Have fun with the 2nd part of my FF I made a mistake and now you have this part as a prologue. Vegeta in Panik is the first part, if you haven't read it yet, you should read it. But now have fun with the FF.

Vanilla ice cream and violet luck

It has been a week since Bulma escaped. Vegeta and Bulma didn't say a word to each other and avoided meeting. Bulma went out of the house and into town as often as she could. Because Vegeta would never go anywhere near town. At least not voluntarily.

Bulma was on one of her trips again and strolled here and there without a plan.

It was the middle of June and her birthday would be soon. But she wasn't really looking forward to it. It wasn't because she was getting older. It was much more because she didn't know if she wasn't going to piss Vegeta when she threw a big party. She thought she should ask him because she knew now that he was not to be trifled with.But her bad thoughts literally flew away when she saw a pair of super great shoes. And faster than lightning, or faster than Vegeta can eat, she was gone into the store.

Vegeta meanwhile went into the kitchen to eat again. But he found nothing useful. "Then I just have to go shopping! And he shuddered at the thought, because these Earthlings would definitely stare at him again.

But it didn't help and so he flew towards the city.

The same thing occurred to Bulma at the same time.

She quickly paid for her oh-so-beautiful high aid and went to the supermarket.

Vegeta landed a few minutes later. Reluctantly, he too went to the supermarket. It was more of a department store. He groaned loudly when he saw that he was in the middle of the perfume department.

How embarrassing. He went on slowly. After five minutes he was out of the hell of smells.

Now he was standing in front of a huge table. “Where is the feed department now?” But Vegeta couldn't read anything."These Earthlings have one script among all ...! If you can even call it script."

Now Vegeta could read but only Saiyajin and this language was very different from Erdish. Vegeta slowly looked around. How was he supposed to find out where to buy something to eat?

To his left was an old lady. Would he dare to ask her? Vegeta fasted and took a deep breath. "Excuse me madam?"

"Madam how could I call her madam?"

"Could you maybe tell me where to get something to eat? Uh, so where to buy it?" But Vegeta knew straight away that he hadn't done it well. "Are you kidding me ?!"

“No, I just wanted to know if you knew where to eat something. And besides, I don't lift people up and carry them around!” But that only made it worse.

"You wretched bastard. The kind of guy who wants to steal a poor old woman's wallet! Shear off you wretch !!And the woman hit Vegeta with the handbag. Which then ran away quickly. Then she called: "Police !! Fetch the police !!! Thief !! Here is someone !!! A thief !! Police !! POLICE !!

Vegeta quickly ran to the first floor until he couldn't hear the screams anymore. Then he sat down, exhausted.

At the same time, Bulma went to the perfume department to look for her favorite fragrance, violet happiness.

That was really a hit at the moment. But then she heard a scream.

"Police, police !!! thief !!!"

She quickly ran in the direction of the shouting. It was an old lady standing all alone in front of a poster. "What's going on, dear woman?" "A big, rough and prutal guy attacked me. He wanted my wallet, but I was able to save it with the last of my might." "Wait! What does that guy look like?" "A huge guy with dark, evil eyes and sharp, cruel claws." That struck Bulma as weird. Who should look like that?But soon she forgot about the matter and went to the kitchen department.

Vegeta meanwhile was still looking for the grocery department, or as he would put it, the food department.

He didn't dare to ask anyone about it anymore, because that about the madwoman had been enough for him. “Do all Earthlings react like that?” So he wandered around and suddenly found himself in the lingerie department. "Great. First this quirk and now that." He was about to crumble when a shop assistant came up to him and stood up in front of him. "How can I help you?" "Well, I'm looking for them, what's the name of it? Groceries? Yes, I'm looking for them." "No problem. You have to go to the cellar. But where you are already here. You have them A friend? Definitely! I have some wonderful specimens here. "" But, but! "But the woman led, or rather dragged, Vegeta to a stand.

Bulma meanwhile tried on a number of dresses, shoes, and hats. But then she heard a din and patter outside the changing room.She quickly looked out and was startled. There ran a tall, black-haired man and behind the man a woman. She had her hands full of lingerie. The woman was shouting all the time: "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Then they had already run past Bulma. "What's going on today?"

