I'm sooooo infinitely sorry that it took so long and unfortunately (is there any ??) that the part here turned out to be very short! But I'm in the stress of moving and have anything but a lot of time! Forgive me!!! * Kneel down * And it gets worse: It can take a while before I'm back online.

Tenshi: Another excuse for being lazy!

No not this time! Certainly not! I would if I could, but first I have to find out how it all works and that can take * g *. Anyway, this part is here for the time being and black fate is already in the starting blocks!

Tenshi: Don't be angry with you! That almost comes close to starlight! Every jubilee year a part or a pick-up! Should we also set up an email info system? Say inform about new parts by mail?

But do we need the addis from those who want it!Otherwise it means: draw the number and wait!

@laris: Oh man, don't be sad! At some point they are guaranteed to bring the repetition and until then ... well, comfort with another series? Unfortunately, the part is short and unspectacular, but hopefully I was able to help you anyway! ^^

@Maui XP: First question: Your name is Klaus and your email addi is kaiser girl ???? Split personality?? No, seriously. Thank you for your interest and hope to continue to welcome you as a reader. (Even if it could take a little longer until the next part!)

@Hinak: Bra has a leading role! Was important to me once, I don't know why. The one episode per week will probably not work out now ... Hm, let's see how things go from here. First take a look at the situation. Is your father really that stressful? My dad doesn't care, the main thing is that I lie in my bed early and he can terrorize me in a waking way! * g *

@ Eagle-eye: So first of all, thank you for your wonderful answer to the chain letter!I thought it was laughable! I just read such letters cursory and then send them to everyone in my address book! But you'll laugh: last night there was actually a child by my bed! I'm so scared: if my cousin is standing there and declaring that she can't sleep! That worked somehow ... ^^ ° Vegeta is still coming, but not in that part where he says .... momant ..... one, no two sentences! Well, at least. I'm still in the start-up phase.



So, have fun then !!!





Aqua





Chapter 3



"I'm sorry, little one. It was stupid to go swimming this time of year.", Cetherine apologized and brushed a few strands of blue from Bra's sweaty face. "Yes!", Bulma switched on immediately, who was standing at the window and lowering the blinds. "Something unreasonable! Be glad that you both don't have serious pneumonia!", she grumbled on. Cetherine endured it with a smile and just looked down at Bra, who followed her mother's movements with feverish eyes." It's just a cold. Nothing bad. ", she said weakly. Bulma was at the door again and said:" I'll tell Grandma that she will bring you tea and soup and that will be eaten! I have to go back to work. "The door hissed shut behind her.

"Mom is pissed off," Bra stated in a low, hoarse voice. Cetherine shrugged. "She's right too. The water wasn't even 15 degrees. I'm used to that, but I didn't think it couldn't be you.", She said softly and friendly. "Do you swim often?" Asked Bra. Cetherine nodded. “As often as possible and whatever the weather.” She laughed softly, then said: “Don't talk too much and take a rest.”

"My lecture literally falls into the water.", Bra did not allow himself to be stopped.Cetherine gave her a look that fluctuated somewhere between pity and glee when she announced: "Your mother already called the school. You have to give the lecture as soon as you are fit again." Bra made a face, Cetherine grinned. The door opened again and Mrs. Briefs came with a tray on which a bowl and cup were steaming. "Make both empty!" She whispered and disappeared again.

The girls giggled and Bra asked, "Who?" Then she was shaken by a coughing fit. Cetherine got up and raised Bra's headboard so that she was half sitting, half lying. "You of course!", She replied and put the tray, which had small feet, on the bed. Bra sighed and spooned the soup under Cetherine's close supervision.

The day passed quietly. Bra was almost asleep and Cetherine got a book from Bulma's library. With this she sat at the window and watched her friend's sleep.In the late afternoon the door opened and Trunks poked his head inside. He looked like he had just returned from school because he was still partly in his school uniform. "How is she?" He whispered. "Me? Good so far! Thanks for asking!" Bra replied loudly and giggled.

