Hi everyone!

I will probably prefer not to give any more fixed dates in the future, because I am now really embarrassed that I have not kept it. Please don't hold it against me, it wasn't malicious! I just didn't have enough together. In addition, vacations and the beginning of semesters are more stressful than I imagined in my wildest dreams. Of course I try to post again as soon as possible and then I also want to put a drawing online so that I don't have to describe "the stranger" (don't worry, she'll get a name in the next episode ...), the most favorable moment I've already missed ... The black and white version is ready - after a WHOLE day - but I wanted to color it in the good old way with colored pencils, because I don't have any decent graphics programs. I'll let you know when I've made it! But now it's over, just a greeting.

@ kruzifix: * Küsschengeb * Viiieeelen thanks for the PM and the questions, I almost lost sight of part of it, because unfortunately I know everything about the story, some things are no longer noticeable ... If there are any more ambiguities should show up, just ask!It's really my first FF, by the way.

I'm already in the process of reading your FF's and I will write a commi under it when I'm through, I promise!

No. 4 - Council of war

I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite.
G. K. Chesterton

Enough discussion for today, she thought, and quenched her aura.

She exchanged a brief look with Son Goku: "You don't follow me! And that's not a request either!" Then the stranger was gone.

"Vegeta !!!" Bulma shrieked, pounding his back with her fists wildly.

"Don't scream like that, woman! I'm not deaf."

"Let me down right now!" But Vegeta never dreamed of taking the wriggling something off his shoulder. On the contrary: it obviously amused him.

"VEGETA !!!" He ignored her intentionally, although an uncomfortable ringing had already spread in his right ear. With a carefully calculated and cautious kick, Vegeta pushed open the door to the spacious living room.Without saying another word, he carried his still screeching and wildly flapping load across the room to an empty seat on the sofa. He dumped her there a little more roughly than necessary.

Bulma fell silent from one moment to the next and the satisfaction about his "victory" was obvious on Vegeta's face.

"Hi guys," she whispered meekly. Almost all of her friends were sitting in a large circle around the glass coffee table filled with appetizers, staring at her, confused. Bulma tried to push the embarrassing appearance out of her head. What a disgrace! Vegeta could at least have let them know that they had visitors! Her mind literally ignored the fact that Vegeta had actually spoken to her, but she couldn't remember what he was saying with the best will in the world. The circuit diagrams and models in her head had simply overlaid everything. She put off the blame until later and instead became aware of the oppressive silence in her living room.Bulma put on an apologetic smile. "Crisis meeting !?"

"Crisis meeting," nodded Son Goku.

She vaguely remembered his raid visit a few hours ago. What did he want? Her memory no longer gave out the information and so she gave up without further ado: "What happened?"

Obviously some of the others didn't know either, because several expectant looks were directed at Son Goku's tall figure. He stood outside the circle, impatiently waiting for Bulma to arrive.

"The Dragonballs were collected and activated by a stranger today. I don't think she's a threat, but something seems to have gone wrong with her wish. In any case, she wasn't thrilled with its outcome. There was a fight with one Guy who appeared out of nowhere - and by that I mean he really didn't exist before. If Vegeta hadn't intervened, the girl wouldn't be alive now.She was pretty pissed off - and secretive. "Son Goku paused briefly to sort out his troubled thoughts." She is a Saiyan. "

"She's not a 100 percent Saiyan, Kakarott," Vegeta corrected as an excited murmur arose. His objection, however, impressed those present no less. A stranger with Saiyan blood, how was that possible? That it couldn't have come from Earth seemed only logical to all. The murmuring of the various debates around the table swelled more and more and had finally reached a comprehensive volume.

Bulma had risen imperceptibly and was preparing to use her organ. "Quiet!" she called around, holding back the volume. The friends fell silent. “We're not in kindergarten here!” She deliberately brushed aside the recurring memory of her own performance. "If we disregard the fact that thereactually," at this word she gave Vegeta a meaningful look, "there can be no other Saiyajins besides you, then the only possibility remains that this stranger is from the future is coming.And is it really safe, Son Goku? "

"Although she has almost as much strength as I do, she has almost no fighting technique. And strangely, it was exactly the same with her opponent. I don't think that she will be dangerous to us or the earth and if it does, then we are superior to her . "

"She seems to know that too. Just as she seems to know us otherwise," Kuririn interfered in the conversation.

