Dragon Ball Love, Prince Saiyan is too domineering

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"Very good, then I'll give you a ride." Vegeta narrowed his eyes, the anger in his body burst out, and there was a rush of air around him.

He is serious.

Bulma looked at Vegeta in astonishment, and quickly stopped in front of Yamcha: "Vegeta! What are you doing?"

"Kill him." Vegeta replied succinctly, with his palms facing them, there was already a wave of energy gathering.

As long as he thought about it, let alone killing a person, it would be easy to destroy this place.

Bulma covered her mouth and looked at him in disbelief.

There was dense cold sweat on Yamcha's forehead, and if he was an opponent with Vegeta, he would be wiped out in less than a second.

Still, he kept Bulma behind him, trying to keep himself calm.

He stood in front of Vegeta, and settled down to negotiate with him seriously: "There is some misunderstanding, I need to explain to Bulma."

"So what?" Vegeta saw that he pulled Bulma behind him, and the power of the air wave in his palm gathered even more.

"You don't want Bulma to be sad, do you?" Yamcha bit his lip and continued with some regret, "About making her cry that night."

"whispering sound--"

Vegeta's mind was poked, and he snorted unhappily.

He really didn't want to see Bulma shed tears, and because of this, he didn't want the man who made Bulma cry to appear again.

Now Bulma looked at Yamcha blankly.

They have broken up, what else is there to explain?

"I want to talk to her, it won't hinder your cultivation." Yamcha saw the hesitation in his eyes, and the panic in his heart finally dissipated.

"That's the best. If you do something to make Bulma's mood unstable, thus delaying my practice place, I will definitely not let you go." Suppress the irritability that comes.

The air wave in his hand also disappeared.

"What, just to let me help you upgrade the gravity chamber?" Bulma glared at Vegeta angrily.

This stupid woman couldn't even find the point of what he said, so she didn't bother to explain.

Vegeta turned around and walked into the house without a cold face.

That scumbag quickly finish talking nonsense and get the hell out of here!

"I didn't expect that evil Vegeta to value you so much now." Yamcha saw that Erma had such a powerful man protecting her, and didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

"Where is this? It's not because I'm useful! I'm so mad!" Bulma stared at Vegeta's back in the distance, his heart was messed up, and he was a little sad.

"Haha... It seems that you get along well." Yamucha smiled helplessly, and then the pain from the wound made him frowned.

"By the way, you are still injured, hurry up and rest inside." Only then did Bulma remember what happened to him.

She felt guilty for leaving Yamucha alone in the hospital before, not to mention that Yamucha's injury was caused by protecting her.

"Uh huh..." Yamcha leaned weakly on Bulma, and was helped by her to walk in.

Bulma helped him to the bed in the guest room, but the cold sweat on his forehead kept dripping, it was not the time to talk at all.

"You rest first, I'll call the family doctor over."

After Bulma settled him down, he ran out in a hurry, but as soon as he left the room and turned around, he bumped into the solid and stiff "thing".

"It hurts, hurts..." Bulma took a step back, covering the place where he was hit in pain, and opened his eyes to look.

Only to find that it was Vegeta with his hands in front of him, watching her coldly and condescendingly.

"Eh? Vegeta? Didn't you go upstairs to rest? Why..." Bulma looked at him in bewilderment.

"Hmph, I'm just passing by."

he went to call the doctor

In order to let the guests have a quiet environment, the guest room is specially built in the inner part of the corridor on this floor, and it is not on the same floor as the bedroom. Even if you need to go upstairs, you don't need to pass through here.

No matter how you look at it, there is no way to "pass by" here.

Bulma rubbed his nose, looked at Vegeta thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "You didn't come here because you were worried, did you?"

Vegeta, who was being talked about, looked very natural, and he answered her with a straight face: "I'm not interested in your affairs."

"Is that so?" Bulma was a little happy in her heart, but on the surface she shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Go ahead, I have something else to do, so I won't bother you."

When Bulma was about to pass by Vegeta, he grabbed his wrist.

"Hello. What are you going to do?" He asked coldly, squinting his eyes.

"Go and call the doctor, Yamcha's injury seems to be serious." Bulma looked down at his hand, with an indescribable emotion spreading.

