It was one of the most beautiful summer days of the year. The sun shone down strongly, with a pleasant warmth and not a single cloud was to be seen. A young woman strode comfortably through the city, always careful to have the sky in her field of vision. She found it fascinating how beautifully blue it could be. Lost in thought, she walked through the streets where all kinds of shops were. Masses of people cavorted in front of and in the shops and on the streets, as if all prices had hit rock bottom. But she didn't care, she was too preoccupied with her thoughts. What was she doing here on this poorly financed planet called Earth? It was beautiful and fascinating, she had to admit that without exception, but its residents, in her opinion, by no means deserved it. She stopped abruptly in the middle of the crowd and looked at one person after the other. Weak ... weak ... WEAK !!!Did it go through her head and yet these beings owned the most beautiful planet she had seen in her entire life. After all, the young woman had been to countless planets, in the most varied of galaxies, and none came close to the beauty of this planet. What a waste! She spoke in her mind. A little irritated by her realization, she continued on her way. Why did she come here? Sure, she had a good reason, but was it worth dealing with these people? She crossed her arms behind her head and looked up at the sky again, but continued on her way. Neither the planet nor the people were their destination. What good would it do if she wiped out the people and sold the planet? Your life would still suck! She had just landed on earth spontaneously. After being chased by a stranger, she flew past the earth and then it occurred to her that an acquaintance lived there.Why not look for Him and say ´Hello´. Ok ... she had already noticed when landing exactly where he was, at least his aura, but she wasn't ready to face HIM yet. What would HE say? She already knew deep down inside. HE would freak out, beat her up, put her in her space capsule and press the start button, or ... had HE maybe banned her from his memories long ago, just forgotten? Would at least suit Him! A deep sigh escaped her. She closed her eyes and thought of times past. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when her head hit something very hard. The young woman rubbed her head vigorously and immediately cursed. "Oh you damn shit ... it hurts! What idiot can't really watch out here !? What's the crap!?!" The third in the group didn't understand anything anymore. What was this young woman getting upset about?Wasn't it she who was walking blindly around? He thought back one more time and came to the conclusion that it was she who had kept her eyes closed and not paying attention where she was going. He wanted to make this realization clear to her right away. "Well, listen ... it was you yourself walking blindly around here." The young woman abruptly forgot the headache and turned to the young man. She eyed him with a look that promised death and decided it was just a bowling ball, on two legs and loose-mouthed. She would have laughed out loud at the thought if she wasn't in a serious situation for herself. She didn't change a face, only a serious, fatal look could be seen, what the young man already knew well enough and for that reason backed away a few steps. He waved his hands around wildly in front of his face and broke the short silence. "Take it easy ... I didn't mean to offend you ... I just wanted to clarify ... is she even listening to me?"The young woman had already turned away from him after the first two words and was now looking at hers, who was still rubbing his head. Like the little bowling ball, he was wearing a red battle suit, but opposite the bowling ball, at least he was wearing it nor his hair. What made the young woman startled, however, was that these Earthlings had a considerable fighting strength compared to the others. What kind of Earthlings were they? and stared at her with a slight grin, but when he noticed that she was by no means bothering to put on a grin and kept her deadly gaze, his grin disappeared from his face, and he, like his friend before, took a few steps back and writhed to this one. "Tell me Kuririn ... do you know who that is? "" No not a clue, but I know one thing ... she makes Vegeta all honor with this look.“They spoke very softly, but the young woman was able to follow everything perfectly.