"She knows you ???" Bulma's irritation began to spread more and more.

He just shrugged. "Well, she didn't address us by our name - if she ever spoke - but knew, for example, that Son Goku could follow her without any problems, even if she clears her aura and she knew about cyborgs."

"Which does not rule out that it is a new development from some other wacky scientist," added Son Goten.

Trunks remembered her angry reaction and the bloody cut on her palm.He gave Son Goten a doubtful look. "However, the scientist musthaveattached great importance to a lifelike image ..."

“Cyborgs have no aura.” Son Goku scratched his head thoughtfully. "I don't think it's from the future."

“Why shouldn't she?” The head of Capsule Corporation hated it when her wonderful theories were thrown overboard.

"I don't know. I just have a feeling."

"Pah!" With that, she turned to one side, insulted, and crossed her arms.

Piccolo pushed himself off a wall in the semi-darkness and took a few steps towards the circle. His wide cloak rustled behind him. "Conjectures don't get us any further. Even if she is three times safe for us, then she still has the pretty obvious Saiyan blood, knew about the Dragon Balls and wanted to use this knowledge. That alone is enough reason to be suspicious.“He turned to Dende.” As soon as the Dragon Balls are active again, they will be locked up in your palace. Obviously know more about them than I thought. "Dende nodded silently. The former super devil turned to Son Goku:" Is she still on earth? "

The addressee concentrated briefly and finally nodded. "She hasn't moved in hours."

"Then it probably won't leave the earth too quickly."

Bulma started to contradict the origin of the strangers, but was immediately silenced by one of Vegeta's piercing looks. She pouted out her lower lip.

"Maybe she wants to try the Dragon Balls again, because obviously it didn't work out the way she thought it would today," Gohan finished Piccolo's thought.

“And as long as we don't know what she actually wants, the whole arguing back and forth doesn't help.” Piccolo leaned casually against a wall again.The group acknowledged his statement with an affirmative nod.

"Well, Kakarott, then you have no choice but to ask her. But be careful that she doesn't beat you up when she's so strong ..." Vegeta smirked.

"She won't be thrilled," sighed Son Goku, preparing himself for a Bulma-style outburst, put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.

Far away on the horizon, the glowing red sun sent its last, powerless rays over a dark strip of forest. It was already noticeably cooler and soon an uncomfortably frosty mist would spread over the savannah-like plain.

The stranger had set up camp behind a man-high rock in the midst of a whole collection of huge boulders. However, it didn't even come close to deserving this name. Only the leveled floor and the devices and capsules lined up in rows suggested this purpose.She herself sat a few meters away, leaning against the rock, with her legs drawn close to her body and her gaze turned towards the sky. From the east a dark blue cloth gradually drew over the firmament and let the stars appear in all their splendor.

The Orion constellation in the south became increasingly clear. Very close to the west, her trained eyes recognized a constellation that people called Eridanus. A slight sadness spread through her as she let her gaze slide over the elongated picture and got stuck on one of the stars. Epsilon Eridani. She didn't like the name the Earthlings had given him. Taiyon, it was called in their language. In fact, it wasn't even dissimilar to the sun on this planet.

Sighing, she stretched her legs and stood up. Reluctantly, she turned her attention back to the uncomfortable course of the past few hours. What did she do wrong? The devices all ran perfectly, she had checked her information herself several times and had it confirmed, and yet it hadn't worked.She stared blankly at the laptop. This generation of computers was not even in development on Earth. She had written the software completely herself and she was sure that everything would run without errors. It was precisely in such situations that her whole life seemed to be stuck in him.

She turned away and gazed into the distance, lost in thought. Everything had gone correctly up to the appearance of the kite, at this point she was sure. But why couldn't Shenlong grant the only wish she'd been carrying around for months? There were no restrictions for wishes! The coils of her brain gradually began to knot. It all made no sense!

How should it go on