Genre: Crossover

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20th part

Bulma tried with all her might to keep her breathing shallow while listening to Vegeta's heavy gasping. It wasn't often that they slept together in the same bed, just when Bulma's parents were not in the C.C. were. It was during these nights that the scientist had noticed that her companion often seemed to have nightmares. He woke up in the middle of the night, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. She still had no idea how to help him without him noticing ... And that was a difficult undertaking. So she squeezed her eyes tighter and kept simulating.

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"Great! Now you've lost your way too, uncle ..."

"Conan!", Ran reprimanded the little boy immediately. "Pop didn't get lost, he ... just drove a detour, didn't he, Pop?" She frowned and watched her father, who was trying to steer and read a map at the same time on the fortunately empty country road.

"Did you say something, Ran?"

"No, no," she replied quickly. After all, she didn't want him to turn around - while he drove and read the map. Sighing, she turned back to her 'foster brother'. "So, Conan ... are you looking forward to the beach?"

"And how!", Shinichi feigned enthusiasm, thinking completely differently: * If our super detective would find the beach ... * He yawned and closed his eyes, leaning back, he mumbled that he would sleep for a while now.

"That's uncomfortable ... Come on, Conan." Ran took the little one in his arms and put his head in her lap. "Better, isn't it?" She muttered, stroking Conan's hair.

*Better? *, Shinichi thought sarcastically and a telltale blush covered his cheeks, which he could safely put on the heat. When it was so hot, the sea couldn't be that far away.

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"Oh and, Joshu," Bulma called her assistant back again.

“Yes?” The young man nervously brushed the straw-blonde fringes from his forehead.

"Could you please bring me a sandwich when you get out of break?" She asked with pleading eyes. "I'm starving ..."

"Of course," he sighed in relief. He'd thought there'd been a complaint. "Gouda and ham, as always?"

“Please, yes.” The scientist smiled again and then went back to the calculations of the supersonic glider. She was still tired, but she still had no time to waste. Nor were thoughts about their project that had kept them awake.

Vegeta the stubborn ... He hadn't even tried to ask for help in any way. He just left. In his own room, so that she wouldn't notice his nightly torments, cursed one ...

"Take a deep breath," she rebuked herself. "And get on with work!"

A good seven hours later, she and Joshu had the glider ready to try a little test. The new type of machine was encapsulated and transported to the garden, where it was released into the fresh air. After the smoke had finally passed, Bulma opened the hatch and was about to get in when she was stopped.

"Um ... I don't really want to interfere, but do you think ..."

"We're with you, but please continue with your objection."

"Yeah, well, I think that could be a little dangerous. I'm volunteering for the test flight."

Bulma had to laugh when she saw the seriousness in Joshu's eyes, despite the fact that he had long since broken into a sweat of fear. “Get in.” After all, the glider was a two-seater. Bulma sat in the pilot's chair and Joshu took the co-pilot's seat, which was behind the first. Supersonic gliders were still little researched, so it was considered better to design the flying machines as aerodynamically as possible, which also included a profile that was as narrow as possible.

After everyone was properly buckled up[BI: Everyone? There are only two of them! It all sounds as if Starship Enterprise is about to jet off with a full crew. ], Bulma started the engines one by one. With a loud rattle - reducing the noise by at least 100 decibels was still on the '' to do '' list - the glider lifted off and initially floated slowly. Bulma carefully increased the speed and headed for a deserted area where they could break the sound barrier. Everything went according to plan until she crossed a deserted country road[BI: What kind of country road could it be? Is it maybe ...? Oh I dare not guess! Could it be the same one that the Conan Trio or the Conan snack pack (as I always like to call them) happens to be on? ]were floating to take them to the desert they were looking for. A strange rattle, a faint hissing sound echoed through the glider - a clear indication that something was wrong.[BI: Oh no! The glider is falling apart - a clear indication that something is wrong. ]

"What ... what is that?" Joshu asked trembling and pulled the belt tighter. "Are there any problems?"

