Title: Follow a sentence

Part: 1. Allocation of starting places

Author: MajinSakuko

Email: MajinSakuko @ yahoo. de

Beta reader: JamesMarsters15

Disclaimer: Nothing to me, Toriyama everything

Fandom: Dragonball

Pairing / Main-Chara: Bulma / Vegeta, Goku, Yamchu, Freezer

Rating: R

Genre / s: Drama, Romance, Fear, Mystery

Warning / s: OOC, AU

A / N: 1st person POV, alternating between Bulma and Vegeta

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Goosebumps covered my upper arms as I braided my hair. It wasn't really strange that it wasn't scorching hot in the first few weeks of July. Thanks to the fact that I lived in the western capital and not in more southern regions, the temperature was always pleasant. Of course there could be really tropical temperatures in summer, but that was extremely rare, 30 ° was the approximate maximum, and that was actually hot enough. I wouldn’t like to expect more from my parents ... oh, I sounded like ... too old in any case.

When I looked in the mirror for confirmation, two large blue-green eyes looked at me. First of all, the thirst for adventure jumped at me, then hope. The blue was stormy in the pools, trying to hide the tiny trace of fear. Shit, I couldn't even really convince myself, but it would have to work with my parents anyway.

The mild summer wind played with my curtains through the recently reopened window. In the spring the cheerful chirping of the birds was unbearable, it went from morning to evening. Was every single living being on this kami-damned planet happy at that time? And did it have to rub under my nose? Sadists, all of them! Even my parents, who must have been married since the Stone Age, turtled around like new lovers in the spring! Something like that had to leave its mark on a pubescent daughter, right?

Just like the fact that I never got anything for Valentine's Day ... except those anonymous flowers with the anonymous cards and the anonymous chocolates - which always happened to be my newest favorite - that I got every year and of which I was one hundred percent sure that they were from my own father.Wasn't that sad? Shed a few tears for me. Papa, my anonymous admirer.

Maybe I should have inherited more of Mama's looks and less of Dad's mind. Maybe then a boy would dare to approach me ... or not?

How can you be so narrow-minded that you can't admit a higher IQ to your girlfriend ... or don't want to? At least that's what Papa always meant. Boys were in a difficult phase at that age, they had their pride and I was just too smart for them to be able to cope with it.

Another breeze came in through my window and pulled a few loose strands from my hairstyle. The sun, which long outshone the stars for this night, lit up my freshly made bed and hailed the new day. I would see the stars of the night again next night, but the stars, in which I was really interested, I could admire all the time. Two pieces in number and in shining gold on an orange background.Praise be to my innate researcher nature, to whom I owe it that I rummaged through the attic and not only came across this sphere, but also its secret. My intelligence would finally pay off for me.

Necessity knows no command and the devil eats flies, but I didn't let myself get down so easily.

Somehow it was sad that such a beauty as me had to rely on getting a friend through a magical dragon, but if there was no other way.

At the advanced age of sixteen you had to have certain needs satisfied. I didn't just want to talk to my parents all the time, to let my cuddly toy keep me warm was childish and I also didn't want to eat my strawberries alone anymore.

Shenlong, the name of the sacred dragon as my research revealed, would grant my wish for a perfect friend, and then I would be happy with him until the end of my ... our days.Well, hopefully he will with me too.

Sighing, I rested my head on the palms of my hands and stared unfocused in the mirror as I ran through my friend's characteristics again. It should be big, but since I was pretty small myself, that shouldn't be a problem. His smile should knock me over and of course he shouldn't lack charm either. Of course, he would have to meet certain standards that life in my society brought with it, such as perfect manners and carefully chosen hobbies. Once he looked into my eyes, every other girl in the world should be of no interest to him. And he should have black hair. Oh, he would be so perfect ...

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"We'll see you again in two months ... Please don't ... don't cry, Mom ...", I tried to stop the flood of speeches and sobs, which other people couldn't understand.
"My little girl ..." Bunny cried, clutching my shoulders in a grip she must have snapped in wrestling. Slowly my dreams began to fade ...

