Dragon Ball Love, Prince Saiyan is too domineering

Snoring..." The black cat raised its head in enjoyment and narrowed its eyes.

"Humph." Vegeta's expression still looked fierce, but the movements of his hands were very gentle and cautious, for fear of hurting this little guy.

"Hmm...ha——" Bulma yawned from the operating room.

Vegeta immediately froze his expression, quickly retracted his hands as if nothing happened, and stood up straight.

different him

The evening wind was a bit cool, blowing in through the crack of the door, waking Bulma up from his sleep.

She stretched, got down from the operating table, and after looking around for the black cat, she found it was at the door.

"Ah, why did you run there, are you hungry?" Bulma walked to the door, bent down and hugged it in his arms.

"Meow~" the black cat acted like a baby in Bulma's arms.

Bulma didn't lock the door, she planned to come over to study after dinner, and she almost finished it.

As a result, when he just walked out, he was startled by the motionless black figure standing beside him.

"Wow!" She yelled, her body trembled and she took several steps back.

"What are you arguing about?" Vegeta frowned displeased, put his hands in front of his body, and looked at her disdainfully.

"So it's you..." Bulma breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously, "What are you doing here? Don't worry, just—"

Before she finished speaking, Vegeta interrupted impatiently with a cold tone.

"time to eat."

After all, Vegeta walked back on his own, leaving Bulma with a surprised face.

Not to urge her to speed up her research, but to ask her to eat?

Vegeta would actually do such a thing? !

Bulma stared at his back and pinched her face.

pain pain pain—

She is not dreaming!

Even though Vegeta's attitude was always so unreasonable, Bulma's heart skipped a beat.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Breaves and Bulma chatted cordially, throwing a few questions to Vegeta from time to time.

But the answer to them is always one word: hum.

Bulma has long been used to his superior and arrogant attitude, and would be angry at first, but after getting to know him now, she thinks that he is a little bit cute like a child who has lost his temper.

But she didn't dare to speak out what was in her heart, lest she would annoy Vegeta.

"Bei Jun, are you going to the equipment room to exercise later?"

"Humph."

"It's not good for your body to always exercise overload."

"Humph."

Bulma didn't join their conversation, but quickly left after finishing the dinner, and ran to the operation room.

She just thought of a better design!

Only Vegeta and Mrs. Breaves were left in the dining room.

After a short period of silence, Vegeta looked at the dishes in front of him and suddenly felt dull.

He hated the feeling that Bulma could affect her appetite!

"Tch, it's really annoying." Vegeta put down the tableware in his hand, and left the restaurant with a cold face.

Mrs. Brives looked at his leaving back thoughtfully, covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

Bulma in the operating room continued to study intently, his eyes full of seriousness and concentration, while Vegeta in the equipment room was a little absent-minded.

He didn't hear Bulma chattering around him at night, and he felt a little uneasy.

Is that woman unwilling to talk because of Yamcha?

Thinking of this possibility, Vegeta became even more agitated.

It was close to the night before he returned to the bedroom, but seeing that Bulma's room was tightly closed and there was no movement inside, he narrowed his eyes and turned around and walked downstairs.

That woman probably hasn't gone back to rest yet, and she's probably thinking about Yamcha again, hiding somewhere and crying secretly.

He said that it's not worth shedding tears for the scum, if that stupid woman is sad, then he...

Be sure to kill Yamcha!

She is sick

However, he searched all over the building, including the warehouses that he seldom visited, but he did not find Bulma.

Vegeta was distraught, she shouldn't have left home to find Yamcha.

"Meow?" The black cat suddenly appeared at his feet, tilting its head and looking at him suspiciously.

"Hey, where is Bulma?" Vegeta subconsciously asked a cat with a cold face.

Tch, it seems that he was really influenced by the people on earth, and he actually talked to pets.

But the black cat seemed to understand, stood up and walked forward, and looked back from time to time, as if to see if he was following.

With his hands in front of him, Vegeta followed a black cat half-believingly. Halfway through the walk, he suddenly found that this direction was to the operating room.

It was only at this time that he reacted abruptly, with a hint of shock and disbelief.

It wasn't until he opened the door and went in that he saw Bulma sitting on the ground, leaning against the console and falling asleep, that he felt inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Bulma's otherwise clean shirt was stained, and his face, arms, and legs were covered in dust, making him look like he had just run out of a garbage dump.

