Go on. Thanks for all the clerks. To Aikoi: thanks for the name interpretation, incidentally a good idea.


have fun while reading.










"I'm slowly wondering why this person isn't as fat as a bullet!" Bulma broke the silence. Without answering, Vegeta got up and looked for his clothes that were scattered all over the room. "What do you do?" she asked. "Get up! You can see!" he moaned. In the morning Vegeta was always in a bad mood, Bulma had already got used to these circumstances. She got up and started putting on make-up for the first time. "Vegeta? Come here!" she demanded. To her surprise, he did so without any objection and sat down with her. She leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, Vegeta!" a meaningful smile came over him.


He left the room and Bulma got dressed.


When Vegeta arrived in the kitchen, the silence broke for a few minutes.


"And now to you Kakarott. What are you doing in MY bed?"" So, I uh ... well ... it was like that. I ... I don't know! "Vegeta got angry." If you show up in my bed again, I'll kill you myself! "Now he too sat down and began to eat. Goku just shrugged his shoulders and continued his feeding program. The men spent the rest of the day , Vegeta's suggestion is to train with it. The women had specialized in lying on the beach and talking about Dende and the world. In the evening, when everyone was sitting at the table, something happened that Goku will never forget in his entire life would.


“Ok guys, we have a problem!” Bulma came out of the kitchen with a shocked expression on her face. "What is going on?" Gohan asked curiously. "Um ... we have nothing more to eat! And that doesn't mean anything! I don't know who got down to work here, but there aren't even any cocktail cherries or pickled onions left!" of course all eyes immediately fell on Son Goku."Hey, I didn't do anything ... I was with Vegeta all night! I think so anyway ..." Everyone had the feeling that something was wrong with this thing. "Man, Kakarott. What do we do now!?!" "Haha, how good that I don't need to eat ...!" Piccolo tried in vain to be a great comedian. "Yes, but if you are not careful, you will soon have to run away when I feel like eating green vegetables again!" An argument began and Piccolo and Vegeta began to moan bitterly.


"It's typical again. Asparagus tarzan and the dwarf king have to dig a huge uprising again!" C18 broke the silence. "Hey, watch out what you're saying, your husband is probably more of a dwarf king!" replied Bulma. Now the women also began to quarrel. Videl and Gohan looked at each other desperately. Trunks and Goten didn't know what to do either. "Hey, what do we do now, if we are here with them for more than 1 week and they argue, I can't guarantee anything!"Gohan looked worriedly at his girlfriend. - Oh man, no mortal can take that! - he thought.


"HEY! Stop it all! You don't act like mentally retarded children!" all looked speechless at their counterpart.


"Now everybody listen, we have nothing more to eat, okay. It could have been father, but it doesn't have to be! However we somehow have to get food ourselves. Tomorrow we will all look for something to eat on the island." Silence stepped across the room. "Yes, I think you are right, Son Gohan, I think it would be best if we all go to sleep now, we are all exhausted and irritable!" continued Piccolo. All but Vegeta, Bulma and Trunks were all in their beds. "I think Kakarott ate our food. Who else ?!" "I don't know ... at least we can keep ourselves busy tomorrow while he probably eats up the supplies." Bulma complained. "I think someone is pretty tired, Vegeta." she pointed to his lap, where Trunks had fallen asleep."I'll put him to bed ..." Vegeta said after all. "Ok, I'm in the bedroom now." Then he got up carefully so as not to wake his son and made his way to his room. Son Goten had already fallen asleep, Son Goku was still next to him and had watched him in his sleep. "Oh, hello Vegeta!" he whispered. "Hi ..." there was a short silence.


"Kakarott?"


"Yeah what's up?"


"Listen to me carefully, I don't know what this morning is about, but if you show up in my bed again today, there will be a lot of trouble!" He turned around and left. "But...!" but Vegeta couldn't hear it anymore.




It is night ... a stormy night to be precise, it is 2:34 am.


A dark figure creeps through the corridors of the holiday home on Dragon Island. A door is opened. The stranger continues on his way and pursues his goal. The light from the refrigerator illuminates the room. Suddenly another person enters the room ...

"Did I know! Well wait ...!" C18 had come into the room and turned on the light. The screams woke the other sleepers and went into the kitchen. In front of them was a dazed Son Goku while he looked desperately into the empty drawers of the closet. "Yes, mom ... but we don't have any more sauce ... I want meatballs with a lot of sauce ..." Everyone looked puzzled at the scenario presented to them.


"He doesn't have them all anymore! The man's a case for the couch." Vegeta said.


“Can you be obsessed with food, Mom?” Son Goten looked up at his mother. "Don't know ... I'm going to put an end to the whole thing now!" Determined, she stalked to her husband. "Son Goku!" but he didn't listen. "SON GOKU?" again nothing. She looked into his eyes now, waving her arms wildly in front of him. "There's no such thing, he's asleep!"


"That doesn't exist! He's rummaging through the empty shelves, how can he sleep there!He's just playing something, ... right? "Asked Bulma suspiciously." Hmm ... I have a clear explanation. He's sleepwalking! The consciousness remains switched off, so "sleeps" while the drive is present and muscle movements can also be carried out


Usually it is more common in children and adolescents. It is assumed that this has to do with a certain immaturity of certain parts of the brain ... "Gohan looked into the rows and Vegeta and Piccolo were about to go back to sleep after his speech.


"That also explains why Goku secretly sneaks into other beds ..."








--- ToBeContinued --- if you want ...




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