Lower Instinct - beginning of vegebul (+ gochi, tienlaunch)

The explosion (vegebul)

The weeks and months passed and not much had changed in the Capsule Corporation in the meantime. Vegeta still trained daily in Dr. Briefs' gravity room or Bulma's battle simulator. Meanwhile, the latter had attracted the attention of well-known large corporations, so that presentations had to be prepared and further optimizations had to be made. All this plus the upkeep of the gravity room was demanding a lot from Bulma at this time and her already strained relationship with Yamcha had to suffer a lot from all the work. She barely had time for him and the more he realized it the more he showed up at Briefs' home again.

One evening he wanted to surprise Bulma with a date. For this he had made himself extra fine and had slipped into a chic, beige suit. Determined to win his beloved sweetheart back, he went to the Capsule Corporation to look for her.
//Where's Bulma?// he wondered as he walked the hallways. Because she wasn't in her lab, where he thought he'd find her.
As he turned the next corner, he suddenly encountered Mrs. Briefs, who immediately eyed him with great pleasure.
"Oooh, Yamcha!" she exclaimed. "You have a completely different charisma than usual! Are you wanna asking me for a date?"
She was as sweet as ever and Yamcha could only laugh in embarrassment.
"Um, well... Hahaha..."
Mrs. Briefs was only joking, of course. She knew why he was here.
"If you're looking for Bulma, she's over there by the gravity room."
He nodded to her. "Thanks very much!"
Then he started walking there and meanwhile he got an extremely queasy feeling. //By the gravity room...//

There Vegeta just dragged himself out the door, panting. He was so out of breath that he had to brace his fist against the outside wall of the chamber. His body was covered with sweat and he kept one eye closed.
That's when he spotted Bulma, leaning calmly against the wall, eyes closed, arms across her chest. In her hand she held a water bottle. Then she raised her head and gave Vegeta a cheeky look. Without a word, she threw him the water bottle, which he caught in midair with a loose grip. His gaze looked almost a little surprised as he first eyed Bulma and then the bottle. But he couldn't deny that she came at just the right time as he was quite thirsty after such tough workout, so he put the bottle to his lips and emptied it in a few sips. Bulma couldn't help but watch him and her eyes still had that cheeky expression - which looked almost a bit too flirty in Yamcha's mind. Yes, because he watched the two from close range.
He saw Vegeta handing the empty bottle back to Bulma.
"The food is already on the table," she said to him in an uninhibited tone, her eyes closed again. "So make sure you eat!"
"Bah! Can't remember asking you to..." he just grumbled and just walked past her.
Again, the guy didn't say a word of thanks and Yamcha just didn't understand why Bulma stayed so calm! Why had she waited for him here to give him water anyway?
Despite her busy work and although she still clashed with Vegeta from time to time, Bulma had simply made it her job to keep an eye on her new housemate. His self-care left a lot to be desired and if she didn't remind him at least to eat and sleep, he would probably forget it completely. He continued to be extremely unruly to accept her help and, moreover, was anything but grateful. But Bulma didn't seem to care. She had gotten used to his brusque manner by now. And for some reason she didn't hate it that much anymore...
As Vegeta walked away, she was still looking after him, standing in the same pose again, arms crossed over her chest.
"As stubborn as ever," she murmured to herself. "Hehe..."
But suddenly she twitched slightly. //Wait a minute... did I just giggle?//

Yamcha noticed that too. He stood with his back to the wall and now stared insecurely and thoughtfully into space, going into himself so intensely that he could hear his own heartbeat. And then he made a decision.
Yes! He would take on Vegeta! Right now!
Without further ado, he followed the Saiyan prince and soon saw that he hadn't gone straight back into the main house but had stopped outside to look angrily into the distance.
//Kakarot... I'll trump you!// he thought again.
Yamcha didn't want to leave any doubt about his plan and just walked straight up to him. He was already unbuttoning his jacket and starting to take it off while walking.
"Vegeta!!" he yelled and when he turned to him, he threw his jacket aside. "Let's fight!!"
"What?"
But then Yamcha rushed towards him. "HUAAAAAH!!"
Vegeta glared at him angrily.
And then the sounds of battle filled the evening air - but only for about three seconds.
...
"You wouldn't improve even with practice!" Vegeta called mockingly over his shoulder and then just walked away.
And he just left the badly beaten Yamcha lying on the ground. His right eye was completely swollen shut, blood was running from the corner of his mouth.
"Ha... Haha, that's it for me..." he laughed weakly to himself. "Vegeta... be nice to Bulma... I'm out..."
And then he shook his head as he was snapped out of his daydream! Because at that moment someone called his name - apparently for the umpteenth time.
"Yamcha? Hello?"
It was Bulma! She waved her hand in front of his face. She must have approached him by now while he was still standing behind the wall from where he had overheard her and Vegeta.
Startled, he turned to her. "Uh yeah, uh..."
Bulma put her hands on her hips, cocked her head and began to study him. "You look good," she thought. "Did you have a job interview today?"
"What?" He looked down at himself, confused. //Oh yes...//
"Well yeah, I...I mean, no...!" He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Because the mere idea of ​​messing with Vegeta had once again caused his self-confidence to shrink considerably.
Bulma looked at him confused for a moment longer, but then she shrugged. "Well, whatever. Would you like to have dinner with us perhaps?"
Yamcha winced, startled. With Vegeta? At one table? Oh Kami.
But actually he couldn't refuse an invitation from Bulma... So he finally agreed - even though it made him sweat. Luckily for him, Vegeta didn't eat with the family and so this evening promised to be a nice one after all.
And that didn't even require a fight with the Saiyan prince.