"Honey, Bulma is old enough to spend the holidays alone, and such a little adventure trip is really exciting", Souichi saved my life. "The change will be good for her, and if she should have problems, she still has the radio to reach us, doesn't she?"

"Sure, Papa," I nodded and asked myself quietly if he didn't want to get rid of me a little too obviously. Two months of child-free home with my parents ... I didn't want to think about the possibilities that opened up. "I'm prepared for anything, nothing can go wrong."

"Do you have enough money with you?", Bunny then asked. "I mean ..."

"I'll be in the wilderness, mom, you don't need any money. But yes, I have enough with me in case it should be necessary," I admitted and tried to put on my most carefree face.I didn't want to have your worries. "I really have to go now if I want to get on the highway before rush hour," I urged, kissing my parents on the cheek.

"Alright, be careful and make sure to always eat enough," Mom taught me for the hundredth time, which I was able to endure reasonably relaxed this time because I knew it would be the last time.

"I'll do it, don't worry," I confirmed with a smile and put on my sunglasses.

"Take care!", Dad called after me and I waved as I got into my car and sped away. Maybe I was just imagining it, but I could have sworn to hear Mama cry again. The cutting of the cord probably took much longer for her than for me, but I had read somewhere that this was mostly the case, especially with only children. Hm, maybe after the holidays I won't be an only child anymore.

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"Wow," I whispered, genuinely impressed.I knew why I wanted to be a scientist. Such groundbreaking experiences could not be had behind the bank counter. You might get the adrenaline rush from a robbery, but that was hard to compare.

Shenlong was huge, much bigger than I imagined. Well, actually everything had turned out very differently from what I had thought. For one thing, there was Son Goku, my little mindless bodyguard. It was almost sad how stupid he could act. Didn't he even know I was a girl! Was there anything like that? But he was strong, you had to give him that, if you couldn't keep good hair on his screaming hairstyle. Naive and in good faith till you drop, but he had a good heart. That there was still something like that ... It was really a lucky coincidence that we ran into each other, otherwise I would never have got that far.

Then there were the others, like Oolong, the proverbial perverted pig, Pool and, last but not least, Yamcha.Every time I looked in his direction, he blushed. Wasn't that cute? He not only had the most beautiful dark eyes, but also a smile that made my knees go weak. A completely new experience for me. And the trace of danger that haunted him, being a desert bandit, only made him more attractive. I wondered if the two of us ...

Oh, I had completely forgotten about Prince Pilaf. There had been enough bad guys on my short tour, but this wrinkled plum shot the bird. Did he really want to abuse the dragon for his perfidious, selfish plans! The wish was mine!

And then everything really happened very quickly. I saw out of the corner of my eye how Oolong jumped up and opened his mouth, he probably wanted to put his wish before the dragon first and thus satisfy his sick passion for girls' panties. But not with me! It wasn't for nothing that my brain was working at an above-average speed and so I immediately put the plan I had formulated into practice.

"I WISH THE PERFECT FRIEND!" I yelled as loudly and as quickly as I could.

Several pairs of eyes turned to me, the intensity of the looks fluctuated between respect, disbelief, bitterness and lust for murder, depending on the owner. Man, was I glad Son Goku was my bodyguard.

Shenlong raised his huge head in my direction and his eyes glowed threateningly, which was even more impressive in the darkened scenery.

I swallowed dryly, hoping I could take my words back. Hopefully he'd already had breakfast. "Uh, well, you know ..." I stammered helplessly and smiled nervously. "I didn't mean to interfere ..."

“Your wish is granted!” The dragon's voice sounded like a thunder and made me fall silent. “See you next time!” And then Shenlong dissolved again, transformed back into the seven spheres, which now fled away in all directions, petrified.

"Well done Bulma!", Goku praised me and grinned broadly." You prevented Pilaf from taking over the world. "

"Thanks," I muttered absently. Where was my perfect friend? All I saw were my new friends and three villains, still frozen in a pillar of salt, whom I had just thwarted. Did they want to take revenge?

My courage sank when, after a few more seconds, nothing happened, and then there was a flash of lightning. A glistening white beam of light drove into the dry ground of the desert where we