@ crucifix: Yeah, it really doesn't look good for Bulma. But she actually had no other choice if she wanted to save Gohan. But she still didn't succeed.
Nice that you enjoyed it in France. ^^ I am voting out of French for next year, you can totally forget the teacher - she hates me and thus messes up everything for me. Besides, since then I can't stand French anymore. * g * The commie for your new part will follow soon, I have to prepare a German lecture today and tomorrow and I am up to my neck in work. * howl *
Because of your question: There are always these strange characters ", it makes us cry. That's why I always have to search for all of them and then delete them and redo them here in this window. It's stupid, but there is no other way. -.-"

"Vegeta"

But after a few minutes they lost their strength and she stopped beating the man's rock-hard arm.She hung limply now in his grip and tried to suppress the pain that was spreading visibly in her own arm. After about an hour of flight time, Bulma's arm was completely numb and dizzy. She was totally exhausted and tried to shift her weight to give the arm some rest. The Sayajins had been silent the whole time.
"Where are you taking me?" She finally asked and waited.
No reaction.
"Hey! I have a right to know where this is going." Her grief, which she had indulged in for the last 60 minutes, turned into seething anger.
"Damn it!", She yelled and tugged at her arm, which was rewarded with a sharp pain, "I want to know ... Ahhhhh!"
She fell.
The stupid Sayajin had let go of her! Roaring and waving her arms wildly, she sped inexorably toward the ground.
"NEEEEEIIIIINNNNN!HIIIIILFEEEEE! ", she shrieked in panic and suddenly her fall was braked abruptly. An unbelievable pressure was on her ears and she shook her head in a daze. Was she dead? Had she even reached the bottom? No, the general had intercepted her shortly before and stopped her she is now on the belt of her pants. "Are you crazy? she screamed. Tears welled up again.
"Shut up and stop yelling," replied the Sayajin; he didn't even look at her. Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes and swallowed hard a few times. She knew the worst was yet to come ...
After another half an hour, they finally arrived at their destination. A huge spaceship that stood in the middle of what was once a big city full of people. Small space capsules kept shooting out of or into hatches.The general landed on the ship in front of another hatch. A soldier was standing in front of it.
"I'm back. All Earthlings that could pose a threat have been eliminated and the others should have already arrived," he said and the soldier at the door nodded and pressed a button, whereupon the door opened. Then they went inside. Or rather, they stumbled into it ... at least they did. The general dragged her roughly behind him and crossed the immense ship to a room at the door of which she found this coat of arms again.
Bulma couldn't stop being amazed. That was amazing! The sayajins were so advanced. If she could just spend a few hours in this technological marvel ... of course without that annoying side effect of the Sayajins, then she could revolutionize research on Earth. Or? Who Would Buy It? After all, there was no one left.She sighed and was then dragged into the room. She looked around in amazement. Then she was pressed to her knees and the other two sayajins knelt and bowed their heads.
"Your Majesty. We have conscientiously carried out the task imposed on us. All people on earth have been rendered harmless and a few converted into useful workers. This woman here can still be of use to us," he said reverently without lifting his head and pointed to Bulma. Only now did she discover a throne further back in this room ... on which a man was. He must have been the king or something. Then he got up and came up to her. The two sayajins slumped even further and waited.
"Any incidents?" He asked. There was something dominant and cold about his voice. With cool, merciless eyes he looked down at the two sayajins.He had brown hair that was very reminiscent of an electrical accident. At this thought Bulma had to smile, because the king's hair stuck straight up from his head. He too wore a cloak, only that his color was different from all the others:
It was red and had the same emblem on his combat suit as on the Sayajins and on the door. The two soldiers hesitated to answer.
"Um ... no. Nothing worth mentioning ... Except for the little Sayajin boy ... but he doesn't matter," the general assured with a stutter and his eyes showed fear that the king couldn't see, because his Head was still down.
"Sayajin boy?", The king thundered and clenched his fists, "Not worth mentioning? What kind of boy is that?"
The soldiers flinched and the whole room fell silent.
"Well ... he said he was the son of ..." the general began anxiously."Speak!" Rumbled the king and grabbed the general by the collar. This trembled with fear and then continued:
"He said he was Kakarott's son. We had to ... render him harmless."
The king's arm began to tremble and incredible anger could be seen in his features.
"You ...", he whispered and pulled the general closer to him, "Did you kill him? The son of Kakarott? The grandson of Bardocks?"
"I ... I'm sorry. That will never happen again," whimpered the general, who had now lost all self-control.
"You're right about that," replied the King, smiling coldly. The general's eyes widened and then the king tossed him backwards. At the same moment the general was pierced by a beam of energy. His limp body fell to the ground with a torso and he stopped moving. Nobody in the hall said a word.Still angry, the king turned to the other soldier.
“And who did you drag me in?” The soldier did not react immediately and stared at Bulma fearfully.
"She ... accompanied the boy. She is a scientist and has built a spaceship with which they wanted to escape. She could help us to realize this new technology," he said cautiously and looked up at the king begging.
"It's worth a try," replied the king and looked at Bulma, "Vegeta, I want you to personally take her to the laboratory."
Another man emerged from the shadow in the other corner of the room. His hair looked exactly like that of the king, only that his was black and he also wore a battle suit with a cloak and coat of arms. It was quite small and yet it gave the impression of power. But what Bulma noticed the most were his ice-cold and completely numb eyes.They flashed dangerously from under his hunched eyebrows and Bulma felt frightened by the look, as if the ground would give way under her. Then he walked slowly towards her.
"Yes, father."

see you soon

.K.

EDIT: THX; crucifix, for the point of criticism, was immediately improved. ^^