he had little choice. Later he was able to warm up in the gym, maybe the cute blonde girl from yesterday was back and lifting the dumbbells right in front of his rowing machine ... He sighed, it was a tough lot not to be single anymore.
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As he turned the corner, a gust of wind swept some snow on his face. He stopped and wiped the cold moisture from his cheeks when his gaze fell on a slim figure who was standing in front of one of the large specialist shops for electronic components. She had turned her back on him, but this coat and this fur hat ... for a moment he stood there as if stunned, then the knot in his throat loosened and with a few steps he stood behind her.His calloused hand grabbed her shoulder and with the exclamation “Bulma, is it really you ?!” he turned her around.
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Startled, green eyes met his dark ones and a slender hand brushed a streak of red from a young face. He felt as if Vegeta had kicked him in the stomach and his hope collapsed like a house of cards. "Excuse me ...", he stammered, embarrassed and disappointed, "I mistook you ..."
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The young girl gave him a warm smile. "You're one of Bulma's old friends too, aren't you? I'm Lumia, Bulma's heiress to the Capsule Corps."
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"Lumia ..." Yamcha thought for a while, then he remembered that a few weeks before her death Bulma had said something about a Lumia with which she apparently had big plans. So this was this Lumia. She was young enough to arouse maternal feelings in Bulma and she also looked intelligent, not only because of her interest in this very business, in which Bulma also liked to shop.His good manners got the better of him. "I'm Yamcha. As you suspected, one of Bulma's old friends."
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Lumia smoothed the faux fur on the shoulder. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed this old coat, I didn't expect it to be so cold ..."
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"Oh where," said Yamcha, "as far as I know it used to belong to Bulma's mother. She only liked to wear it now and then, although we never had so many severe winters like this in recent years." Only now fell open to him what her question revealed. "You ... you live with Bulma?"
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"With Vegeta and Trunks, more precisely," she replied. "And now I have to see that I do all my shopping, because I also wanted to clean up the workshop."
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She was pretty, young, and obviously a stranger here. Yamcha responded automatically. "Can I help you?"
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"That would be very nice of you...?", she looked at him questioningly.
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"No problem. I'll take you to the best shops in town." He emphasized the "you" in particular. "What's first on the list?"
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Trunks was very happy that the school was finished much earlier than usual due to a heating failure. So he wouldn't even really have to spend the meal money on food. He stopped in front of a CD shop and looked at the display.
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The conversation with Lumia over breakfast came back to him. Was the new single from the Black Snappers already out?
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He was lucky and the meal money, along with the rest of his pocket money, was just enough to pay for the CD. While he was imagining what big eyes Lumia would do if he gave her the CD as a present, he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye outside the shop that caught his attention.Lumia, that was her, clearly and the man by her side ... Yamcha! Trunks felt the blood boil in his veins. Yamcha already had a girlfriend! Why did he still have to approach Lumia?
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Trunks took a deep breath and slowly put the CD in his school bag. If he freaked out now, when he had absolutely no claims to Lumia, she would probably just laugh at him. With forced calm he stepped out of the shop, facing the cheerfully chatting couple. Neither Yamcha nor Lumia showed a trace of guilty conscience.
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"Hello Trunks, is school over yet?" Asked Lumia, astonished.
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"Haven't seen it for a long time, how's it going?" Added Yamcha in his casual way.
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Still suspicious, Trunks told Lumia about the heating problem and the "frost vacation".
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"That's good!" Said Lumia happily. "Thanks Yamcha, but Trunks will surely help me the rest of the way.Greetings to your girlfriend! "
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A little hesitantly, Yamcha passed the heavy, bulging shopping bags to Trunks. "If you need help or want to talk," he said to Lumia in parting, "then you have my number."
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“I won't forget it.” Lumia waved to him and gave Trunks a slightly embarrassed laugh. "I hope you don't mind that I made you the porter so easily, or do you have another date?"
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"I haven't," Trunks insisted hastily and lifted the two bags higher. "Do you have any more shopping planned?"
