Even if the FF is apparently hardly read by anyone, I continue to harass you * schadenfrohsei *






3.






Mr. Shikawa was sitting at the desk in his study. Lost in thought, he chewed on a ballpoint pen. Time was of the essence. Dr. Briefs wouldn't be gone forever ... Maybe he could use the ex of the boss's daughter as a decoy ... As with every problem there was a solution and he had just found it ...




That night Vegeta had a strange dream. He couldn't say for sure whether it was a nightmare or a pipe dream. In his dream he observed a young woman who played with her little son in the city park. Neither of them seemed to notice him. He couldn't see their faces, but instinctively he knew that this little boy was his own flesh and blood. The little one suddenly turned and pointed to Vegeta. And the blow hit him: this child looked very similar to Future Trunks - just younger."There mom, a butterfly!" He exclaimed excitedly. Apparently he couldn't see the prince. When the woman turned, all the color drained from his face. It was Bulma!


She, however, looked at Vegeta with a hateful look. Without saying a word, she turned and pulled the little one with her. Vegeta looked after them irritated. But suddenly they were gone ...




The Saiyan prince woke up bathed in sweat. What did that mean? Bulma had a son? - By him?


* Is she pregnant? Shit, what am I riding myself into? But ... Hmm ... There are two potential fathers ... *


But he couldn't so easily suppress the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach area.


* Why did they disappear so easily? Does that mean something? *


And if it were so, he couldn't care less ... He just ignored these thoughts, rolled over and fell into a dreamless sleep.



A high-pitched beep made Goku and ChiChi wake up from their sleep. ChiChi turned around sleepily and mumbled "Can't you turn off your cell phone at night ?!" Goku, however, was wide awake immediately, after all, he only had the cell phone for emergencies. And if he got a text message, it had to be one. So he rummaged through the pile of laundry that had been made the previous evening when he and his wife had ripped off our clothes in a wild passion. And - oh wonder - he found it in this mess.


> I'm locked in the lab. Help! Yamcha. <, Read the short message.


* Huh? I do not understand. he means the C.C. . I'd better ask Bulma ... *


Out of politeness, he answered the SMS ("Come immediately!").




Satisfaction spread across Shikawa's devious face. *He comes... *


"You wanker! How can you drag SonGoku into this ?! You insidious pig!", shouted a disturbed Yamcha, who was in an iron cage and was shaking the bars wildly.


"Shut up, you failure!" Said the scientist in a calm tone. He had no intention of entering into a discussion with such a lowly creature. He gave the prisoner a mean look and left the small room through the heavy metal door, which was provided with a special mechanism that only opened the door if someone touched the floor directly in front of her (the door then moves upwards, like that that one can step through.).




Clack, clack, a dull knock penetrated Bulma's bedroom and slowly let her slip out of the realm of dreams. Disoriented, she looked around in the darkness and tried to identify the source of this noise.


*The window! *


Bulma pushed the curtains aside and saw SonGoku, who was pulling small stones at her window. "Hey, what's the point ?!How dare you disturb my beauty sleep "Shouted Bulma aggressively." Yamcha ... He's in the laboratory ... Needs help ... "Goku shouted confused.


Goku, who was getting impatient, replied: "I don't care what your personal relationship is, but you're the only one who knows your way around the lab, so come down now !!!"


Bulma slammed the window, put on a light blue satin bathrobe and dashed down the stairs to the waiting Saiyan as quickly as possible.


When she got downstairs, she remembered something else. "I have to go up again!" And she pounded up the stairs one more time. Once at the top, she immediately met a grumpy Vegeta. "What is this monkey theater doing? I need my sleep!" Growled the prince.


Suddenly Bulma's eyes took on this radiance and she put hers


Now-you-can't-refuse-anything-look at. In a honey-sweet voice she whispered: "Vegeta?I have to go to the lab urgently. There is something there, something dangerous (she only used that as an argument, she had no idea what was really lurking there ...). Come with me and protect me. You're welcome! ".


Vegeta looked puzzled and it was not foreseeable how he would react now. But to everyone's astonishment, he followed Bulma, who was now carrying two envelopes


"armed", went down the stairs.


"Wow, Vegeta is joining us ..." Goku mumbled quietly and gave the prince an uncertain look to make sure he hadn't understood his words. "What is it? Why are you staring at me like that at Kakarott?", Growled the observer. SonGoku blushed slightly and looked away, embarrassed.




Our friends were now standing in front of the huge laboratory building. Bulma was amazingly confident and pulled out her card. Goku could take a look at the outline of the lab and widened his eyes. "Um, how big is this thing?", he asked." About three times the size of the quince forest ... ", was Bulma's answer. Goku's eyes got bigger." Isn't true ... ". ", she replied annoyed.


"Stop chatting big operas and finally come ...", Vegeta made himself noticeable again. "This is the main entrance to the laboratory. Unfortunately I don't have a key ..." Bulma pointed out.


Vegeta looked at her appraisingly, took off and fired a final flash against the heavy iron gate. The extent of his attack was unfortunately less than sufficient and horror at his own failure spread across his face, which gave way to an expression of anger when Goku started a Kame-hame-ha. * Kakarott always has to mark the hero ... *




Why does that bother Vegeta ???? Will they make it into the depths of the lab ???


You'll find out in a few months, or sooner if you write a few clerks to me ...