Not seen for a long time and yet recognized.
Hello, here is finally another sequel, and I hope you like it!
I've been working on a lot of other projects lately, it would be nice if someone would read them.
about the story here .... would like to hear a few ideas ... unfortunately I'm running out of material and that's why you only come up with such trivialities.
So write nice Kommis .... maybe the penny will fall with me! well, have fun
shitty mile

She introduced herself as Eljora. In her hands she carried clothes that were for Bulma.
´´I thought you weren't awake yet. ´´ she explained her surprised expression and gave her a friendly smile.
´´Please call me Bulma, I am really not that old! But that doesn't bother anyone here. ´´ she whispered the last sentence but Eljora had heard it.
´´Well, Bulma, I heard about your job and I have to say that I am also very surprised. But I can't express my opinion about it the way I really would like to.Yes, Bulma you are still very young, but I think, to your regret, that there is a reason for all of this. ´´ She had tried to stay calm and through the strict discipline of the time she was able to keep herself under control.
´´I think there’s really no point in talking about it anymore. ´´ said Bulma sadly and looked at the floor.
Eljora looked out of the window and said to Bulma, without looking at her, that it was now lunchtime and since she is already awake, she could come straight to the lunchtime table. You have the honor of dining with the royal family.
So she went up to Bulma and wanted to help her get up properly, but it wasn't that easy. She was still in tremendous pain and against her will she had to remember what had happened.
She had really messed with Vegeta. King Vegeta gave up his mind and luckily then passed out. She had to grin, but not for long because she realized again that she would live here now.Eljora took her hand and led her out of the room. It must be washed, she told her and accompanied her to the washroom. But she really didn't want to get out. She liked her room where she woke up, the warmth she felt, even though she wasn't there for long. Despite her pain, she now had to walk through the relatively cool hallway of the castle past other beautiful paintings until they just got to a door. It was opened and a huge room appeared, with two large windows and a large tub in the middle.
Strangely, she noticed when entering the room an insane warmth was flowing out of her. ´´Please take off your clothes, Bulma. ´´ spoke her help, which immediately turned around. ´´I just want to leave a little privacy. Soon you probably won't have them anymore. ´´ she said and added that she should then get into the tub. There was a light green liquid in the tub, which you didn't know exactly what it was now.The liquid was steaming strongly and Bulma hoped that the whole thing wasn't quite as hot as it looked.
When she was undressed, she carefully stepped into the tub and was amazed to find that it wasn't that hot.
´´Okay am in´´ said Bulma and Eljora turned around.
´´Good and now relax a little. This broth will help relieve your wounds and pain. There are also capsules, so the whole thing goes much faster, but I think you already know them.´´
´´Yes, I know what you mean. ´´ replied Bulma and tried to relax a little. ´´You did something for yourself with Prince Vegeta, Bulma! ´´ Bulma could hear a little amusement in her voice and she had to smile.
'' Well, I'm afraid that has even bigger consequences. ´´ she said and still secretly hoped that this wouldn’t happen.
'Well I think so too, but they can't get that bad, at least the king still needs you!Do not forget that
`` Thank you.´´ ´´But why do you say thank you? ´´ asked Eljora confused and looked at Bulma in the tub, where she was sitting with a chair right next to her.
´´ For everything, for your ears and your mouth, which reproduces exactly what I think. ´´ Bulma smiled at her and closed her eyes.
After a short time, Bulma had to get out of the pool again and was amazed to see how well she was actually doing again.
She didn't get her usual clothes to wear, but clothes comparable to Eljora. White pants and a gray poncho. And Bulma didn't like that at all.
´´Where are my things now? ´´ she asked, but she sounded a bit sour.
´´Well Bulma, you are now also a servant of the king, so to speak, and then you have to be recognizable. I'm really sorry, but at least you already have a little more modern stuff! ´´ said Eljora and Bulma heard envy from her words. But it annoyed her.She never had to wear any particular clothes. She always wore what she wanted. And she didn't like this uniform at all. She wanted her robe back, or even her combat suit. No matter what, she just wanted her clothes
´´I think there could be some problems. We have to throw these things away. ´´ She pointed to her battle-battered clothes. ´´So you can´t wear it like that anymore.´´
Bulma gave up, but only for this moment. So she got dressed and headed back to her room.
´´Also Bulma, you still have a little time, you can rest a little and then I will pick you up later´´ and so Eljora left again. Bulma opened the door and went to her bed.
She was a little surprised that there was something on her bed.
A small suitcase was seen with a letter on it.

Clerk!