Bulma opened her eyes, a little dizzy in her head. Where was she? She looked around. It was not a very large room and only very spartan. She herself was lying on a cot in the middle. "Finally awake?" she heard an icy voice ask. With a violent jerk she turned her head to where the question was coming from. There was a man standing there, not very tall with wild hair and dark, evil eyes, in a white combat vest and blue suit. "Who are you?" asked the young woman. The stranger came up to her with his arms crossed. “I'm Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyan.” Bulma swallowed. "What do you want from me?" Vegeta came closer and closer and stopped just in front of her. She felt his hot breath on her face. “You will work for me.” A jolt went through the room. Bulma looked around again and only now noticed that she was on a spaceship. It must have just started, but where was it going?




Kakarott saw the palace of God, which hovered on a hemisphere, very far above the earth.He stopped directly above the garden, which actually only consisted of four short rows of palm trees and a few seemingly less paradisiacal flowers. A short, round, black African man rushed towards Kakarott, who landed abruptly. "Ah Son-Goku, it's nice to see you here. It's been a long time since you were here." Without paying attention to him, the Saiyajin walked towards the entrance of the palace. "I know why you are here," came the voice from the building, then came a figure, leaning on a gnarled staff - Kami, the reigning god of the earth. "... but your way was in vain. Go again!" Kakarott lost the temper a Saiyajin possessed little by nature and jumped towards his old master. He grabbed his collar. "What do you mean the way was in vain? Bring her back to life!" Kami tore himself away. "I understand you. Your wife is tragic, but I just can't help you." Wild anger flared up in the young man's eyes. "You don't understand anything. Chichi is dead and with my son it's not yet clear whether life or death."The Namek stomped his staff briefly." Listen! I can't bring anyone to life myself, only through Shenlong and that only if I have enough strength. I'm too old. "Kakarott didn't want to listen to him, for him it was all just excuses. From behind a small hand took hold of the combat suit and pulled it briefly." You Son-Goku, Kami cannot create dragon balls again to call Shenlong. He's just not the youngest anymore ... "It was Dende who now reached the Saiyajin's waist. The Namek child looked at him with big eyes and then smiled." ... but I will soon be able to make dragon balls as well, as soon as mine Training is over. "Kakarott stroked Dende's head and smiled back a little shyly. He liked the little Namek, after all they were like comrades when he trained with Kami." Good, dwarf. I trust you. "He was about to fly back when Kami held him back." You know? Your brother fetched the girl Bulma."Surprised, the Saiyan turned to the old Namek." Bulma? How so?"


"Gero is dead," he replied calmly. "That's a problem. Bulma is a lot better than Gero," the Saiyan stated, horrified, and flew away. Kami looked after him and then turned to Dende: “Come with me, you still have a lot of work to do.” Both went into the palace and passed Piccolo, who had been leaning against the wall in the shade the whole time. Kami didn't look at him while saying "Follow him!" said to him.




Bubbles rose in the healing tank. Finally, Gohan opened his eyes after a night of anxiety. He looked around in amazement and his eyes fell on Videl, Lunch's little daughter. Curiously, she pressed her little nose against the glass of the tank. When she looked directly into the boy's dark eyes, she took a startled step back and then ran down the stairs, out of the workshop and down the hall, where she slammed into Kakarott, who had just returned.The girl looked up, a little startled. Again there was that feeling that she had every time he was around. She smiled at him and her blue eyes shone like opals. "He woke up ..." Kakarott looked at her coolly. "Hmmh ... well, then he's over the mountain." The girl tilted her head to one side and looked at him at an angle. "And when can he get out of the blue mush?"


He didn't answer, instead he eyed her carefully. Her energy was too high for a human child and it was very unusual that she could feel auras, even if for her it was just an indefinable feeling around strong fighters. No doubt she had the potential to be a good fighter, maybe as good as Chichi was, maybe even better.


She radiated a pleasantly warm energy, one like he had felt it and certainly not, with a child-from the mother it couldn't be and her father, one of the greatest fighters on earth, hardly looked like her, neither from the outside , still from the aura.

Lunch was added and Kakarott took the opportunity. “Whose child is this really?” Amazed and at the same time a little angry, she looked at him. "Well that from Tenshinhan and me."


"Then why doesn't she look like you?"


Lunch sighed - his question was understandable, he didn't know. "She is the perfect mix of Tenshinhan and the other me."


"Other me?"


Ashamed, the young woman looked to the side. "A family curse that my children now have to pay for, hence their strength."


Kakarott knew immediately what she meant-little Chao-zu. He looked unusual, like a doll: white skin, staring eyes, red cheeks and much too small for a seven-year-old, but endowed with enormous physical strength and great fighting skills. Kakarott thought about it - with his son there were three children who, after a few years of proper training, could help defend the earth.




-to be continued-