So for all of you who don't know my first FF, in my stories a person plays with the name Ijolina Jaggsen, but everyone only calls Arkani. She has dark brown hair that extends roughly to her navel, dark brown eyes and is a Tokra (yes, how do we know that ??? * g * Right! From Stargate) and you will surely know the other people Dende, Vegeta etc.






Saturday morning. Arkani was rudely awakened by a blow on the head. “Oh shit!” Mumbled the victim sleepily. Slowly she opened her eyes. The blow she felt had been Piccolo's arm that hit her in the middle of the forehead. Carefully she pushed him aside and straightened up. “I slept so well.” The tired Tokra yawned heartily, quickly grabbed a few things from her closet and then quietly crept out of the room. . .


Around the same time in the CC. "Woman! Are you still not done with breakfast?How long should I actually wait. "" Vegeta you will have to be patient for a while. It's Bra's turn first. "" Still, you can hurry. I finally want to continue training. "" Yes, yes, stop complaining. With these words Bulma grabbed a bottle and disappeared into her two year old daughter's room. Trunks and SonGoten had gone away with school for ten days in the morning. So Bulma would actually have a quiet week ahead of her. Actually! his daughter would take care of it. It wasn't that he did nothing but a little more would have been nice.


"Piccolo! Get up! Dende has already prepared breakfast." The Namekjaner just turned to the side and ignored his girlfriend. “PICCOLO!” “I don't want to eat anything!” “But I would like you with me. You don't care?” “Yes.” The Tokra looked down furiously at the sleeping man. This is just unreal! Well wait a long time you won't sleep anymore.Arkani stepped to the window, pulled the curtains aside and tore the window open as far as it could go. Immediately the Namekjan crept under the covers. "Oh no! You can forget that right away." Arkani hurried to the bed and pulled the covers down with a swing. "IJOLINA! Are you crazy, I'm tired!". . .


In the meantime Bra had got her bottle and suckled happily on it. But Vegeta was still hungry in the kitchen. “I need something to eat now! No matter what.” Furious, he stomped to the refrigerator, tore it open and began to shovel in everything that made an enjoyable impression. . .


Breakfast had also started in Dende's palace. Just not quite as harmonious as usual. "Piccolo, could you at least pretend you're happy?" "If you hadn't brutally woken me up from my sleep I would be happy now!" "I better go." With these words rose Dende himself and dragged the perplexed bottom with him when going out."Let's go Popo. The rags are about to fly here." "What do you mean? If I hadn't woken you, you would have wasted the whole day in bed. You should be grateful to me!" "Grateful? Arkani, I'm dead tired." "From what? From the little training you did yesterday? Or was the night too exhausting for you?" With a sardonic grin, she looked at how her last sentence had finished off Piccolo. . .


"Vegeta, what do you think if we do something together again." Bulma had little Bra in her arms and was about to talk to her Sayajin about a romantic dinner when she looked up and found that Vegeta was no longer in the hallway. "Vegeta?" . .


"Do you know that you can be damn annoying at times?" "So I'm annoying ?!" Angry, the Tokra crossed her arms in front of her chest and sat a look that seemed to say: Wait my friend, you regret that! . .





And any interest in a sequel?