You are mine
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Part 2
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Lumia heard his footsteps fade and breathed a sigh of relief. That was more than close. With her knees trembling slightly, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her pale face. No, he certainly hadn't felt what was going on inside her. And that was a good thing. She gathered herself up and picked up the blow dryer to dry her red curls.
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Then she looked through the other things in the closet and decided to clean out thoroughly. Most of the things she threw in the trash, only a blood-red nail polish found grace in her eyes.
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Freshly dressed and clean, she snuck back to her room a little later. It was lucky that neither Trunks nor Vegeta were within earshot and eyesight, she would not have liked to look either of them in the face.
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Once in her room, she made herself comfortable on the bed and began to paint her toenails blood red. Her cell phone beeps.<br />
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Lumia fished the cell phone out of her pocket and ... "Bra, is it you?" Lumia laughed happily and tucked the cell phone between her shoulder and ear while she continued to paint her toenails. “Good to hear from you again, baby.” Lumia listened to the reply and nodded. "Yes, I am sure I arrived safely. You will not believe how much snow there is. Your father and your brother were not very pleased at the beginning that I was quartered here ..." again she listened. "No, no, it is not necessary for you to intercede for me, the two of them do not know anything about my stopover at your place. Oh yes, could you ask your grandfather if he is sure that the list in capsule 23 I'm going to take a look at the workshop tomorrow and the way you told me it's pretty much a mess. "While Bra was looking for Prof. Briefs, Lumia painted the last nails and then screwed the bottle back on. She weighed it in her hand for a moment, then tossed it in the trash can under the sink.<br />
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"Ah ... so he is quite sure? Well, I'll find out tomorrow. Yes, I haven't forgotten, I'm going to town first thing tomorrow. .... No, I won't get you any concert tickets, your grandparents would tear my head off. ”Almost a minute passed now while Bra protested loudly, indicating her age. “No, even if you can name thirty more reasons, it just doesn't work during school time.” She sighed and wiggled her toes so that the paint would dry faster, “well, okay. Instead of you, I'll get you those new CD and I'll queue up for the autographs, no matter if it's storming or snowing. You don't have to repeat it a hundred times. Everyone knows that the Crying Potatoes are the big hit, but honestly, the music of the Black Snappers is eons better . "She hopped off the bed and walked barefoot to the desk where she had stacked her books and other papers. The black timer was right at the top and she flipped through it hastily while her bra of long and wide enumerated the qualities of the crying potatoes (which were mostly limited to the ultra-sweet lead singer).<br />
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In the meantime, Lumia had found the page she was looking for and fished a ballpoint pen out of a drawer to write down the appointment. "Yes, I made a note of it. Saturday, at eight. Let me worry about the tickets, no concert is so sold out that there are not a few VIP tickets in reserve. I can get them, don't worry . "They exchanged a few more phrases, then Lumia ended the conversation. She didn't want to see Vegeta or Trunks again this evening, so she retired to bed with a box of chocolates and a book.
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Lumia greeted the next day with bright sunshine and a blue sky like a picture postcard.
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In the shower she made a huge noise and sang one of the latest hits at the top of her throat, just so that Vegeta and Trunks knew from afar that the shower was occupied.
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When she entered the kitchen, freshly dressed and in good spirits, neither coffee was made nor the table set.They weren't still sleeping, were they?
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Lumia sighed. Anyway, Trunks had to be at school in about an hour and a half and Vegeta, he was probably already awake and was training somewhere. She rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and rummaged through the refrigerator and the adjoining pantry and cupboards. She couldn't find all the ingredients she wanted, but it was enough.
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Trunks, whom the alarm clock rang out of bed a good half hour later, paused and sniffed on his way to the shower. Fresh coffee, scrambled eggs with ham, fresh rolls and waffles ... ahh how it smelled! He stuck his head in the kitchen door for a moment.
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"Good morning", Lumia greeted him happily and put the basket with the rolls (ready-made dough products are a very useful invention) on the table. "The waffles are ready in a good three minutes, as are the scrambled eggs. When do you think your father will have breakfast?"
