Hello!


I'm currently sitting in front of my computer and wondering what other stories I could invent. But it might be very interesting for you to read something that is true! I do think that something like this has happened to some like me. Could let me know if so.




It's been a while before the start of the vacation to be precise. I have just been to the children's playground with my little one (almost 2 years old and super cute). Then she was busy with a bucket and a shovel and I wrote a protocol for chemistry, the last grade before the holidays and with me the chance to get a 2 on the certificate.


Julia (my little one) suddenly screamed and hit something with her shovel. At first I thought it was a toddler phase, but when she came up to me and tugged at me, I ended up in the sandpit with them.


In the middle of the sand was a big orange ball with four stars on it.First of all, I thought I was crazy. Anyone who gets up early, first watches Dragon Ball (video makes it possible), then goes to school and talks about Dragon Ball again on the way, then paints Son Goku and Co. at school, goes home and only looks at one thing again, can too ever stupid. However, I have to admit that there is always half an hour of Ranma between the recorded episodes and the new ones - there has to be a change.


So now there was this big orange ball that Julia pointed with her finger and said "Baba". That means a ball for her, not dad or something. “Is the ball orange for you too?” I asked her, and she showed me the ball again and said, “Baba!” I was confused. Apart from the fact that I saw a dragon ball in the sand in front of me, there was no one in sight that could confirm that it wasn't so.


So I dug up the ball and first put it on the bench (unfortunately on my chemistry protocol, but that didn't matter at the moment).Julia followed me and pointed to the ball: “Baba!” Meanwhile I knew that it was a ball and showed her how to build a sand castle so that I could look at the dragon ball in peace.


I still thought I was imagining it, so I made sure to pretend I was just looking at the smeared chemistry stuff and squinted at the ball in between. Better safe than sorry.


"This is mine," called out a voice that seemed familiar to me, but that I couldn't assign to any living person. It was a miracle I heard the woman, because she was quite a distance away and waved both arms. I could hardly see anything of her - just her blue hair.


I had never seen anyone with blue hair, except for carnival or at the country home. Yes, I had already seen someone - Bulma. But that was absurd ... although if there was a dragon ball ...


When this woman got closer, I recognized Bulma very clearly.Her age matched the last Dragon Ball episode broadcast. But it was nonsense. Bulma in Germany was crazy, but now, of all places, in my city on my regular playground, that couldn't be.


Probably someone came and I was just imagining it, I thought. But to be on the safe side I asked: "Bulma?" Then I looked at my little one so as not to blush, but the woman replied: "Do we know each other?"


That was real Bulma, and as she got closer I recognized Bra too. She was only a little older than Julia and joined her. While Bra was naming everything in the playground, Julia was babbling something, she just can't speak yet.


"Can I have that," asked Bulma and watched the two little ones play. I followed her gaze and answered before I really knew what I was saying: "What do you need the Dragonball for? Do you want to call Shenlong?" Bulma looked at me puzzled, which I didn't notice at first because I was watching Bra who was drawing on made my chemistry protocol.

"How do you know about Shenlong," Bulma asked. I wasn't exactly sure what to answer, so I didn't say anything and began to haggle: "You can have it, but I would like to be there when you call Shenlong."


To my great delight, Bulma said yes and took the dragon ball. When she was about to leave, we saw someone else from the same direction Bulma had come from. It was undoubtedly Trunks, who had a dragon ball under each arm. He eyed me suspiciously, which I didn't like very much.


It didn't take me long to think about it, Trunks and I were about the same age. "Who is that?" He asked his mother. She just shrugged her shoulders, and so I took over and first introduced myself and Julia.


"And on," Trunks asked disdainfully and looked at me angrily, but I didn't move a millimeter from the spot, which made him noticeably insecure. "She wants to see Shenlong"; Bulma said and on Trunks horrified look she added: "I don't know who she got this from either.Probably Son Goku did not hold tight again. "-" What do you want from Shenlong? "I asked and took the shovel away from Bra because she hit Julia. Bulma had only watched and done nothing, then she didn't have to be surprised when her two half-Saiyajins were on the Gymnastics nose.


"Son Goku and father fought again", Trunks explained to me, "Son Goku made such a strong attack that both of them went on it. Besides, Son Goten, who had watched, I was just able to save myself."


So I was just about to ask who was looking for the other four Dragon Balls when I saw it with my own eyes: Videl and Son Gohan were flying over our heads. I was speechless (and let's be honest, that's really rare for me). Son Gohan, my Son Gohan. And Videl, who I hated for snatching Son Gohan from me, and who I still counted among my all-time favorite characters. Each of them had two dragon balls that they now dropped.

"Where's Pan", I asked to my great joy at the same time as Bulma. Videl and Son Gohan looked around, confused, and Videl said: "She was just there!" We discovered her in Julia and Bra. Meanwhile, my little one had limited herself to watching the other two. They had taken the sand toy away from her and were now building castles and "baked" cakes. But I did nothing to get the things back to Julia. Why? She got to play with PAN, who was my third favorite person.


But now the same procedure began as with Trunks: "Who is that? How does she know the Dragonballs? Why? Why? Why?" It would have been annoying for me if someone had talked about me like that anywhere else, but Son Gohan and Videl were allowed allow yourself that.


But now a truly great event was imminent. I got to see Shenlong. It is gigantic and green and - I have no words to describe its spectacular appearance. You just have to see it yourself, otherwise you can't believe it anyway.

Pan, Bra and Julia had probably not seen this big dragon either. All three pointed to him, and his children until baby talk all said confused: "Dragon! - Dache! - That!" The latter had been Julia who said "that" to everything she did not know, regardless of whether it was the Dragon is called or the dragon.


So Vegeta (Vegeta, by the way, also my favorite person of the ... bad guys), Son Goten and Son Goku were wanted back, and to my great joy Bulma decided that Shenlong should do my chemistry homework. That saved the day.


Unfortunately, the revived did not show up at Shenlong, but probably at the place where they died, which is why I didn't get to know them personally. But the ones I had seen are enough. We said goodbye, and Bulma wished me every success in raising Julia, after which I first had to explain to her that she was ONLY my little sister.

Then they disappeared, and only one last time I saw them flying over me and Julia in an airplane. Bra and Pan nodded, and the little one began to howl. She hated losing new friends.




Unfortunately I could not keep the dragon ball, otherwise I would of course have issued a photo of the dragon ball as proof of the credibility of the person reported here. But I think you believe me too. And now my question, has that happened to you before? Or am I an isolated incident? I look forward to your comments!


P.s. Chemistry protocol was a smooth one, and so I have a 2 * froi * on the certificate