On Sunday morning Bulma is sitting in the kitchen and slowly sipping her coffee. Every now and then she looks at the clock ...


Today Vegeta would finally come home .. finally she could talk to him again. Maybe he would tell her the truth?


She would take it better than an outright lie.


Hours go by and Bulma is still sitting in the kitchen. It is already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. No sign of her Vegeta.


She sits spellbound on the old wooden chair. She hardly moves, her eyes only on the door.


* ring ring *


Suddenly the phone rings.


Bulma hesitates, but answers.


"Hello?"


"Hey Bulma"


"Vegeta? Where are you? When are you coming .."


"Listen, I'll stay here a few more days! I'll be back on Tuesday."


"But Vegeta, where are you, Vegeta, please come home, we have to ..."


* tüt tüt tüt *


Hang up ... he just hung up ...


Bulma stares at the receiver, disconcerted.

No, this time she doesn't cry, she just has to be strong. "Well wait, I won't shed any more tears because of them! You will still experience a real miracle .."


she thinks. But is it really as strong as it seems?