Thanks for the commissioners to Kira_w, Saniko and princessnichan. The part has become a little longer.



The CC lay in the dim light of the cloud-obscured sun. Nothing moved in the house. On the kitchen table was a note from Bulma's parents, who told her that they had gone on vacation after all the stress and they hoped that Bulma had come to her senses after her nightly escape. The refrigerator hummed softly to itself.

In the hallway, on the phone table, there was a note that said Trunks had to stay in the hospital for another 5 days and that she shouldn't forget to pick him up.

Vegeta had read both messages, but somehow not registered them properly. He snuck through the CC and wasn't sure what to do. "Damn shit! What am I doing here? I should be training. Where are they all?" He went into Bulma's room. The closet was torn open and her clothes were scattered all over the room.It was the same with Trunks. As if in a panic, someone had ripped out clothes. The sayajin roamed the house restlessly. Something was bothering him. (Hm, no people there?) "Oh shit !!!" He went back to the front door, let it fall into the lock behind him. He looked up at the sky and tried to locate Bulma's aura. Just very faintly, as if she were in a place far away. He took off and disappeared in the clouds.



Corporal Bulma was waking up, even if she didn't like it at all. She tried to slide deeper into the large white pillows and pulled her blanket to her face. Her left hand felt the wide bed beside her. 'Crap! 'In vain. The sun hit the room. 'Damn! 'Bulma took a deep breath and sank back into the deep peace of sleep. But when someone poured ice-cold water over her head, she was standing upright in bed. She screamed as the covers were ripped off at the same time. She was about to give a sermon about Trunks and just opened her mouth when the veil of night lifted from her eyes and she looked straight into the grinning face of Vegeta Jr. looked.“What's the shit?” Malukka, who was standing behind him, spoke up. “Don't take it out on him.” - “Why are you doing this to me?” - “Do you remember that King Vegeta wants to see the whole watch in the great hall at the time of the tenth moon?” - “Yes! The announcement could not be overheard. "-" You still have exactly 9 minutes! "

With one jump Bulma jumped out of bed to the chair where she had carelessly thrown her uniform yesterday. She slipped into the T-shirt, pulled the leggings over her legs, followed by the skirt, finally threw on the chest protector and, last but not least, skilfully jumped into her boots.

"Two minutes! Respect! You topped yourself. Yesterday it was two and a half minutes." - "Haha! Very funny!" Meanwhile Vegeta was hopping around on her bed. Bulma couldn't imagine, with the best will in the world, that this was the same Vegeta, who every morning grumbling and sleeplessly didn't appear for breakfast until around eleven. Though Trunks was the same.Malukka turned to Vegeta "Hey Prince! Don't you have to go to class?" - "Forget him! I'm doing blue today. I'm a prince, I am allowed to do that!" He made a somersault and landed in front of Malukka. She raised her eyebrow and looked him in the eye. The little one sighed. "Okay, okay, but tonight you will teach me how to flick an energy ball into a glass of rice grains one by one." Malukka laughed. "Your mother is killing me! Well, get out of here!" Bulma looked over at Malukka. She had a much better relationship with her son than if she were the king's wife, because she had nothing to say. Bulma had seen this once in the hallway. The "First-Lady" thought she was the biggest and just moaned the whole time and was constantly accompanied by these three goofs. In the first minute you knew what to think of her.

The two women ran down the aisle to the main hall. The current from the many other guards carried them away.Bulma had only been here for three days, but it was almost all a habit. The thoughts of her problems at home had banished her far into the farthest corner of her brain. "How do I look?" - "Well, your hair! Terrible!" Malukka grinned crookedly. Then she ruffled Bulma's hair. "Now you look like a Sayajin. Bulma looked at herself skeptically in the large mirrored wall. What did they expect from her early in the morning?" Oh yes! Before I forget, a message from Corporal Ruto. "She put a small computer in Bulma's hand. (Like on Star Trek. * G *)

There was a loud murmuring in the hall, but it ceased immediately when the double doors at the other end of the room opened and King Vegeta entered with wide strides and a fluttering cloak. He climbed the dais to his throne.

