finally she knew it, knew it for sure. Between the eyes, exactly between the eyes in the middle. Her eyes jumped open and the ki disappeared, from one moment to the next it was no longer there. But she didn't notice, only Vegeta, who was afraid his daughter would be dead.


She looked up, right into Maron's tear-stained eyes. By now the figure had squeezed quite hard, so hard that it was gasping for air.Bra thought for a moment, worked out a suitable plan inside, but couldn't really think about it in all the excitement. Her mind didn't seem to open properly, only letting panic voices through, which she had heard before and which only spurred her on to hurry. Finally, she jumped up thoughtlessly and threw herself on the figure, who was swept away in surprise. They landed on the floor, Bra over the figure lying on its back. Her chance, without hesitation again, hit the place Trunks had mentioned. She screamed bloodcurdling, this time the scream going from her lips, put all her strength into her fist and struck. The blow was hard, so hard that the figure rolled its terrible yellow eyes for a moment. Bra smiled triumphantly, this time feeling the ki itself that had sprung from within her. But she paid him no attention, just a brief perception that even briefly surprised her.It was Marron alone who mattered, so she jumped up and ran towards her best friend.


She wanted to help her, but late help is often better than immediate help, as she found out two seconds later. It was a mistake she would never forgive. She hadn't listened to what her brother had said, had lost her concentration too soon and hadn't let Trunks speak any more. If she had, she would have estimated the time better, because the blow only knocked the figure out for a few seconds. She hadn't even really jumped up when the hand grabbed her foot and made her stumble.


She fell hard on the floor, had no more time to support herself with her hands, so that she fell directly on her lips, which split open and warm blood ran down her chin. She heard Marron scream, heard her footsteps hurrying towards her. But her best friend had no chance. The figure gripped her throat again and lifted her up.But this time he wasn't about to kill her, she didn't have time. It threw Marron across the room, where she hit the wall hard and lay motionless.


Then Bra felt it above him, heard the draft that his arm brought with it as it hurtled down on her. The blow was hard, right in the neck and from then on the lights went out on her. She only saw her father sitting with her at the kitchen table that morning, saw the cup of milk in his hands, which was turning nervously, while his hair stood straight up, as always, while a faint cry for help came out of her throat. Then it was over and the black darkness completely clouded her without her being able to defend herself against it .....




Vegeta winced, feeling the shock of Bras Ki again. It was horrible and maddened him. Something was happening there and he, with every second that passed, became more aware that he was going to be late.It would all be over and then Yeah what then? Is his daughter dead then? Killed by a second rate warrior who dared touch her?


No, that wasn't a second rate warrior, not with the energy he exuded. It was a lot stronger than Boo's back then, a lot stronger. But the worst thing was that he knew her. Yes, he knew her, had buried her deep in his memory, but the face that went with it didn't want to appear. Every now and then, shreds of film tape, images that made no sense, came out from inside him. They were pictures from times long past, when he was twelve and his father sent him to this academy. How much he had suffered from his defeat there. But what else happened then. He knew that there was something else, something crucial, that he had overlooked in all the excitement and worry about his daughter. But WHAT was it?




“Maroon?” The voice sounded dull, as if speaking through a thick, impenetrable cloak.It sounded quiet, Marron found it difficult to catch it in her subconscious. But she made it, felt images appear in her black interior. Once again she saw the appearance of the figure, which radiated such a threatening aura that even she could feel, although she had no idea about auras and kis. Maron saw it only as a shadow, had seen it all along as a dark spot with no outlines. This, in turn, could hardly be true, every living being had contours. But it seemed to her that it could hide its own, only make it visible to some. She was pretty sure Bra had seen it, though. In any case, she had fallen into a state of hypnosis from the start. She wanted to scream, which you could only see too clearly, but no sound came out of her lips. Instead, her body went limp, her eyes widened and stared at the figure whose true form she could not see.It was maddening, but maybe she was lucky that she hadn't seen her, otherwise she would have fallen into the same state that had attacked Bra. She also imagined the cold hands on her neck, which squeezed slowly but steadily, bringing her closer and closer to an abyss of death.


