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FOR HER
Chapter 2: Forgiveness
Vegeta began pushing the energy ball closer to the robber, lighting up both their faces. It glowed brilliantly in his gloved hand, waiting for him to release it.
"You will pay for trying to hurt Bulma," Vegeta said, glaring at the robber. He prepared to throw the energy ball.
"Vegeta, stop."
Vegeta turned his head to see Bulma, kneeling behind him. Her blue hair was blowing from the energy he was emitting, and she had tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please. Enough. Just take him down to the police station."
Vegeta turned back to the robber, staring into his grungy face. He squeezed his fist on the robber's shirt collar, holding the energy ball ever closer. Suddenly, he powered down, the energy ball disappearing, and his hand releasing the man.
Vegeta let him fall to the floor before he picked him up again and flew out the window. He carried him all the way to the police station and dropped him through the roof.
When he returned, Bulma was sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee in her hand. She was looking at the floor and thinking hard.
Vegeta landed and stood quietly in the living room. Should I apologize? No. No, it would sound too weak. I should just leave.
Bulma looked up to speak to Vegeta, but he was already gone.
FOR HER
Chapter 2: Forgiveness
Vegeta began pushing the energy ball closer to the robber, lighting up both their faces. It glowed brilliantly in his gloved hand, waiting for him to release it.
"You will pay for trying to hurt Bulma," Vegeta said, glaring at the robber. He prepared to throw the energy ball.
"Vegeta, stop."
Vegeta turned his head to see Bulma, kneeling behind him. Her blue hair was blowing from the energy he was emitting, and she had tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please. Enough. Just take him down to the police station."
Vegeta turned back to the robber, staring into his grungy face. He squeezed his fist on the robber's shirt collar, holding the energy ball ever closer. Suddenly, he powered down, the energy ball disappearing, and his hand releasing the man.
Vegeta let him fall to the floor before he picked him up again and flew out the window. He carried him all the way to the police station and dropped him through the roof.
When he returned, Bulma was sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee in her hand. She was looking at the floor and thinking hard.
Vegeta landed and stood quietly in the living room. Should I apologize? No. No, it would sound too weak. I should just leave.
Bulma looked up to speak to Vegeta, but he was already gone.