shirt and threw it to the ground. His muscles were really impressive, for a normal person, another grip, and the belt was off.
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"You still don't want to talk?" He asked, grinning. "Well, that's fine with me ..." His tongue licked his bulging lips with relish. "We don't get a fruit like you every day ..."
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Then he came over and pressed her roughly against the wall. Her fists bounced ineffectively on his hard muscles and she couldn't even lift her knee to hit his most sensitive spot. Only when she clawed for his eyes did the superior grin disappear from his face and he slapped her in the face that it echoed in the cell.
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"Try that again, you little beast and I'll break all your fingers!", He growled. With one hand he grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the wall above her head, with the other he forced her chin up. She could resist as she wanted, she couldn't use his vice grip with her weak strength escape.
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"Just a little foretaste ...!" He muttered and pressed his slimy lips to hers that she thought she was suffocating.
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A moment later the wall of the cell shattered and a gust of icy air swept in. In the middle Vegeta, whose aura flickered in dark gold.
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The policeman released Lumia and yelled for reinforcements. But by then Vegeta had already grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the hole into the street, where he remained motionless on the pavement.
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Lumia collapsed on her knees in relief. Tears ran down her cheeks and she pressed her hands to her chest.
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"Vegeta!", Her voice was barely a breath, but all of her feeling was in it."You came."
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"Do you think I'll leave you to this worm?" He hissed. His eyes searched her body for signs of abuse. "Did he harm you?"
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"No, he just kissed me ...", she couldn't pronounce it, but Vegeta understood.
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His rough hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. "You will have forgotten about that," he said and kissed her. Cold, his lips were cold from flying through the winter night, but they warmed up quickly and soon the fire took hold of them too. She didn't want that, it couldn't be, not like that ... and yet she was defenseless. There was too much hunger in his kiss, too much longing and the desire to finally forget all the loneliness.
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He tasted the salt of her tears and lifted his head. He wiped away one of her tears with his thumb. "You want it like I do, don't you?"
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She could only nod helplessly, but then quickly shook her head again.<br />
"Stop doing that!" He interrupted her impatiently. “Who do you think you can fool with all this theater?” He took a step back, crossed his arms and watched with a knowing grin as her eyes widened in concern. Only then did he add, "You don't just owe me an explanation ... Bulma!"
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End of the second part
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Final remark:
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Actually, I didn't want to let the cat out of the bag until the end of the third chapter. But I know from your e-mails to some particularly alert readers that it wouldn't have remained a mystery for long anyway. The exact explanation of how and why this came about and what has happened to Bulma in these six months will follow in the next chapter.
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