Vegeta closed his eyes. "It will be over soon." he thought. He felt someone pick him up by the piano.


Trunks looked at the fly in amazement. "Look mom. Now the fly is dead." Bulma clapped Trunks on the fingers. Trunks dropped the fly in shock. "Mom? Why did you do that?" Trunks asked bitterly. The first tears welled out of his eyes.


"Trunks, now don't cry." Bulma comforted him. "Come here." and she hugged him.


Meanwhile under the porch swing. Vegeta lay contrite on a cobblestone. He noticed how he was being carried by something. What was that all about? He thought to himself. Slowly he moved his legs.


"Oops!" someone said, startled. "He's still alive."


Vegeta opened his eyes. A huge ant stood in front of him. Almost as big as himself.


"Company stop!" shouted the ant handler. "What's going on No. ZR351?" asked he.


"Um ..." she said. "There's such a great fly here. I think it's still alive."

"Hmmmm ..." said the ant handler. “Let's take a closer look.” He took a large branch out of the grass and poked the fly.


"Ouch!" yelled Vegeta. "Who was that?"


The ant handler took a respectful distance. Vegeta straightened up. The ants widened their eyes. "You were right ZR351. Get out of here!" and they disappeared into the bushes. Vegeta could hardly hold back from laughing. He rolled over on the floor.


"Ha ha ha ha!" someone called. Someone else seemed to be laughing. "Found her." called Trunks. Vegeta's heart stopped. Bulma had just left to do some shopping. Trunks stealthily looked around the corner that nobody saw him either. Slowly he reached out his hand to the fly and grabbed it. Vegeta couldn't react that quickly. Trunks shaped his hands so that there was a space between the hands. The fly was now in the cavity. Through a small gap Trunks could loll into the cavity and see what was going on with the fly.



Vegeta was disoriented. Where was he? Through a small crack he could see a ray of light. "Lets go!" he thought to himself. And crawled as fast as he could.


"Oh!" called Trunks. "The fly is moving. Great! You know what Fliegi? You will now be my new pet." Trunks promised.


Vegeta was getting sick.


Trunks dragged it to his room and put it in a small can. He already had experience with flying. The can was see-through and had holes on top. Attempts to escape were futile.


Vegeta saw many such cans in Trunks' room. There was a neat fly in each one.


Trunks took a new can and squeezed Vegeta into it.


"But there you have a particularly beautiful one." said Trunks with a smile. “I only cleaned it the day before yesterday.” Then trunks disappeared from his room and started looking for the next fly. Trunks was happy. "I'll have to show them to Son-Goths later." he thought to himself.“I've never had such a fat one.” Then he hopped down the aisle.




Meanwhile Vegeta looked around a bit in his can. There were a few twigs there, but to him they looked like sticks. He could still see the remains of his predecessor under a branch.






If you write me nice commies, there will be a sequel!