"Bra ..." she muttered when, with a quick change of scene, the picture of her friend reappeared. She laughed and waved as she always did when they saw each other. Nothing reminded of the incident that had happened before - how much time had passed since then? - had taken place. Maybe, she told herself, everything was all right and it was Bra who called out her name. She would probably fall around her neck and say it was all a bad joke, that she was sorry that it had scared her.


She heard her name again, this time a lot louder, so that she could clearly hear the nervousness inherent in the voice.She knew the voice that was a little too shrill for a man, it was her father's voice. Again she remembered the difference between her father and Bras. Since her first stay with Bra, she has made this comparison every time. They were also different, like day and night, like cat and mouse, just two individuals, and yet the two people who had emerged from their bloodlines got along great.


Suddenly she felt grabbed by hands, which gently but clearly shook her shoulder so that her head followed the rapid movement and her teeth clicked audibly together. A groan came from her mouth as she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, which the shaking only spread. It penetrated her whole body, flying through like a swarm of insects, leaving a wave of pain and agony in every spot it passed as if to devour it.She opened her eyes, carefully clenching her teeth. Only vaguely she saw the two faces that leaned over her in concern. They blurred before her eyes, sharpened again, and blurred again. It went on like this until she got a headache and squeezed her eyes tight from the pain so that colored dots appeared in front of her eyes. She breathed in and out deeply, feeling the strength come back. Slowly, almost creeping, like a predator stalking its prey. Marron could only hope that it would jump quickly and give her back her strength.


“Marron, is everything okay? Come to yourself!” She heard her father's worried voice. It was his hands that were still on her shoulders, but luckily they didn't shake anymore, because the pain in her was nothing but new nourishment.


She tried one more time and opened her eyes. She blinked as the picture slowly took shape in front of her.At least she could see her parents now. “Kuririn, she is coming to!” Her mother said worriedly with a trace of relief, whereupon Kuririn only shook her one more time. A mistake, because now the stabbing pain came back, so it seemed to her, with double or triple intensity, so that she could barely hold back the scream that was already deep in her throat. She swallowed it, feeling the aftereffects of the gagging for the first time. Her throat was dry and sore like a sore throat.


Nevertheless she pulled herself together, even freed herself from Kuririn's half embrace with a tired hand movement and tried to get up, but only succeeded because her mother held her under her arms. She looked at her daughter with big, worried eyes. Her light lips trembled slightly and her father didn’t make a serene expression either. He was trembling too, just unlike C-18 all over. But you could see how hard he was trying to pull himself together.After all, HE was the father of the family here, the shepherd who had to take care of his sheep. But this strong energy terrified even him.


“I'm fine, Papa.” Marron said hoarsely and wiped her father's helping arm aside with a smile, and you could clearly see that the smile was only forced on. “But where is Bra?” She looked around carefully, looked past her father and practically inspected the room. She looked around for a long time, frowning, feeling warm blood running down the back of her head into her collar. But she didn't care, she rather panicked her when, even after a brief senseless look under the bed, she found no trace of Bra.


Her mother took her comfortingly in her arms before she said, “I don't know.” She carefully stroked her daughter's blonde hair, which was a little red-dyed at the back of the head.


Her father came closer too, throwing one last nervous look around the room.He had furrowed his brow, concentrated like never before in life. But the result stayed the same. He couldn’t feel Bras’s life energy, nor the enormous energy that - yes, what on Dende’s name had radiated this energy?


“What happened?” He asked carefully, looking at his daughter with big, tender eyes that clearly reflected his concern.


Maron shrugged her shoulder under her mother's embrace, which was not easy, because C-18 was hugging her really tight, so that she had trouble even looking her father in the eye. "There was this ..... figure and ..... she