Trunks stepped in completely and said: "I think you sleep here terminally ill?" Bra looked at him with wide eyes and then yawned with relish. "I do too, but I just woke up. How was school?" She asked subtly. Trunks made a face at her and left the room. Shortly afterwards he came back and said: "Just get well quickly! I can't take long to pick up the little nuisance from preschool." Then he disappeared.

Bra propped himself up and looked over her feet at Cetherine. "What are you reading?" She wanted to know. Cetherine didn't react, so Bra shouted louder: "Hey! Ceth!" "What?What's happening? "Bra laughed." So absorbed? I just wanted to know what you read. “Still not quite up to date, Cetherine looked at the cover of the book.” Something about nuclear physics. "she stated to her own surprise. Bra giggled again." Do you sleep in broad daylight or do you really care? "

Now Cetherine laughed too. "Oh, actually not both. Only your mother mostly has such books." Bra lay down again and Cetherine looked out the window. Her thoughts had been very far away. In a small valley where the trees never lost their leaves and where there was a small hut ....



Conn rolled restlessly in his bed.

In his dream, the four he had painted had started to chase him. Luminous eyes rushed him through the darkness, glowing hands burned his skin. The ground under his feet cracked. He looked around in panic. There were only two left on his heels.A burning hand reached out for him and he cried out in fear. He heard a voice, soft as the whale singing. She called his name and he turned around. Before him stood a being, white and perfect. It seemed to float in the air, and its robe and hair floated around it like in water. Small, colorful fish circled it. Conn stumbled towards the figure of light without hesitation and threw himself into her arms with a scream ...

Bathed in sweat, he opened his eyes. It was pitch black around him, but he felt that someone was holding him protectively. With his hands he clawed the soft fabric of the sleeves that gently enclosed him. The door opened and warm light flooded the nursery. Conn blinked, blinded, but recognized the worried voice of his mother. "Conn? What's going on? Cetherine, what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you be home long ago?"
Conn listened. Cetherine? He straightened up and looked into the friendly face of his sister's new friend.She turned now to Bulma and replied calmly: "I was still over at Bra and heard him calling and screaming over and over again. Then I went over." Bulma sat down on the edge of Conn's bed. Meanwhile, Cetherine looked again at the little boy who was staring at her with his silver-gray eyes and smiled gently. “You just had a bad dream.” She stroked his blue-black hair soothingly. Conn nodded as if paralyzed. Bulma stood up with a sigh. “I should go to the psychologist with him.” Cetherine listened up. "Why? Does he often have such dreams?" Instead of his mother, Conn replied: "All the time."

Bulma turned in astonishment. "Great, now I feel really marginalized by my own child." Cetherine looked at her questioningly, but Bulma waved her off and said: "Oh, he never talks about his dreams. He just paints them and only shows the pictures to Vegeta . Go to sleep, child or go home. "With that she left the room and it was dark again.Bulma stopped in the lighted corridor and thought back. During her pregnancy she had struggled with Vegeta even more than usual, but he had still been present at the birth - the first time. She had had to fight alone with Trunks and Bra. With a smile she thought of how different he had been in the delivery room. As if the swing doors had locked out the real Vegeta and only let in his good side.

With a giggle, she remembered that he had even hacked with her and breathed the contractions away. She had almost broken his hand towards the end of the birth, because he had lowered his strength almost to 0 so as not to hurt her. In gratitude, she had pinched his fingers relentlessly together. And then Conn was there. Bulma would never forget the look in Vegeta's eyes as the nurse grabbed the screaming, warm bundle in his arms. He had never looked like this before, either before or after Conn was born. He even took part in the naming process.That was also the end of the harmony. Hardly out of the delivery room came the first argument about the name of the newborn.

Bulma looked at the door. "Conn" was written on a colorful salt dough board. Vegeta had got his way and Bulma made friends with this name too. The irony of it all was that Conn stubbornly refused to even watch Vegeta and Trunks practice. Well, that was probably nothing with the third warrior in the family. Conn was rather tender, but Vegeta had come to terms with it surprisingly quickly. Conn's infatuation with his father also contributed to this, because the boy was affectionate as a puppy and followed Vegeta everywhere - except in the GR. Also, only Vegeta was allowed to see the