would have been nice, maybe even dreamlike, if this falsehood hadn't come into play. Like all stupid events, she emerged at the stupidest moment, as if they were consciously picking it out.There, too, it was a stupid moment when all the Z-Fighters jerked their heads and looked in the direction of the Kame house. It was like a boiling kettle that had been boiling all day but then overflowed. This spill over came in the form of a strong energy that was suddenly there, from one moment to the next. Nobody could tell who it belonged to, only Vegeta knew it. Yes, he knew her only too well, he knew that, but he couldn't place her face. He felt it, felt it deep inside him and noticed how goose bumps ran down his back when he was standing in the gravity room. He was breathing hard, feverishly trying to see the energy, but he couldn't. The only thing he saw when he closed his eyes to concentrate better was the youthful face of a girl with turquoise hair.


"BRA !!!!"




Nobody knew that Marron and Vegeta were shouting this scream at the same time, as if they had given themselves a sign to act.Marron was trembling all over when a dark figure suddenly appeared in her room. Suddenly it was there, from one moment to the next. It was threatening in front of them at the beginning, around the middle of the room, had looked around in confusion. But then the dark eyes looked over at Bra and Marron, who sat rigid with shock on the bed, unable to do anything. Slowly it came closer, gave her a cold look himself. It smiled coldly, without emotion, and that smile intensified as it bent down to Bra and ran a hand over her trembling cheek. That was too much of a good thing, and Marron knew how panic got the better of her.


At that moment, she wished for nothing more than that her parents had taught her martial arts so that she could defend herself. But both of them had emphatically refused, so she could do what she wanted. But basically she had never been keen to fight, she was glad that she could be normal.Sure, she knew everything about the Z-Fighters, including that Bra was half Sajajin or that her mother was a cyborg, but through Bulma's genius she could transform herself back to the girl she was before.


But she couldn't fight, so it didn't make sense to go crazy about it.


"BRA !!!!" she screamed desperately, in a voice she was unfamiliar with. She sounded wrong to her own ears, as if she wasn't screaming but someone else, unknown.




The figure jerked around, gave Marron a long look without answering. It smiled and ran its hand over her cheek too. Goosebumps showed on her face, especially since the hand was freezing cold, almost dead? She didn't know, just pressed her lips together tightly to suppress the scream that was in her throat, waiting to come out. She knew it would be better if they screamed for their parents. But she was afraid the figure would harm Bra or her.Her eyes nervously stared past the figure to the door, waiting for their father or mother to step in and rescue them from the predicament. But they didn't come, the door stayed as usual. Not one loud reached her ear outside of her room. She didn't hear anything at all, not even the sound of the sea that normally filled her ears, even the CD stopped playing, and they hadn't even been to the last song. It was, it occurred to her, as if she were in a different, strange place that just happened to look exactly like her room.


“But that is impossible!” She protested against this claim. > Yes, just as it is impossible to see someone as a shadow ... <


Because that's exactly how it was. No matter how hard she strained her eyes, she couldn't see the outline of the figure. All she saw was a dark spot, a shadow roughly, that slowly but inexorably came closer.


It came so close that she could feel the cold breath on her skin.His hands continued down to her neck, where they paused for a while. They lay loosely waiting to squeeze.


> I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die ....

Slowly, as if it wanted to take its time, pressed it further and further, while the smile reflected its face. She probably wouldn't have survived, no, surely she wouldn't have survived. But she got help ...




Bra didn't know what had happened to her herself. Then this figure appeared and suddenly everything was gone. Her body stiffened without her being able to do anything about it. Her eyes widened, only staring at the figure. She was tall, almost huge, and wore a black cloak. It was very reminiscent of the image of death that people had made up, with only one difference. You could very well see the face that was by no means a skeletal head. It was human, but grayish skin with thick, blood-red lips. Nor could she see a nose.In the place where it should be, there was a large, not yet healing wound, almost a hole. But what attracted her most was her eyes. They were yellow, deadly yellow, it shot her in the head. The expression fit like a fist on the eye. She couldn't describe this yellow, it bore no resemblance to the yellow of the sun or of gold bars. It was just a yellow, just THAT yellow. And it was scary, mesmerizing. Yes, it had to be, because when she came to she couldn't tell what had happened. She only remembered being immersed in a deep lake, a lake that slowly but surely wanted to devour her. How she had fought, screamed and raved, her hands helplessly stretched upwards in the hope her father would seize her and save her. But her father wasn't there, luckily she realized that early on, so she tried even more. She screamed out loud, waved her arms and made it, victory was hers.Something like that this hypnosis seemed to her. She was now quite sure that it was one, especially since the figure had changed places when she woke up. She would surely have noticed when he was awake if he had changed position, especially if, like at this moment, he had come ominously close to Marron.


The figure now leaned over Marron, who sat rigid with fear on the bed. Her face, which was already pale, was now the color of a brilliant white wall. His hands were on her neck, squeezing harder every second. "She is going to die" flashed through her head. 'Do something Bra' said the voice on. But what could she do? She couldn't fight like her father or brother. How much she wished they were there now. Kuririn was there and C-18, but she didn't dare to call out to them, and somehow couldn't either. She had tried before, right there when the figure appeared. It was just a reflex, a shock that every common man would suffer if suddenly a figure like DEATH appeared in the room itself.Still it was a scream, but it didn't penetrate her lips. She heard him in her throat, felt the pressure with which he wanted to get out. But it never came out of her lips, as if something was preventing her from doing so, something higher, a greater power that she could not fight.


But now Marron was in danger and there was nothing she could do. Or maybe yes?


She remembered a trick Trunks taught her when she was younger. It was kind of a pain point that would knock any opponent out if caught there. Although, he had said, it would never knock a Sajajin or a strong fighter, but it would at least incapacitate him for a few minutes or seconds. But where was this point again? She thought feverishly, while her eyes wandered back and forth between Marron and the figure. She saw Maron's eyes that glittered with tears. And she saw the figure that was paying his full attention to Marron.That was a good thing, because if she had noticed, she wouldn't have had a chance after just two seconds. But where was that point, that one spot on the body? She thought back once more, tried to recall Trunk's voice. She closed her eyes, tried to concentrate. Yes, she soon had it, she could already hear Trunks voice speaking softly in her subconscious. If she had been a Z-Fighter, she would have felt her ki swell at that moment, not much, but at least a considerable strength for her.




Vegeta also felt it while he ran out of the gravity room, threw open the front door with one jump and was blown into the air. He had no idea what was going on, but he suspected that something terrible would happen if he didn't arrive in time. His daughter had built up a ki, something he hadn't taught her. She just had to be in danger. Only when you were afraid were you capable of things that you had never learned before.But what was she afraid of? Who dared to frighten her?


His eyes stubbornly looked ahead, following the ki that, as he had now perceived in the subconscious, led directly to the Kame house. Of course, where else is it going? Hadn't Bra been with Maron all afternoon? But what happened there? Questions about questions to which he could not find an answer. But he knew he couldn't be late, never. Because only Dende alone could know what would happen then ...




“If you hit him between the eyes, little one, then he's knocked out.” Trunks voice echoed in her and