"Meow~" The black cat stood at the door, looking at Vegeta as if asking for credit, but his attention was on Bulma.

For him, this woman has been studying for several days until late at night.

What is the reason for doing this?In order to prevent him from destroying the earth, do you try to satisfy him as much as possible?

Or other reasons?

Vegeta didn't know, but felt that the dirty-looking woman in front of him had enormous power, which made him want to protect it uncontrollably.

"Hey, do you want to be sick?" Vegeta withdrew his thoughts, walked to her side, squatted down, and called her in a non-gentle tone.

"Hmm..." Bulma frowned slightly after hearing the voice, but she didn't open her eyes, and fell into a drowsy sleep again.

"Don't think about me taking you back."

But this time, Bulma didn't answer him, and didn't even make sleepy noises, with an unusual flush on his face.

Vegeta is a little complicated in his heart, he won't be right, is he really sick?

Seeing her expression getting more and more uncomfortable, Vegeta hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched her cheek.

It's hot, I have a fever.

"Tch, troublesome woman." Vegeta didn't care about anything else, and hugged Bulma in his arms.

In desperation, he jumped directly from the ground to the bedroom floor, and entered the room through the corridor window.

"Huh...huh...so hot..." Bulma huddled in his arms, the blush on his face getting deeper and deeper, he subconsciously burrowed into Vegeta's arms, trying to find a more comfortable position .

It was the first time Vegeta encountered such a thing, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.

If he was sick himself, he would not be so nervous.

She looks miserable, what to do?

knock knock!

Vegeta carried her to the door of Mrs. Breaves' bedroom, and knocked on the door anxiously, but the place where he knocked was directly dented.

"What's the matter, Mr. Bei?" Mrs. Breeves opened the door worriedly, and saw that Bulma seemed to have a fever, "Oh, she looks very uncomfortable."

"She..." Vegeta's eyebrows frowned into the word "Chuan".

As a result, before he finished speaking, Mrs. Breaves closed the door with a "bang", and said lightly: "Hurry up and send Bulma back to the bedroom, take good care of it!"

Vegeta hugged Bulma, staring at the closed door with a look of astonishment.

will not take care of the sick

The corridor was silent, and the warm orange light shone on Bulma, making it look extremely soft.

It's just that Bulma, who is in a fever, looks even worse.

"Huh...huh..." She began to pant slightly, and moved her body uneasily in a semi-drowsy state.

How could a mother hand over her daughter to a man like this?Still when she was defenseless!

Vegeta stood there in shock for a long time before he recovered, looking at Bulma in his arms, feeling a little anxious.

He has never taken care of a sick woman, if there is danger, he doesn't care!

Even though he thought so in his heart, he took Bulma back to the bedroom in action and carefully placed it on the bed.

"Huh...cough cough..." Bulma frowned all the time, and the unusual blush on his face became more obvious.

Seeing her increasingly uncomfortable expression, Vegeta was upset at this moment.

Damn it, what on earth is a woman supposed to do when she's sick?

"Water...so thirsty...so hot..." Bulma uttered a slight dream,

With the rise in body temperature, her lips were already dry and cracked.

Do you want some water?

Hearing this, Vegeta immediately stood up and looked around, and found the water dispenser and cups on the balcony of the bedroom.

He quickly walked over to pick up a glass and was just about to drink water, but because he was too anxious to control the strength, he crushed it with a "bang".

whispering sound!

Vegeta snorted coldly, took a new cup, and after drinking half a cup of warm water, he returned to Bulma's bedside.

Looking at Bulma who was lying there and would not be able to wake up for a while, Vegeta hesitated for a moment, then sat on the edge of the bed, helped Bulma up with one hand, and let her lean in front of him.

The slightly hot and weak body was weak, leaning softly in his arms, which made Vegeta's heart tighten.

For such a weak human being, he would be injured if he exerted even a little force.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips, for fear that he would hurt Bulma too much.

If it were him before, he would definitely think that such a weak human being is not worthy of living in this world.

After Bulma drank the water instinctively, she finally felt a little more comfortable, but her body was still very hot.

Would it be better to take off your clothes?

Vegeta lowered his eyes when he thought so.