"No," Bulma pressed out between clenched teeth as she tried to grasp the problem with tremendous speed. But their plan failed. The glider drove[BI: I thought they were flying ?! ]wild dangling, turned around so that now the faithful assistant had to realize that she had lied. "Hold on! That'll crash land", shouted Bulma and thanked everyone in power that the glider with the best airbags[BI: built in 1806]-[MS: That would be a thousand years in the future]that were currently on the market , was equipped.

Made in C.C., of course.

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"One way or another ... so or ... maybe ..." Kogoro looked at the map, but no matter how he turned it, he remained disoriented."Something's not quite right ..."

Groggy from her little nap, Ran opened his eyes and tried to orientate himself. "Hm?" Her eyes widened in horror when she saw a helicopter crash a few meters in front of them. Not making sure that Conan was still on her lap, she jumped up as best she could and slapped her father lightly on the shoulder. "Dad!"

Shinichi rubbed his head, who had just met the back of the passenger seat, and mumbled a confused "Huh?".

"What?", Kogoro growled and glanced briefly through the rearview mirror at his daughter. "I drive the car, so ..."

"There's an airplane on the street!" She almost shouted now, waving her arms around wildly.

The (would-be) detective looked at the street, shaking his head and all of a sudden all the color drained from his face. Indeed. Something of a new kind of helicopter just crashed.
-Boom! -

Now he was in the middle of the way, the swirling layers of dust made it very difficult to see.

Kogoro hit the brakes with full force, jerked the steering wheel as far to the left and slid the car to a stop not a meter away from the plane. There was no time to breathe a sigh of relief, after all, something could have happened to the passengers of the other vehicle, which would have to be assumed given the fact that it was a crashed plane. Kogoro loosened the seatbelt and told them to stay seated as he got out and looked for possible injuries.

Of course, nobody obeyed the commandment. Shinichi also snapped his seat belt, which he had wisely put on seconds before the near miss, and he and Ran climbed out of the car. The little detective frowned. Why was the helicopter hardly damaged at all? Why hadn't he woken up by the rotors? Did they fail?After the dust finally settled, Shinichi realized that this 'helicopter' had no rotors at all. * Extremely strange *, he thought. * Probably an invention by ... Maybe by that one brilliant scientist? *[BI: Really good, the story, really good. Perhaps a story about this ingenious ...]Shinichi had heard of a scientist who could hold a candle to his professor Agasa, but rumor has it that she should live in the west. But not in the south, where they had to be if they were on their way to the sea. Shaking his head, he remembered that he'd slept halfway through the trip. That had been very, very careless. After all, they could really be in the west now. But if Shinichi was being honest, he hadn't really expected a day at the pool either. Why else did he FORGET the sunscreen at home?

The door of the aircraft hissed up and was finally tipped back by a delicate woman's hand, whose arm was apparently in a work overalls.A mop of turquoise hair appeared, blue eyes flashed in surprise and at the same time a little confused. "Are you okay?" She asked back on the plane.

"Yes, yes," came the answer and a blond-haired man appeared next to the woman who winced when he realized that they were not alone. "That could have gone wrong ..."

"Of course! I wish you a nice - albeit accident-laden - day. If I could introduce myself, my name is Kogoro Mori and I am ..."

"It's okay!", Bulma interrupted. Did the guy have a deactivate button? "How about a breath in between?" She briefly inspected this Moris' car. "Has anything happened? Has your car been damaged? Wait," she rummaged in the breast pocket of her overalls, giving Joshu a reassuring glance that once again looked like a nervous breakdown, "here you have my business card. If there are any costs, contact my insurance company."

Ran silently shook his head. Why did her father have to chase every female being too? * This one is clearly over him *, she thought with a grin and held Conan back by the shoulders, who wanted to play detective again. "Not so fast!"

Shinichi growled inaudibly. Why was he treated like an elementary school student all the time?[BI: Because he looks like that! Great detective, solving cases but not knowing that. ]It was amazing! "Um ..." he said, loud enough for everyone to hear him. "I just wanted to ask Frau Briefs for an autograph", he had already seen a picture of her, an older one, but apart from the length of the hair and the somewhat grown-up face, she had hardly changed, "if I may." br