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Trunks bothered a little that she asked about Vegeta, but since her question had a neutral and polite tone, he swallowed the rising jealousy and looked briefly at the kitchen clock. "He should be finished training in about half an hour."
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"I didn't find a newspaper in the mailbox and there wasn't any milk in front of the door ..." she said cautiously.
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"Oh .. well, mom was the only one who read the newspaper and the two of us get along quite well with long-life milk, which I always get in town on Saturdays ..."
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"Hmm ... makes sense. Then I'll get it back on track. I prefer fresh milk and a newspaper is part of my breakfast."
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"She's just an intellectual like Mama," thought Trunks and felt a pang for a moment. Another look at the clock and with a startled "already so late!" he rushed into the shower.
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Breakfast was relatively silent, mainly because Lumia preferred to write a long list instead of talking to Trunks.Finally, Trunks had already thought he was air for her, she looked up and gave him a warm, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry I ignored you, you'll think I have no manners ..." She looked down at the list. "What do you think of the crying potatoes?"
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Pleased that she wasn't quite as unworldly as he had expected, he began to poke fun at the group and especially berated the lead singer, who couldn't sing two tones correctly. When he mentioned the much better music of the Black Snappers, Lumia's eyes lit up and Vegeta, who passed the open kitchen door on his way to the shower after training, witnessed a very lively discussion about the intricacies of the Black Snappers' last song.
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"I don't want to bother you," he said with a slightly ironic undertone, "but shouldn't you be on your way to school already?"
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“Good heavens!” Trunks dumped the rest of his coffee and stormed out.<br />
"Don't you want to give him a lunch box?", Vegeta asked Lumia, who got the second batch of rolls from the stove.
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"Why should I?", She tipped the rolls from the tray into the basket and poured the rest of the scrambled mixture into a new pan. "That's totally out. I gave him enough food money so that he doesn't have to be stingy in the cafeteria."
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She looked at the waffle iron and the leftover dough in the bowl. "Would you like some waffles too, Mr. Vegeta?"
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A small smile played on his lips. "I'm not so much into sweets ...", his gaze slid over her slim figure, "... at least not while eating."
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Lumia swallowed but pretended not to understand the innuendo. "Well, then I don't have to bake any more. Do you have a specific request for lunch or dinner?"
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"Let me think about it ... how about pumpkin casserole?"
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"Now in winter?" She frowned."I can look around town, maybe there are still pumpkins. But ..." and now she looked at his muscular, sweaty upper body. "Wouldn't there be any more dinosaur steak on your line?"
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"Pumpkin casserole!", Vegeta said firmly and grinned, "I count on it!"
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While she was still looking a little suspiciously behind him, he ducked into the shower. A little later he was sitting at the breakfast table and eating like a barn thresher. "Does it taste good?" Asked Lumia happily. Vegeta nodded with his mouth full. As soon as he swallowed, he added: "These are the best scrambled eggs I have eaten in years."
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"You mean since the death of your wife. Surely Bulma made breakfast too?", She swallowed and pressed her fingers to her lips. "Sorry, you probably don't want to talk about it ..."
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"Why not? She will not appear again from the silence. Bulma was no ace in cooking, your scrambled eggs taste much better than hers.She always salted them too much and when she had just her inventions on her mind again, the ham would be half burnt. "He held out the empty plate to Lumia." Is there anything else? "
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Lumia, who had stared past him for a brief moment, winced. "Of course..."
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Half an hour later, Vegeta was back in the training room for his morning session, while Lumia, lost in thought, cleared the table and pre-washed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.
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So his wife had been a bad cook. Well, geniuses have their flaws too ... Pumpkin casserole ... Hmm ... a good recipe would surely be found on the internet. Let's see what she needed besides the pumpkin ...
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Yamcha wrapped the black wool scarf tighter around his neck. Thanks to the blue sky it was freezing cold and he longed for the beach on Muten Roshi's little island.But since his current girlfriend (the fifth this year) had sent him shopping with a long list (while she had her hair color changed at the hairdresser's for the third time this month),