“ Who are you? ”She spoke with a decisive and serious tone. Kuririn spoke immediately. With a look like that, it would be better that way, he secretly thought. "Mei ... my name is ... Kuririn and that there ..." he pointed his finger at his friend "... is Yamcha ... may you ask what your name is? "A sardonic grin settled on her face and didn't give way." No ... you mustn't ... "Her voice was the calm itself again." ... see you ... maybe. "She spoke while she walked past the two perplexed faces and continued on her way. Yamcha and Kuririn watched her until she disappeared from view. Kuririn was the first to find the word again." What kind of strange show was that ? "Yamcha raised his right eyebrow." I don't know ... but one thing is clear ... she's a really hot sweeper! "Kuririn just nodded silently. He was not entirely at ease.Yamcha, on the other hand, let the image of the young woman appear again in his mind's eye. Her flawless, slim body, in those tight black hipsters, that blood-red T-shirt that was covered by a black hooded vest covered with fluffy fur that ended just below her chest. Then there was that flawless thin, beautiful, delicate face, those pitch-black, mysterious eyes that were half hidden by her pitch-black, shoulder-length hair that she had tied into a horse tail, was, in his opinion, just perfect. She had style and was mysterious and he liked that very much. Too bad that he recently had a beautiful young woman by his side whom he loved dearly, or did he no longer love her as he did at first? Otherwise he would hardly be so keen on the young woman. Oh what ... he was a man like any other. He had to like other women, otherwise he wouldn't be a real man.With this realization he went back to reality, back to Kuririn, who was already looking at him strangely. “Are you okay Yamcha?” Yamcha looked confused at Kuririn. “Yes… why?” Kuririn rubbed his head thoughtfully. "Well ... you made strange faces and drooled. I was really worried." Yamcha blushed slightly. He had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed how he grimaced at every sentence. He was only now aware of the drooling, so he hastily wiped his mouth. He was more than embarrassed. "Hahaha ... let's just forget that again ... hahaha." They continued on their way, lost in thought. But the two had very different thoughts. In the late afternoon Yamcha and Kuririn came back to Kame Island fully loaded with purchases for Muten Roshi. When they entered the house, Muten Roshi and Oolong, as always at this time, were not available.The two kneeled in front of the television and watched an aerobics show. A pool of drool had already formed beneath them. Kuririn approached them. "Hello ... Muten Roshi, Oolong ... we're back." "Yes, yes, yes ... I have no time now ... will come back later." Muten Roshi replied without turning away from the television. “But we live here and we also brought you your purchases.” Yamcha interfered. “Leave it to Kuririn.” Kuririn nodded and stowed the groceries with Yamcha. “I would like to know who this young woman is.” “You are not alone, Kuririn, hahaha.” Yamcha patted Kuririn on the shoulder. Kuririn's eyes slit into slits. "It was clear that you were interested in her." "You are not?" "No ... I somehow have a bad feeling about her." "Why that ... the only bad feeling that you have to have is that you have this hot bride will never hold in your arms. "" What a hot bride! "Muten Roshi suddenly stood by the two of them.Sometimes he was really scary. "Well, tell me ... where is the hot bride ?!" "Nowhere ... we met a young woman in town today." "Aha ... a young woman, then. Sit down and tell me what happened from the start." Muten Roshi was calm again. Kuririn looked at him confused. "Why?" "Because your master says so! And now comes." "If the master wants it." Yamcha and Kuririn told Muten Roshi about the encounter with the young woman. "And you say that she was very handsome?" "Yes." "But not only that ... she has exactly the same look as Vegeta and besides, she was really strange." "What is strange about a woman?" Muten Roshi looked Kuririn upset. "Well ... she didn't tell us her name and that look, just the whole way, is weird about her." "Did you feel anything bad about her?" "Well, if you think about it, I didn't feel anything, neither bad nor good. "" Yes, you are right, Kuririn ... I also felt nothing, not even an aura."Muten Roshi thought hard. Was it one of Dr. Gero's cyborgs in the end?" What do you guys think ... could it be that she is also one of Dr. Is Geros cyborgs? "" I dunno ... she didn't look like a cyborg. "" Yamcha ... have you already forgotten 17 and 18 degrees ... you didn't even notice that they were cyborgs because they used to be human. "" Yeah right ... we should be careful.

It was already evening and already quite dark. The streets were lit only by the light of the street lamps and the houses. The young woman was sitting on a roof next to the Capsule Corporation. Her gaze fell to a window that she already knew well enough. A figure sat on the window ledge and looked at the sky. The stars literally twinkled in competition and the moon shone brightly down on them. It was a beautiful sight. The young woman crossed her legs and supported herself with her hands on the cold marble roof, always careful not to take her eyes off the window and the figure.She longed for HIM. The time she spent with HIM was always very short and tense, but it was the best time of her life. Deep down she hoped