"Go and rest." Vegeta ordered her in a slightly forceful tone.

"But..." Bulma wanted to say something, but was interrupted by him again.

"I'll go to the doctor."

Vegeta grabbed Bulma's wrist and forcibly pulled her to the stairs.

"I'm a little worried..." Bulma stood at the door of the stairs and stared at him suspiciously.

"Stop talking, hurry up." Vegeta frowned, and his tone became impatient.

Bulma sighed, walked up the guardrail, and told him again and again: "Then you must call out, and you are not allowed to hurt Yamcha anymore."

"Hmph." Vegeta was a little annoyed.

He cared so much about what that man did that he didn't bother to do anything to that weak person.

Bulma stretched, and all the fatigue came out at once, and Vegeta quietly stared at her back, until it disappeared, then turned and left.

He really wanted to leave Yamcha alone, but when he thought that Bulma would chatter in his ears after he found out, he had to bite the bullet and forcefully call the doctor to Yamcha's guest room.

When the doctor saw him, he immediately became very restrained, and followed him tremblingly.

The employees working in Bulma's house were all inexplicably afraid of the Saiyan in front of them. When Vegeta looked over, they felt a huge oppressive force around them, making them breathless.

Vegeta leaned outside the guest room, watching the doctor treat Yamcha before returning to the upstairs bedroom.

His bedroom was far away from Bulma, but after he went upstairs, he walked towards Bulma's bedroom involuntarily.

He just stood quietly at the door without speaking or knocking.

She should have fallen asleep.

Vegeta didn't understand why he behaved so strangely, frowned, and went back to his bedroom disturbed.

Thinking of Yamucha spending the night here, he wished to destroy the guest room downstairs with one palm.

When he went to the restaurant for breakfast the next morning, Yamcha had already changed into clean clothes, as well as the bandage on his arm and the gauze on the wound.

At this time, Bulma was sitting next to Yamcha, reading a magazine, and the two seemed to be in perfect harmony.

Vegeta's face was gloomy and terrifying, and the hand on his side clenched into a fist subconsciously.

He forcibly resisted the urge to throw the obtrusive man out.

from his dangerous breath

"Oh, good morning Bei Jun." Mrs. Breeves was making coffee, and when she saw him, she greeted him gently.

"Yeah." Vegeta took a deep breath, trying to adjust his emotions.

Hearing this, Bulma looked up and smiled at him indifferently: "Your injury seems to be recovering well, do you want Dad to give you another examination?"

When Yamcha saw Vegeta, she shrunk her body subconsciously, not daring to face Vegeta at all.

Thinking of him confronting Vegeta face-to-face last night, I was afraid for a while.

If Bulma hadn't been there, I'm afraid he would have gone to see Hades by now.

"Trouble, Saiyans are not that weak." When Vegeta said this, he glanced at Yamcha lightly.

He just said it to the earth warrior on purpose.

Seeing his sharp gaze and displeased expression, Bulma couldn't help laughing out loud.

I didn't expect Vegeta to have such a childish side.

Originally, Yamcha wanted to talk to Bulma, but Vegeta sat opposite, even if it was just a quiet meal, he had a strong aura without anger.

It made him feel guilty and flustered to say one more word.

Forget it……

Be honest with Vegeta.

However, the more he is afraid of something, the more something will come.

As if suddenly remembering something, Bulma turned to look at Yamcha and asked, "By the way, did you come to me to say something?"

Before Yamcha could speak, Vegeta's indifferent and sharp eyes had already struck at them.

Yamucha's forehead kept dripping with cold sweat, and he quickly found an excuse: "Ah... what happened after we left first that day?"

Vegeta withdrew his gaze and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"Did Kelin not contact you?" Bulma didn't think too much, and conveyed what Kelin said to him.

Huh... so dangerous...

Yamcha breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

"If you're just asking this, you can actually just make a phone call. You don't have to go so far to come here. After all, you are injured." Bulma's concern for him is real, but it's just because he has known him for nearly ten years. years of friendship.

"Of course not, I'm actually here..." Yamcha was about to explain, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Vegeta staring at him with sharp eyes again, and started talking again when the words came to his mouth. He said, "It's for this indeed. But living in your home is much more comfortable than the hospital