Yamcha started spending more time in Capsule Corporation and he really tried hard to be nice to Bulma. Because no matter how many cute girls there were in this world - she was his number one! That was now clear to him again. Bulma hadn't missed his growing interest and she really appreciated it again. So the relationship between the two seemed to be on the right track again. Until one day...

...Vegeta once again trained like a possessed in the gravity room.
//If I try a little harder, I should be able to transform into a Super Saiyan...// he was sure.
But that wasn't his only goal. He wanted to be a better Super Saiyan than Kakarot ever was! It so happened that during that training session he completely lost his sense of time. He trained to the point of exhaustion and eventually became careless.
When he faced a kiexplosion again - which he let fly around the room like a ping-pong ball withthe help of the training robots - he was hardly able to avoid it. He was grazed on the shoulder, lost his balance, and fell to the ground, where he first lay, pinned down by the crushing gravity. With an angry face and gritted teeth, he pushed himself up again, turned around and finally shot another ki blast out of his palms - knowing well that Bulma and her father had advised him not to usesimultaneous energy discharges. But he had to catch that ball of energy before it caught him! So the energies collided and Vegeta could hardly withstand the emerging power.
"Ngh...!"

Meanwhile, Bulma and her parents sat together over coffee and cake.
And when the earth suddenly began to shake, the dishes on the table shook! Bulma's mother jumped the cupcake off the plate and Bulma pushed her own in the face. "Umph!"
Startled, everyone looked up, because everything around them trembled... and finally there was a huge bang!
Dr Briefs looked up from his mug. Then his and Bulma's eyes crossed because both were immediately overcome by a bad suspicion. And without wasting any more time, Bulma then jumped up from the sofa and ran out of the living room.
On the way out, she almost collided with Yamcha.
"Bulma...!" he called after her, but in vain. She had already rushed past him harshly, and he followed her immediately.

Arrived on the outside area, she already realized that her fears had come true. The gravity room has been totally shredded! It lay there in smoking ruins! And Bulma couldn't think of anything else at that moment but...
"VEGETA!"
Side by side with Yamcha, she ran towards the huge pile of rubble. There she then crouched down while he stood behind her, eyeing the rubble in amazement.
"I knew this would happen," he exclaimed, shocked. "He's been trying to do the impossible!"
But Bulma didn't react to his words at all, and immediately started clearing the wreckages out of the way.
"Where is he...?" Her voice cracked with concern. "Vegeta...?"
She dug through the metal parts with her bare hands. And suddenly a hand shot out of the rubble - right in front of her nose!
"AAH!" Screaming, Bulma fell backwards, knocking Yamcha to the ground and landing in his lap.
Vegeta's hand twitched and then the remaining wreckages slid off his body as he finally freed himself from it. He moaned heavily from the effort. Bulma and Yamcha watched him with wide eyes.
When Vegeta was standing halfway upright, he scowled in their direction and Bulma hesitantly inquired while crawling off Yamcha on all fours, "You... okay?"
"Of course, I am..." Vegeta replies angrily, but also totally exhausted.
Bulma then exhales in relief. But in the next moment she got angry.
"How dare you, you dweeb?!" she yelled at him. "You almost wrecked my house!! What are you trying to prove?!"
But he had hardly heard her, her voice reached his ears only very distantly. He lost his footing and then fell backwards into the scrap metal. Pieces flew through the air, one in Bulma's direction, whose anger evaporated instantly. She gets to her feet and immediately runs over to him, while Yamcha stays on the ground and watches her.
"Wah... o-oh no..." she cried out in panic. "Oh my... Y-You're hurt...!"
She knelt down next to him and studied his pained face. Then she didn't hesitate for long, put an arm around his shoulders from behind and lifted his upper body. She put her other hand on his bare chest.
"No, I don't need help..." Vegeta protested, although she could see how exhausted he was. "I... I've got training to do..."
"You got to stop training for a while!" she immediately reprimanded him. "I mean look at you! You're completely wrecked!"
He looked at her with one eye. "But I feel fine," he claimed. "I must do it... I can take a little pain... It means nothing to me...! I damn have to get stronger than Kakarot...!"
"Okay sure..." Despite his stubborn nature, Bulma remained surprisingly calm. "We all know you're a tough guy. But you need to rest now!"
Yamcha had stood up in the meantime and was now watching the two with a disapproving look. He just couldn't feel any sympathy for this stubborn Saiyan who didn't want to accept help even now!
But Bulma obviously felt sorry for him. The way she held him, the way she looked at him and spoke to him... There was such a kind, sincere concern in her voice that Yamcha felt uncomfortable watching her.
Vegeta continued to look at her face for a moment. But then he got grumpy.
"I take orders from no one...!"
He rose from her arms. However, he never got around to getting up properly as he immediately collapsed again and fell on his stomach. And this time he really passed out.
Bulma immediately followed him, startled, leaning close across his chest from behind to see his face. And next, she turned her anxious gaze on Yamcha.
"Why are you just standing there?" she exclaimed. "Get help!"


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