Malukka stepped forward, turned. “SALUTED!” There was a jagged salute. Malukka stepped back, looked at Bulma, and rolled her eyes.The commander-in-chief found it quite silly, but the king insisted on this tradition. Bulma eyed the king. He was taller than Vegeta. His hair stuck out from his head a little more tangled, his facial features showed no emotion. The Earth Woman could understand Malukka, although she did not want to exchange. When the king finally spoke, the whole room was filled with his voice without seeming to scream. He radiated power. a ruler to fear. Bulma tried not to grin, because when she got here and went to the king with Malukka, she had seen him completely different. He looked relaxed and when Malukka stepped into the hall, you could really feel his relief.

The king now dealt with the state of affairs in terms of preparations for war. “Commander-in-chief Malukka, how are things overall?” Again the person addressed stepped forward. "Very good, my King! The number of people in our army has grown to 50 million.We also have a hundred thousand battleships and gliders. Everything is prepared and in its designated place. " - "Well well! What about the defense of the palace? "-" We have ordered an additional two thousand men. Including some of the best fighters. If everything should go wrong and it won't, these will be our final trump card. The commandant is Bardock. " - "Well! Sakra, let him know to come to me immediately. "A guard nodded and disappeared." That would be resolved! What about the protective shield and defenses, Corporal Briefs? "Bulma stepped forward." Everything is settled. The protective shield has been attached and is ready for use and the weapon systems are being checked again at this moment. Unfortunately, I just got a message. In order for everything to work really effectively, we need twice as many people. "-" That shouldn't be the problem. I will order that immediately.Good work! "Bulma nodded and stepped back in line with Malukka. Only now did she notice how her legs were trembling. She hated talking in front of so many people and especially in front of the" boss "." Well! Tonight at the time of the third moon, we will launch our attack. Whatever happens; I wish you success! Remember! You are sayajins! Step away! "The guard saluted" LONG LIFE THE SAYAJINS !! "Then everyone went to their tasks. Malukka stopped, Bulma walked a bit, but shortly before the door she stopped and waited." King Vegeta, I have to talk to you. "She walked up to me. Vegeta looked at Bulma, who just shrugged her shoulders. She thought it was sweet how the king was unsettled whenever Malukka wanted to talk to him, in private. Vegeta knew who Bulma was, of course, where she came from, but that the planet was destroyed in her future, she had evidently withheld. He also knew that Bulma knew who Malukka actually was. "Vegeta, me" Malukka began, but didn't get very far because Prince Vegeta was with him rushed to his father with a battle cry."The teacher is an idiot! I want a new one!" He attacked his father with his fists and feet. Malukka went to Bulma, who was standing at the door with folded arms, grinning. "Men! They and their training sessions in between. Let's go eat something!"

They wandered through the city. If Bulma hadn't known better, she would say the war was just a fake. Everything in the city was perfectly "normal". The place they went to was pretty good. The two withdrew to the farthest corner, since guards were not welcomed by everyone. The host brought two servings of some kind of goulash or something. Anyway, it tasted damn good, Bulma thought. She was still amazed at these plates. They were actually more like records. Her gaze wandered over the crowd. "Tell me, Malukka! Can't it be that you take Frezzer a bit lightly. I mean, everything is so normal." - "What are you going to do. Scare-mongering doesn't help you much here.The people know that we are at war, but nothing more. They don't even care. Besides, you know how Sayajins are, showing feelings means you're weak. "-" What I've wanted to ask you for a long time: How can you say that like an expert. Do you have options for comparison? "-" What do you think? To make it to Commander in Chief, I had to fly many planets. Negotiating contracts and all that. Besides, we also sell planets. After all, we are the most powerful warrior people in the entire universe, the Sayajins. "Bulma stared at her." What are you so scared of? You have probably forgotten what Raditz once told you. "-" Oh, you still exist? "Bulma stared embarrassed out of the window Really forgotten over time. On the street a woman with a baby on her back was walking by in a hurry. Bulma stared after her. "Do you regret it? "-" What should I regret?"-" That you stayed here. "-" What else should I have done in your opinion? "Malukka saw her should do exactly, but Bulma held her gaze. After all, she already knew that from Vegeta." What happened? "-" With my relationship? Oh you, that's very easy. Everyone was messing with me. Do this, you're doing it wrong, etc. But I already had enough stress because I caught a million dollar contract from a company. My son annoyed me and then my loved one