`` Stop it now! ´´ Bulma winced when the king lost patience and yelled at his son.
`` I don't want to hear any more about it, understood. You should also get used to Bulma as quickly as possible. Because from now on she will live here in the castle! After all, she'll raise your sister!
`` But father, you are bringing the enemy into your house! ´´

Now it was easy for Bulma to be motivated, an unbelievable anger flared up in her and threatened to break out. That can't happen to her now, not here, not in front of the king! Path. Just get out of here! She was about to get up and run away, or her body would not allow it, it was still too weak. And so the front of the royal family collapsed.

`` But father, you are bringing the enemy into your house! ´´
`` I'm thinking of ... well, we said that if she causes trouble, we'll send her back! ´´
`` But father, you are bringing the enemy into your house! ´´
`` Look, look, our beloved Earthling is doing her monkey dance exercises again.Or are you trying to exercise? ´´
`` But father, you are bringing the enemy into your house! ´´
All of these words hurt her so much. Oh, she could still hear these Saiyajin insults in her head. And saw these grimaces which these sentences uttered. The mocking laugh.

Bulma knew that she was dreaming, and yet she also knew that the things were serious. She had assumed that the Saiyans had accepted her at least a little, but even the host family still didn't seem to have her. How stupid felt. She can do anything, she will never be accepted. She could die and the planet would have a party! Or maybe they would make a holiday out of it too. Anyway, but she would never be accepted here.

When Bulma finally woke up, she found herself in a huge bed. The bed linen was a nice dark red, typical of the King. And when she slowly sat up she also noticed the royal coat of arms on the blanket.She looked around carefully and saw that she was lying in a splendid room. Everything is very clean and very red and gold. Not only the walls, no also the cupboards, the table, the chairs. Certainly also the ground on which one would get scared if one even wanted to put one foot on it.

`` Incredible! ´´ She whispered and at that moment the door opened. A servant stepped in and looked at Bulma in surprise. `` Oh, are you awake yet? ´´ she asked carefully and stepped closer. `` How are you, Little Miss? ´´ She was pretty. Even so, she was only dressed in gray and white.

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