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Lumia pulled her list out of her coat pocket and scanned the individual items. "No, that should be all. I can also reserve the tickets by phone."
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"What cards?" Trunks asked curiously. The Black Snappers concert had been two weeks ago.
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"For the concert, the Crying Potatoes on Saturday," Lumia explained slightly absently, because she wasn't entirely sure which wires she had to pull to get the VIP tickets.<br />
"But ...", Trunks looked at her confused, "I thought you don't like their music."
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"I promised someone I would get autographs," she sighed, "and since you can only get them after the concert, I have no choice, right." Trunks laughed at her funny grimace. But then it occurred to him that the concert had long since been sold out. "I know, too, but as the new head of the Capsule Corps I am entitled to two VIP cards. I'll get them, do you want to come with me?"
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Well, if that wasn't an invitation to a date ... Trunks grinned like a honey cake horse, but before he could wholeheartedly accept the invitation, a dark voice rang out behind them.
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"The older ones have priority, my son."
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Lumia and Trunks winced and by a hair, Trunks would have dropped the bag with the eggs, of all things.
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"How can you scare us like that, Mr. Vegeta," Lumia stammered, pressing her hand to her pounding heart."I thought they'd train all morning."
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"First of all, I can interrupt my training whenever it suits me," he said and took the two bags from the stunned Trunks. "Second, I wanted to see if you might need help. And third, leave out the stupid" Lord ", otherwise I'll feel very old." That sounded so much like an order that Lumia could only nod in bewilderment. For a moment his gaze softened. "I will accompany you to the concert."
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Trunks glared at his father. "What do you want at a Crying Potatoes concert? You can't even tell the group apart from a symphony orchestra."
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"As far as I know, the music of those boiled potatoes isn't on your hit list, is it? As your father, I'll give you house arrest for Saturday. You will either train or study."
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Trunks opened his mouth to protest loudly, but Vegeta's steely gaze did not allow any arguing.It was seldom enough that Vegeta tackled him severely and Trunks sensed that any resistance would meet granite. He clenched his fists, turned around wordlessly, and stomped off in the opposite direction.
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"Isn't that a little tough?" Lumia asked carefully.
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"Oh what!", Vegeta said and strode faster so that she had trouble keeping up. "His mother pampered him completely, she really didn't know much about upbringing." He glanced over his shoulders at Lumia, who followed his trail with bowed head. His voice softened a little. "I'm sure you would raise your children a lot better, am I right?"
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She looked up in surprise and shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. "Thanks for the compliment, but how do you know?"
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"I have a feeling that you are superior to Bulma in many ways. You should be proud of that."
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"I don't think so at all ..." Lumia stuttered with red cheeks."I'm still so inexperienced in a lot, I still have a lot to learn and ..."
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With one jump, he was at her side and looked deep into her eyes. "That's what I think is so cute about you ..."
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Her heart stopped for a moment and involuntarily she backed away a little. "You're not scared of me, are you?" He whispered to her and the timbre in his voice gave her goose bumps.
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She swallowed, turned her head away and hissed, "Just make fun of me, Vegeta. You're still mourning your wife, aren't you?"
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"About my wife? Bulma and I were never married. It was nice and useful to have her around. But now you're here and I can see how much I missed someone of your caliber."
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Lumia's eyes widened and the reply stuck in her throat.
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Vegeta winked at her with a smile and happily marched on, whistling.
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Unsure what to think of it all, she stomps after him.When she got home, she avoided his eyes and began unpacking.
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"Let me help you!" He said and grabbed the pumpkin that was at the bottom of the bag. Since she had reached into this bag, too, their hands touched. Again she caught her breath and this time she couldn't escape his dark, hot eyes.
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At that moment the doorbell rang. Relieved by the interruption, Lumia took her hand out of the bag and hurried to the door.
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Outside stood a young man with glasses and short, dark hair. "Hello, you must be Lumia," he greeted her and made a short bow. "My name is Gohan and I am bringing the requested documents for this afternoon's meeting."
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"Son Gohan ...", Lumia frowned briefly, then she remembered that the chairmanship had been transferred from Trunks to Gohan.