Of course, Vegeta was the cause of the chaos. He tried desperately to escape the saleswoman. But she couldn't be shaken off. In addition, he slowly got a stitch in his side. He could fight and everything, but he hated walking like the plague. Then after another five minutes of continuous running he could no longer and leaned over his knees, panting.

Then the fully packed woman came. "There you are. Now what do you want to buy?" "Okay. I'll buy the three and now. Could you please leave me alone!" fully packed Vegeta went towards the cash register. "Bar or Check?" "Bar." That makes 500 Scherry (we are 500 euros). " " What does it make? Here are 500 Jinn (currency in Vegeta, we are approx.500 euro). "" I'm sorry, but I can't accept that. Please pay with the correct currency. "I haven't even heard of someone like that! And where should I change it, please?" "Over there is our in-house bank." So Vegeta went over. But as fate would have it, no one was there. Annoyed Vegeta was walking around the department store when the old quirk reappeared. "There is the thief! Stop him !!" "Not again" So Vegeta ran off again.

Bulma turned around. "That one again. Annoying poor old women." Luckily she was in the kitchen department. The creepy man came up to her quickly. She reached out and hit him right in the eye. He staggered back crying in pain. Bulma didn't know what to do. He hadn't gone down. Then the man got up again. Bulma quickly took a frying pan and hit the attacker on the head. It fell over plump.

Vegeta ran as he could. This quirk drove him crazy.Suddenly something threatening jumped out from behind a corner and hit him in the face. He staggered back in pain and almost lost his balance. When he was about to get up, something hit him hard on the head and his eyes went black.

Bulma looked closely at the face of the person opposite and was startled. She had knocked Vegeta down! "Oh Vegeta. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Wake up. Oh, please. Wake up! She quickly pulled out her cell phone and called the ambulance. Meanwhile more and more people gathered around the two of them. But finally came." the ambulance and the doctors, Vegeta was carefully driven into the ambulance and taken to the hospital with Bulma.

Vegeta slowly opened his eyes. It was bright and he closed it again immediately. Then he tried again. He was in a room. There were white walls everywhere. Slowly it turned its head to the left. Bulma sat there, her head resting on the dessert, and slept.“She looks really cute lying there.” Carefully he sat up and brushed her hair back from her face. Slowly she opened her dark blue eyes. She looked lovingly into Vegeta's black and sad eyes. They were so deep that she thought she could dive into them. Slowly she raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek. They felt warm and soft, not as hard as his soul. Or was it also soft, just surrounded by a hard shell? Or did he not know how to show emotions. Had he ever received love? Slowly she withdrew her hand. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." And tears welled up in her eyes. Then she left and Vegeta was alone.

Alone, otherwise it had never bothered him, but now he longed to be close. Especially after being around Bulma. He shouldn't have scared her. He shouldn't have told her then what he had done before. He'd taken her pretty bad and then he'd just fled from it.But the past was behind him. He no longer conquered planets, no longer killed innocent living beings, no women and children who could not do anything for war. And Vegeta felt sorry for them for the first time. He couldn't help them anymore, but he could at least try to save others. Yes, he'd done bad things and never wondered how the others felt about it. But it seemed to Vegeta that the regrets came too late and he couldn't change anything, neither himself nor the others. So he lay there and had a bad, a very, very bad conscience. After a few hours, but it seemed like millennia to Vegeta, Bulma came back. She held up two sundaes of vanilla ice cream and sat on the edge of the bed to give Vegeta one. Reluctantly, he took it and slowly began to eat. "How did I deserve it?" And he held up the sundae. “As a little excuse for your eye.” “My eye? What about it?"" Well, you've got a decent violet there, because of the frying pan. "" What's that supposed to mean? Frying pan!"

Bulma laughed lightly, although it's not exactly funny to be hit with a frying pan. But it had an effect, Vegeta smiled slightly. "Well, I hit you with a frying pan." "Oh, that was you!" Bulma winced, because she thought Vegeta was now totally freaked out. “Good hit.” Then he leaned back, grinning broadly, and munched his ice cream.

Bulma, on the other hand, was stirring her ice cream. There was a question on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't get rid of it, then she gave herself a jerk, sat down and looked Vegeta in the eyes: "What? !!" "You Vegeta? Why, why were you In the mall? "If Bulma had hoped for an answer, she was evacuated because Vegeta just shrugged and looked