that. He had created all of this, then he lost his desire and went away with a "lick my ass", leaving people alone with a feeling for which they could not find any words. "Hm ... you seem to have misunderstood something ..." he muttered in a low, almost devout tone in his usually gruff voice.


Bra shook her head violently again, causing her hair to fly wildly again. "And how would you explain that?"


A moment of silence rose between the two, in which Bra looked at her father with wide eyes, wondering what he will reply. Vegeta had lowered his eyes again, and this time he was hiding his feelings while turning the cup in his large hands with an annoying movement. Then he hid her a little from his daughter. They were clenched in fists when he gently but firmly shook his head, as if he wanted to get something out of his head, which he succeeded in doing.A smile played on his face, angry and numb as Bra had never seen it on him. "Weakness!" he uttered hateful, got up and stomped out of the room.


Bra looked at him afterwards with a slight trace of fear in her usually bright blue eyes. Her gaze bored for a long time on the empty door, which seemed vaguely cold. Her hands trembled slightly. Was that just her father? She had never seen him like this, so callous, without scruples. And yet, it seemed, it was a single lie. He knew the truth, the two of them knew it with only one difference. She accepted it, but he refused to admit it. He suppressed it with cruelty and hatred, but in the long run, this time they both knew it with acceptance, he could not maintain this barrier. You noticed it in small situations, with their shopping together being the best example. He had shown feelings there too. She would never forget that smile that once, when she tried on a fashionable miniskirt with a matching figure-hugging top, played around his otherwise tough features.It was soft and warm, devoid of any negative thoughts that made up its barrier. At that time the nice saleswoman was standing next to him, delighted with what she was wearing, clapping her hands together over and over again.


“Oh dad, I wish you would finally get to know yourself.” These softly mumbled words from Bras sounded like an oath, a big final sentence of a book that always makes you sad, especially since it was called by the well-known, nice characters To say goodbye. It was also a final sentence for Bra and she too had to say goodbye, say goodbye to her adulthood. As if someone had pressed a button again, her adult disposition vanished and she jumped back into the age she had left before talking to Vegeta. It had only been a short adult stay, but it was enough for her. In retrospect, she didn't feel ready for the decisive step she had dared today.She found that she was still the little girl her father had always affectionately called "my angel". But she knew that one day she would bring the courage together again to take this step one more time. Maybe soon?


Later she should waste a lot of thought counting it among the wrong things of the day, which are basically all lumped together into a large bunch of overlapping events. Later, in the not too distant future ......




The loud laughter of the two girls, filled the room, drowned out even the quick song sung by male voices who had probably just passed their teenage years. Some would have said that it sounded bitchy, Trunks would certainly have been one of them, but he would have said it more as a joke than with the seriousness of others. But anyone who knew Bra and Maron knew that they were neither bitchy nor conceited.On the contrary, as the only children of the Z-Fighters, they were normal, just girls. They laughed, adored the handsome boys of their favorite band 4starz and had shopping as their favorite pastime.


On that day, on which Bra had previously had a serious conversation with her father, the two of them spent their time at Maron's home, in Muten Roshi's Kame house. It still looked exactly as Bulma knew it from her teenage years. Little houses on the cute little island, far from the mainland, knew the same thing. The sea rushed, lapping part of the beach with its clear, blue water. The seagulls screeched and circled the island while Kuririn and C-18 lay on the beach, side by side, in bathing suits. If the master of the turtle were still alive, he would probably stand by the window with binoculars and cast drooling glances in the direction of the two of them. It wouldn't be hard to guess who this look was at, because that little piece of cloth that wrapped around C-18's skin really showed a lot of her amazing body.

But the two girls, who were lying next to each other on Maron's bed, hands clasped under their heads, did not notice much of this. They giggled as they looked at each other deep into each other's eyes.


"I wish I had a boyfriend ..." Maron's voice sounded sad, with a touch of ardent longing in it, while her dark eyes began to glow.


Bra sighed, understanding her friend all too well. She too dreamed of a boy who loves her. Someone she could finally kiss, with whom she could walk to beautiful beaches on romantic nights. Preferably a boy like Brian from 4starz. For Bra he was perfect, blond, well built with dark, almost black eyes to sink into. She often lay on her bed for hours with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, on which there was a giant poster of Brian. For hours she looked at his eyes, with the feeling of diving into a deep black, but feeling safe lake.At that time she had roamed different cities with Maron all day in search of the magazine in which this poster appeared. Every time she went into one of the shops it said it was sold out, which was no wonder. Brian was a fan favorite, all the girls thought he was cute and melt-in-your-mouth. But finally, as the sun was getting ready to set, she found the last magazine in a cute little shop. She had never been so happy as that day when she held the magazine in her hands. After that, she'd spent the rest of the day trying to figure out where to hang the poster, trying every possible position. But she didn't like any as much as the blanket over her bed, which he always had in mind when she woke up.


"I wish Brian would come to me ..." she breathed dreamily.


Maron grimaced as if she had bitten into a lemon. "Brian?Uh, do you have a taste. I want David "David was tall, muscular, and dark-haired, but with blue eyes that were very similar to Bra's. He wasn't as popular as Brian, but at least you could find a lot of signs promoting David at concerts.


A grin played around the faces of the two girls and in the next moment you could hear the laughter again under the loud music. The fast song had long since faded away and had given way to a romantic ballad that only underlined the laughter even more clearly.


"At least we're not into the same guys." Marron grinned, "otherwise we'll fight over them."


She received an approving nod from her friend, followed by a shake of her head. “Never!” She said, getting a puzzled look from Marron. She sat up briefly, reached for the glass of Coke that Maron's mother had put on her dessert and took a long swig before she sank back.For a long time she just looked at her friend in amusement. She was glad that she had Marron, especially since their friendship had not existed since they were little, as it was with her brother and Goten. Basically only since she started school, before that she had no contact with her. Although she sometimes came with me when Kuririn visited Bulma or needed something from her, at the time she had always felt that her father didn't like Kuririn. And naive as she was, she thought he was angry and stayed a little away from him. But then she got into lower school, in the same class as Marron. They got along great on the first day, especially since they were both sitting next to each other. She liked this blonde girl who was always joking but could just as easily be serious when expected. After that, they became friends and met often after school, but only at Maron's home. She didn't dare to take her home with her, especially since she was afraid that her father would hate her then.Eventually, however, it became inevitable, because everyone would like to see their friend's room. She had never been so afraid of bringing someone home with her, hadn't slept the night before. But in the end the fear turned out to be unconcerned, even wrong. Her father hardly showed up and when he did, he was even available for a friendly word, so friendly that Maron soon announced that she thought her father was cool.


A deliberate theatrical pause followed, which Maron brought behind him almost wriggling. She was very much like her father for that matter, had the same sense of humor. Her appearance was completely 18 degrees, long blonde hair that she often had in a ponytail, a great figure, the same, slightly lighter skin color. Only the eyes and a few facial features were reminiscent of Kuririn and the character. She might as well have her mother's cool, but that side only comes out when she was in a bad mood.It could be very hurtful at times. But whoever knew her knew what she meant and was not angry with her for a second. Bra could never be angry with her for long either. They had had several arguments, but this was soon settled by both sides.


Bra smiled slightly, her lips curling just a little. "That one guy breaks us apart."


“That’s still to come!” Her friend uttered protesting and stretched her hand over the bed, palm up. Bra accepted, both of them showing serious, almost adult faces for a moment. But it was by no means like the morning, on the contrary, they did not leave their age group, which their next reaction proved only too clearly.


The next moment they were laughing again and joking about the smallest details. The day