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"Hello! Is it you, TaoByBy? I have an assignment for you. No, it's not a murder, but I guess a little burglary wouldn't be a bad thing to add to your meager salary, right? You will get the details tomorrow , come to my house around noon, but nobody can see you ... "
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That evening, a very satisfied Lumia went to bed. She had only seen Vegeta briefly at dinner and in Trunk's presence he had made no advances.Was it out of consideration for his son or because he was no longer interested? You hope it would be the second ...
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The next day, at breakfast, she made it clear to both of them that she intended to curl up in the workshop for the whole day. The nearest pizzeria would deliver food, if you had special requests, please, the phone was available.
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Armed with a thermos full of tea and a plate full of sandwiches, she made her announcement come true. When Vegeta took a quick look inside out of curiosity, a cloud of dust swept towards him. Wrapped in one of Bulma's old work overalls, Lumia knelt in front of a shelf and checked the inventory of filigree-looking tools. She didn't even look up, although she must have felt his presence, she was so absorbed in her work. It was fine with Vegeta. It had just occurred to him that he didn't have the right wardrobe for tonight. The ancient suit with which he went to the party at the time hung mothproof in his closet, but as far as he knew about Trunks, it wasn't exactly the latest hit ...<br />
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When it was getting dark outside, Lumia sighed, interrupted her cleaning and sorting work and rubbed her aching back. A look at the clock showed her that it was high time to get ready for the concert.
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From the shower room she heard it patter and since Trunks waved to her as he passed from the kitchen, where he was strengthening himself for the upcoming training, it could only be Vegeta.
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In fact, she had the bathroom to herself and after a good hour she came out of the bathroom fully dressed and made up.
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"That took a while!", Vegeta greeted them. She cleared her throat to give him her opinion on it (an hour was nothing, if she tried it could be three hours), but the sight of him had to take a breath. He wore black, tight trousers that barely hid any of his muscles and a shirt, the fire color of which seemed to compete with the glow in his dark eyes.Whatever new fabric it was, the red tones changed with every movement, as if the shirt were really woven of fire.
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In addition, she felt almost homely with her white skirt and green velvet bodice.
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He basked in her admiration. Really good that he never needed money otherwise, so he had saved enough to buy this really astronomical piece without having to ask for more pocket money.
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Even Trunks had to admit that his father and Lumia (unfortunately!) Did not cut a bad figure together when they were wrapped in their coats and ran down the frosty, glittering path to the taxi that had arrived on time.
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Trunks himself dipped half a liter of milk into himself before he sighed and stepped into the training room to start with 50 G. Knowing his father, he was expecting a practice fight tomorrow to prove how efficient the training had been.Life could be so unfair, especially when you were young and you couldn't make your own decisions ...
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Since the training room was soundproof, Trunks did not hear someone tampering with the window of Lumia's room under cover of darkness an hour later.
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As a longtime killer, TaoByBy mastered the feat of quenching his aura and moved absolutely noiselessly. He would have preferred it if he could have committed a clean murder for his really not cheap hourly wage, but his client was after something completely different.
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"Find something to put pressure on this Lumia," was his brief. In any case, Suzey had done a great job once again and had found out over a hundred channels that Lumia and that dangerous Vegeta were going to this concert today. He had also received a map of the house and he knew where this Lumia slept.
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He thanked Providence that Vegeta's son obviously couldn't hear or feel him as he slipped through the open window into her room. His artificial eyes saw even in complete darkness and so he rummaged through all the cupboards and drawers with nimble, careful fingers. However, it was sheer coincidence that he bumped his elbow against the open appointment book and it fell to the floor. A photo slipped out when picked up. One look and the killer knew he had struck gold.
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As silently and unnoticed as it had come, it disappeared again.
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Vegeta was in a very bad mood when he flew home alone after the concert. She had insisted on waiting in the endless line for the band's autograph and he really didn't want to do that to himself in the midst of those screaming teenagers.
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In general, this concert was not worth the effort and the cost (for the outfit).The deafening noise had prevented any compliment and since they were constantly being pushed and pushed from all sides, there was no chance of a seductive approach.
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Trunks would laugh when he found out. The thought of Trunks brightened Vegeta's mood again. His son should still be in the training room and at around 80 G they could give each other a little wrestling match, which they hadn't done for a good month.
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It wasn't easy for Lumia to punch through the crowd until she finally stood in front of the great hall and had some space. She carefully tucked the card with the coveted autograph in her handbag and ran to the side of the road to hail a taxi.
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"Sorry, are you Lumia?" Asked a voice behind her. She turned and looked into the unfriendly face of a wardrobe of a policeman.
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<br />"Yes, I am. Is there a problem?"
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“Yes, for you.” He cleared his throat. "No matter who you really are, I am arresting you for imposture. The prosecutor has clear evidence that you are not the Lumia you claim to be."
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Lumia stared at him in disbelief, but before she could react, the handcuffs clicked and the policeman pushed her roughly into the police car parked on the roadside.
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Only now did her numbness loosen. She raised her tied hands and laughed heartily.
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"Laugh quietly, girl," came the spiteful policeman who had squeezed himself next to her. "You will lose your laughter once we have used our special methods."
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The beefy driver joined in with his dirty laugh and Lumia died in her throat. What kind of police did she get into? Fear spread through her.
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Where was Vegeta when you needed him?<br />
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Vegeta and Trunks finished their third round, and Vegeta set the gravity converter back to zero and they both left the training room quite satisfied.
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At that moment the phone rang. Trunks answered the phone. "Yes hello?"
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"Trunks? Thank god I'll catch one of you!", It was Gohan's voice. "I just got a call from an old friend from my time as Big Saiyaman. Your Lumia has been arrested and apparently by some pretty bad guys among the police."
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"What?" Vegeta snatched the phone from Trunks, "what bad guys?"
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"There are some ugly rumors that they are being bribed and their female prisoners, if they don't confess right away ..." he paused meaningfully. Crack! the receiver was clearly cracked. "Thank you, Gohan, I'm going right away!"<br />
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Vegeta tossed the phone to Trunks and swept out of the house into the bitter cold night.
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"Trunks?"
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"Yes, I'm against it. Is there anything else, Gohan?"
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"I just wanted to say that I thought you'd better take care of it yourself."
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"That's okay, Gohan. If we hadn't answered the phone, you would have picked it up, wouldn't you?"
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"You can rely on that, Trunks. You should perhaps fly after your father, not that the city is just a heap of rubble in the end."
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Trunks looked at the apartment door, which was still open, where an icy cold wind was blowing in. "He won't go that far, I think. Trust me, Gohan. My father has learned to dose his strength."
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"Your word in God's ear," said Gohan and hung up.
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Trunks slowly put the phone down on the hook. Arrested. What could you blame a loving, innocent girl like Lumia for?<br />
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Hopefully his father came in time!
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Lumia crept into the farthest corner of her cell. The policeman who arrested her came slowly closer and continued to unbutton his shirt. "How about if you just confess, girl? The punishments aren't too harsh for imposture ..."
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She looked stubborn and shook her head. "No way!"
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"Well then," he opened the buckle of his belt, "then you obviously want to be persuaded by me personally, don't you ...?"
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She was trembling all over, but she was absolutely silent. He wouldn't do that, not with her ... "Vegeta will come and flatten you if you just twist my head!", She said and just saying his name gave her new strength.
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Slowly she pushed herself up against the wall and clenched her fists. She wouldn’t let such a brutal destroy her.<br />
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Would he really come to save her? How could he, he didn't know anything about her misery.
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The policeman, whose name she still didn't know, ripped off his