This is my first FF that I dedicate to Silversayan! Before that, close the usual Shonenai warning, if you don't like something like that!






Only a dream ?? part 1




This story takes place after the boo saga. Goku is still training with oob.




In the C.C.


* clap * "Vegeta! Listen to me!" Vegeta suddenly woke up from his daydream, which was always about one person. ---- When is he coming back? Is it bad that he thinks about him so much? He's also a saiyajin, would it be wrong then ..... No, never in life! He's the proud Saiyan prince! ---- * bulmavegetaeineohrfeigegibt * "NOW IT'S GOT ME SLOWLY !!! YOU NEVER TAKE CARE OF THE CHILDREN, NEVER LISTEN TO ME, DO NOT WORK AND IN BED THERE ALSO DOES YOURSELF * swallow *!" She caught vegetas angry look. But then she focused on her anger again! "That's enough for me! I WANT THAT YOU ........ * gulp *" Tears welled up in Bulma's eyes, but there was no point in continuing this nightmare.“I want you to move out.” She had expected a gigantic fit of anger, but Vegeta just flew out of the open window without a word. She fell to her knees and cried silently. Was that love? She felt used and dirty. She wanted to get away, just get away ......




At ChiChi:


"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" she gasped. "I can't take it anymore, son-goten only lives with his brother and I .." she whimpered, "I'm alone."




In some mountain range


Vegeta sat down on a rock. He stared blankly into the horizon. A small tear ran off his face. It's over, he knew he'd lost his last chance. --- kakarott? where are you?? ---- It looked as if Vegeta was staring at the horizon with great concentration, but it was deep, very deep, absorbed in thoughts of the one person. --What should I do? Where should I go? I do not know how to continue...---




Back at Chichi:

Silently she packed her things, she wanted to leave. Perhaps she is going to bulma or moving in with an old friend. But she no longer wanted to live with the strong fighters who were never there. If son-goku shows up again at some point, it would not be there. She went to the car. she let her things disappear unnoticed and drove off quietly. Without a goal. It would be too difficult for you to say goodbye. She would go to a nice little village and record the things she has not done for decades ... Just gone, just gone ......






I would be very happy about clerks !!