from Mr. Satan. He took a deep breath, after all, he didn't want to tear down the whole house, but just as he reached out with his foot, the door was thrown open and Lumia pushed the second suitcase into the hallway. Vegeta's lightning-fast reaction saved him from hitting the suitcase. "Oh, you are still here," the girl wondered. "I really envy you that you can take it so comfortably as a pensioner ..." And then she was back in her room.<br />
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From the kitchen the clatter of the dishes could be heard more clearly than before and Vegeta stomped angrily to the training room to vent in his own way.
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A short time later, Lumia finished unpacking. Since neither Trunks nor Vegeta were in sight to help her carry the empty suitcases to the attic, she dragged the three parts up the stairs herself, groaning and panting. Thanks to the excellent lighting, it was neither gloomy nor eerie in the attic.
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Puffing, Lumia pushed the travel bag to the two wardrobe trunks in the sloping ceiling and looked around curiously. Some clothes hanging on a stand caught her attention. She looked at the coats and jackets and grimaced. All totally old-fashioned stuff. Only a black faux fur coat and the matching fur hat was worth a second look. Reluctantly, she took off the protective cover and slipped into it.Soft and warm, just right for the local weather. With her cap in hand and the coat over her arm, she went back to her room, where she stowed the two things in her closet. She paused in front of the mirror that hung next to her bed. Oh god, she looked awful, sweaty and dusty. A bath would be the real thing now.
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With her nightgown, fresh linen and a dressing gown in her arms, she slipped across the hall to the bathroom. "Hello, who in there?" She asked aloud.
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Since no one responded, she opened the door and slipped into the anteroom. It looked pretty clean, and humming carelessly to herself, she undressed. The washing machine was empty, there was washing powder next to it and so her things ended up in the drum. Towels were ready and a little later Lumia sank into the hot water with a sigh of relief.
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She leaned her head back and let her thoughts go.This day was really tough. First of all, the stupid turn-on by this long-haired bum on the train, then the search for a taxi that drove the whole distance even when the snow was blowing, and finally the shock upon arrival. Sure, she had half and half expected a not so friendly welcome, after all she was the intruder, but that it would come like this ... The calm and the warmth did their part and so she dozed off.
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Trunks tore open the front door and brushed the snow off their shoes. It was really stupid that it was his turn to take out the trash this week. Shivering, he closed the door behind him and slipped back into his slippers.
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A hot bath would warm him up again. Rubbing his cold hands, Trunks ran into his room and got his things. Briefly he stopped by Vegeta, who was just in the final sequence of his short session. "I'll go to the bathroom, I'll fill you up with fresh water!", he called to his father. He gave him a short nod to understand that he had understood and Trunks closed the door.
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Lost in thought, he strolled to the bathroom. At first he was very surprised and offended that his grandmother hadn't wanted to take care of them all, but slowly he understood that it was time for him to stand on his own two feet. In addition, it was certainly good for Bra to live in an environment where not every room reminded of the bitter loss and the little one was apparently already over the worst.
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Trunks didn't bother to cram their dirty laundry into the machine. This week it was Vegeta's turn to wash, he grabbed another towel ... Wait a minute, weren't there five on that pile? Well, he could be wrong too. Still in his mind, he opened the sliding door to the actual bathroom and ... froze.
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The cool breeze woke Lumia and her first glance fell on the bright red face of Trunks, who could not detach his eyes from their forms, which were as good as not veiled by the clear, hot water.She blushed first, then pale, tore the towel from her hair and pushed it under the water to cover herself. "Get out!" she hissed. "You perverted lecher!"
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"But I didn't intentionally ... I didn't know ...", Trunks muddled and made the mistake of not retreating immediately. Gossip! he had the wet, hot towel on his face. "I said get out!", She repeated and pulled her knees in front of her chest. The now wet, red curls covered the rest and still stuttering Trunks stumbled backwards out of the bathroom. In the anteroom he didn't bother to pick up his clothes, but ran, just as God had created him, down the hall to the shower to cool his red head first.
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Lumia slowly calmed down and after the first shock was gone, she had to grin. He was pretty pissed off, the little one. Well, now that her hair was already wet, she could just as easily wash it. She climbed carefully out of the bathtub so as not to slip her wet feet on the tiles, wringed the water out of her hair and padded to the bathroom cabinet.As expected, there were a number of shampoos and other toiletries, most of which were already covered with a thin layer of dust. She decided on a shampoo with an orange blossom scent and was about to get back into the tub when the door opened again and ... a stark naked Vegeta was standing in front of her.
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"What ...?!" He stood frozen in the doorway. She could smell the sweat on his muscles, and when he took a half step back, his movement had something of the dangerous elegance of a predator that crouches before leaping.
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The call of indignation got stuck in her throat, as did the curse words she had just had on her tongue. His eyes didn't seem to miss any of the glittering drops on her pale skin and she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach that she had missed for a long, long time.
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Vegeta hadn't believed she would ever feel it again, this fever, this desire that only a woman had been able to arouse in him before.Why was he so attracted to this stranger in particular? Again his gaze slid over her body and she felt a strange warmth rise within her.
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But then something else came into his eyes, a twinkle that made her hold her breath. He wouldn't be ...
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In a flash she was at the door, tore it shut in front of his perplexed face and leaned against it with her back from the inside. "Go, you perverted", she tried to get disdain and harshness in her voice. "How dare you shame me, a guest of your house, a guest of your deceased wife! You're like one of those old men, aren't you?" She clasped her hands over her face and pretended to suppress a sob.
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Vegeta stared at the door with narrow eyes. "What is that about? What do you think you can do with me ?!" Anger and incomprehension rang in his voice. He exhaled and clenched his fists.Well, if she wanted it that way, he could play the game too.
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With a jerk he turned around and stomped out where he ran into Trunks. "Did she throw you out of the bathroom too?" Asked the boy. "A sharp bride, isn't she? But she also has claws ..."
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Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the shoulder and bored his somber look into his son's eyes. “Keep your hands off her, boy!” The absolute command tone aroused Trunks defiance.
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"What's that supposed to mean, papa?", He freed himself from his grip and rubbed his shoulders. “Don't say that she's not good enough for me, that would be a lie.” Suddenly a thought occurred to him and he looked back at his father, startled. “You want it for yourself, don't you?” Since Vegeta showed no reaction, he clenched his fists. "She's too young for you and if you betray my mother's memory now, I'll hate you forever!"
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Vegeta looked at him for a moment, almost puzzled, then cocked his head and laughed."Fine, if you really want to, try your luck with her." He glanced back at the bathroom door. "But I predict you will only get a bloody nose ..." With these words Vegeta disappeared into the shower room, leaving behind a very confused Trunks.
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