Jo Hi, while Seika was writing about Trunks and Goths at school, I devoted myself to what was happening on earth. Well, you can imagine that something is brewing * g * Have fun reading


Pan






GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXIE - Bras' kidnapping




There are days in life that should be crossed out of the great diary of life and thrown into the garbage can that adorned many a study. That day was one too. Everyone knew it and yet no one could stop the wheel of fate. It was like a flicker in the air, a faint premonition that no one trusted. This feeling, as Bra had to discover on the morning of the day, could not suppress even the loud laughter of the sun.


She got up early, with the first crowing, so to speak, which was totally against her habit. In retrospect, everything seemed wrong that day, but the culmination was that she had met her father at the breakfast table.She seldom saw him eating breakfast, especially since by this time he would normally have long been finished and again in the gravitational room - his true home - was up to mischief and exercising. But that was not the case on this day, but as a person was, he did not surprise her. On the contrary, the astonishment only arises when it is long too late, as was the case on this day, the worst day she had ever experienced.


“What are you doing here?” Any other daughter would have said a sweet 'good morning' and fell on her father's neck, which was also Bra's custom. But she was too surprised to be able to realize all of this, so it was a miracle that she had even managed to get a word out.


"Food," grumbled Vegeta in a bad mood, as everyone knew it from him, except Bra.


She went to the refrigerator and got a half-empty bottle of milk, the contents of which she poured into a glass. "Is everything okay?" she asked, confused, almost cautiously, as she sat down at the table with her father, who was busy eating, and the room was filled with quiet smacking.Half a loaf of bread was in the middle of the table, which suggested that he had long since eaten the other half. Her stomach growled too, so she grabbed it too. In that sense she bore no resemblance to the norm of the other girls. She ate, even competing with her father or Trunks, but without gaining a gram, even though, unlike the two men, she did not do a bit of sport. Unless you could see shopping as a new sport.


She grinned, remembering a year back when, after going back and forth for a long time, she had persuaded her father to go shopping with her. She had enjoyed running from one store to the next with him, trying this and that on, showing her father all sorts of accessories, while he followed her morosely with a loose wallet and numerous full shopping bags. In the end, she found out, he was more exhausted than she was. He just crawled in it, his shirt was already soaked with sweat, especially since it had also been a hot day.And when she asked him if they could still go to the mall, he would have fallen over. The mall was a huge mall two cities down. There you got everything your heart desires, and the best clothes like Maron and Bra had discovered very early on. He had refused, immediately and without objection, which was completely contrary to his custom. Normally she always tried to persuade her father, which she managed for the most part, but let it go, especially since he really was on his nerve. After all, not even a Sajajin prince could endure the women's shopping gene. For the rest of the day, her father lay on the sofa and slept, the quiet snoring filling the house. The proud prince was tired of his daughter's shopping frenzy. Any other Z-Fighters who knew their wives' buying frenzy would only have agreed to it. It had always been a harbinger of hell for her. But her father hadn't told anyone about going shopping with her once.She had never asked him about it again either.


Vegeta growled something vaguely as he poured a large bowl of cereal into his mouth, followed by another cup of milk. "Well, when did you go to the morning supervisor?" he asked, smacking his lips, his mouth still full of cereal. Still, you could hear the snotty undertone in his voice, which clearly highlighted his bad mood.


Bra grinned sheepishly, ran three fingers through her turquoise hair. It was a habit she always exhibited when she was either nervous or embarrassed. In this case, both were the case, so the movement came across as a bit hectic, which her father noticed as his brief frown showed. "Oh, you know, I just woke up and couldn't sleep anymore. You didn't answer my question!"


