Daily Life of Vegeta and Bulma - Page 1
The rooftop of Capsule Corp was always dyed in a warm golden hue by the setting sun. Outside the transparent protective shield, the artificial sunset sank slowly, stretching Vegeta's shadow long across the floor. He was hovering in mid-air, surrounded by a faint golden aura. Every punch he threw pierced the air with a sharp whistle, the resulting gusts of wind rustling the plants on the terrace. Bulma, holding two glasses of chilled juice, leaned against the doorframe and watched him for nearly an hour.
"Vegeta, take a break! If you keep training, the energy is going to blow the roof off," Bulma called out, placing the juice on a nearby stone table.
Vegeta suppressed his energy, and the golden aura visibly dissipated. He landed with a light breeze, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked over to the table. He grabbed a glass and gulped it down with Saiyan-like decisiveness. "Hmph, this amount of training is nothing. Ever since the fight with Majin Buu, I know there are countless stronger opponents out there waiting for me," Vegeta said dismissively.
Bulma rolled her eyes at him. Although she was nagging, she habitually reached out with a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face and hairline. "Always thinking about fighting... don't forget you're a father of two now. Trunks said you promised to take him to the amusement park, but you haven't gone yet. He's getting a bit grumpy about it," Bulma said with a smile.
Seeing Bulma's teasing grin, the tips of Vegeta's ears turned slightly red. He turned his head away and said huffily, "I'll talk about it once I break through my current bottleneck. And tell Trunks I will take him to the amusement park, so tell him to stop throwing tantrums."
Looking at his "tsundere" behavior—saying one thing but meaning another—Bulma couldn't help but laugh. This was the Prince she loved: stubborn, competitive, with Saiyan pride etched into his bones, yet the same man who would silently watch over her bedside when she was sick, be the first to stand up if Trunks was bullied, and quietly cover her with a blanket when she fell asleep working late. She loved this arrogant yet gentle Prince.
Life continued peacefully like this—until Bulma's ex-boyfriend, Yamcha, returned from his training abroad.