"So what!" her father muttered, "I am the prince of the Sajajins and ..." He got no further, because Bra interrupted him. Her voice sounded annoyed and angry when she stopped him with an imperious gesture that he immediately listened to, a habit he hated only too much.“And I'm the princess, or heir to the throne after you, call it what you want.” She got up, literally sat up in front of her offended-looking father. "So!" she said demanding, sounding like Bulma, as her father found with a mild fit of displeasure. He hated that tone, which he couldn't fight. It was like an overpowering opponent that he could not defeat, never, because he could train until he went black, it would be of no use. A little later he felt her index finger, which pierced threateningly but also with a touch of tenderness into his well-trained chest, so that he winced slightly.


“What louse has run down your liver?” She smiled triumphantly, rocking her old man safely on the losing side. She wouldn't be his daughter if she didn't know all the weak points in the proud prince.


"Oh it's your brother!" he growled as he took a large bite of his bread.Bra only understood the station. Trunks had been at this academy for ten months now. He had passed the entrance exam with top marks and had no other problems with meeting the high requirements. On the contrary, he and Goten fought great, especially since they were supported by two pretty girls. Maron hadn't liked that at all, especially since she had secretly had a crush on Goten for a long time. She didn't admit it, but Bra had figured it out from the start. She just couldn't understand what she found in Goten. For them he was a macho show-off, with a big mouth, but nothing behind it. But what about Dende's name bothered her father? She gave him a questioning look, which he only noticed briefly because his gaze was doggedly fixed on the table. Nonetheless, he answered without being asked, even if it was not a clear answer.


"Oh, you know ..." He paused, continued to look doggedly at the table. And then Bra understood, saw it clearly in his hard features, which seldom showed feelings.She saw it as clearly as if he had told her. Perhaps he had it through the close bond that had always connected them, the bond that allowed him to say "my angel" to her, which had become rarer since she was a teenager. Even so, these words often echoed in her head.


She smiled and in her whole life she never felt as grown up as she did at this moment, as if she had left behind the remaining years, which she was missing in just a second, as one left a day behind, who often rushes past you too quickly. “You miss him, don't you!” It wasn't a question, more of a factual statement, just as the sun is said to rise and set every day.


Vegeta, however, did not like this tone, which betrayed the violent shaking of his head with which he defended her. He wanted to say something, but she interrupted him again by nodding her head with the same violent movement of her father, with her hair, still disheveled from sleep, falling wildly forwards and backwards.

A warm, almost kind smile played on her face as she said in an unusually calm tone: "Still the proud prince." She looked at him when he looked up briefly, this time his thoughts clearly on his face reflected. And she saw that she was right, she had seen through him. The smile grew a tad warmer and a tad gentler as she went on. "The proud warrior who defies all danger. Be proud of Trunks, he has finished what you started."


“I know,” her father muttered, his gaze obsessed with his blue mug that he gripped so tightly it seemed a miracle it could withstand the pressure. His eyes seemed to be drilling real holes into him, only visible to him. "I know ..." he repeated, sighing this time as only Bra and Bulma knew about him. Towards the others he was still very careful to leave feelings completely out of play, even towards Trunks, although he was his son, are male descendants, which probably, after all that they say about the other half of the blood in their veins flowed, learned, was important, because women were not of great importance in the world of the Sajajins.

"There's nothing wrong with showing emotion."


"Feelings?" Vegeta looked up into her beautiful blue eyes and he saw Bulma's eyes, the woman who had awakened his feelings on one hot night. As if it were yesterday, he remembered it. It was after the spaceship exploded in which he had trained. When he woke up, she was sitting next to his bed asleep, had probably been there the whole time. He would never forget this feeling that he had felt when he woke up. It was different, he had never felt anything like it. At first he thought it resembled the feeling he felt when he had killed an enemy. But all too soon he found that it was different, much more real. It hurt in a way, somewhere where his heart was. He felt that sting there that drove him insane and never in his life has he felt so drawn to anything. It was ... he couldn't describe it, even now that Bulma had given him two children, he couldn't understand it.He couldn't find any words, probably the being that had created all of this had forgotten to invent words for it. Yes, it should have been like