probably took ..... Bra ..... with her and ......."


That was it, she got no further. She still had a few words on her mind, but while she was talking she just passed out and slumped in her mother's arms. Now she could be glad that her mother had held her, otherwise she would have hit the ground hard. But she wisely did not think about this when it went black before her eyes.More like a happy girl with blue eyes and turquoise hair ...




Vegeta drove faster, switching from the first Sajajin level to the second. He only had one thought in his head and it was about his daughter, while his eyes looked angrily straight out. He couldn't really explain this anger, maybe it was his kind of fear. Afraid of something he would never admit in himself. But if he had to fight at this moment, he could easily reach the third level, which he had only achieved with the help of Goku in the form of a fusion. He didn't know why himself, but when it came to Bra he showed ..... weakness. Yes, that was the case from the very beginning, when she was still that little girl who always wanted to sit on his lap and who really loved it when he played "little horse" with her. He found this embarrassing, had always glanced out the window beforehand to be sure that nobody, really nobody, saw him, especially not these washcloths like this carrot that he had to hang around with for better or worse.

Oh how he hated all of this. Much had changed since Freezer's time, he had changed. All of a sudden he had become good, turned away from his evil side without really thinking about why. He'd just done it the moment Bulma seduced him on their first night. Back then, he'd made her a promise, unconsciously how he'd been trying to talk himself out of it. He had given up his old existence, had changed his job. If he used to be busy conquering planets, he had promised the woman he loved that he would always be there for her. And he had kept it, had even given birth to offspring, his offspring, the children of a royal family. Yes, his mother could be proud of him because he had found his way again. She would have got on wonderfully with Bra, his Bra. They could be so alike at times.


His eyes narrowed at the thought of his daughter.Nobody, really nobody, was even allowed to touch it, let alone inspire fear or hurt. This oversized energy could only be her. Only a Sajajin could muster such a thing. But why did she do that, what was the trigger? Nobody had taught her to build up, let alone master, ki. He had determined that from the start. Bra was a girl and she should grow up like one too. He didn't want a warrior in the family, that wasn't his style, although that energy made him incredibly proud, even if he wouldn't admit it at the moment. His daughter had managed it, just like that, with no practice. He would like to know what else was slumbering inside of her. How gladly would he have taken this sentence back if he could look into the future. She looked somber, and he probably guessed it too. But he would never know beforehand what might happen. Not even Dende could find out at that moment.



He stood up, leaning on his cane, which he had inherited from his predecessor, on the platform on which his palace stood. He too had felt this energy, followed by Bras, Vegeta's daughter. He ran quickly out of the palace, took a position on the edge of the circle, as he always did when he looked down at the world, "at his sheep," which only he could protect. Often he stood there for hours, listening to the prayers of ignorant people and taking them into account. He could say of himself that he was a good god, but he would prefer not to have to rely on the help of the Z-Fighters so often. It only took a strong opponent to appear and it was he who had to be protected. Sometimes it drove him insane, even though he had always hated going into battle. Often he had just leaned back and watched as long as he could, because he hated violence. But meanwhile he had grown dear to the inhabitants of the earth.He would like to do more for her than just listen to her prayers, give her emotional support and just keep an eye on her. They'd been through so much, all he had to do was think about the time with Boo when everyone had died. Sure, he had been able to awaken her again, the dragon balls had not been destroyed by his survival and he could call Shenlong. But sometimes he thought that this new life was not enough. It didn't really make up for the damage Boo had done back then. And wasn't it the real job of a god to repair the damage done to others? Do not just close it up, but get it completely out of the world?


“Looks like trouble,” Piccolo growled from behind him. He had fed on him without his noticing it, so much was he lost in thought.


Dende looked up into his friend's eyes. Even if Piccolo would never admit this, they were friends right from the start.In that sense he was no different from Vegeta. The two would go great together, but you shouldn't rub this under their noses. Not with the hatred that stood between them. “I know,” he just said without looking up.


"Is that all? No> don't worry, it's only half as bad

"He doesn't want to wipe out humanity, that's for sure. Otherwise he would have done it long ago."

“Then what does he want?” Asked a familiar voice behind them.


Dende looked around as his face lit up. Behind them stood Goku and Gohan, both of whom had come through Goku's momentary teleportation. He hadn't noticed the two of them either when they came, although the energies of the two were enormous. They had made great strides, at least Goku. Gohan, he knew, hadn’t given up training, but he didn’t follow it every day. Even so, his strength was still considerable. But most of all he was surprised by Goku, who despite teleportation managed to suppress his great strength. That was terrific. But it made him sad again, especially since he was again dependent on the help of the others. But he did not show this. On the contrary, he stepped closer without hesitation and hugged his old friend Gohan again after a long time.


He had changed, his hair was shorter and he had glasses attached to the hem of his shirt.He had grown older, no doubt, grown up. After all, he was now a family man and had a little daughter named Pan, whom Goku had once brought with him during a short stop up here. But that was a long time ago, about two years. She had to be four now if Dende counted correctly. Despite everything, he still saw the glow in his friend's eyes that fascinated him every time. It was full of kindness and pure heart such as is very seldom seen in a human being.


“Haven't seen you in a long time, Dende.” Gohan grinned, blushed a little under his cheeks, before adding a little more quietly: “I haven't been seen for a long time, I'm sorry!”


The Namek waved it off. He too had changed, had grown taller and also more muscular, especially since Piccolo gave him a little training. At least as far as his own defense was concerned, it always seemed to him that he was incapable of anything more. Or rather, he didn't want it.Although he did not want to have to rely on the help of the others, which was difficult to avoid, he was happy about it at the same time. He hated violence, so Piccolo only taught him defense techniques. His features were grown up too, but they still liked to laugh as much as they used to. "There was no reason to show up here anymore. Besides, you seem to have big obligations." He said only with a wink, and you could clearly hear that he was playing on his daughter.


His friend grinned, scratching the back of his head in a typical Goku movement. "Oh yes, Pan, I hope she doesn't bother you with her wishes and prayers ....."


Dende laughed. “No, only once did she blow me away when she got in, what else was it?” Dende frowned, looked up intently, as if seeking the inspiration of a higher god. Then his face brightened and a big grin played on his face."No, that would be a breach of suspicion if I told you. I am not here for nothing, God, although this prayer was really beautiful, the best I have ever heard."


A laugh drowned out the lousy mood that the emergence of the alien energy had brought with it for a short time. Everyone laughed, with the exception of Piccolo, of course, who just grinned a little touchedly, which he didn't show. He liked Pan, you could tell by looking at him, just as he liked Gohan. The day Goku brought her, he had always been seen near her. Although he hadn't played with her or done any other foolishness, when Pan ran threateningly close to the abyss, he was the fastest who was there. Even Goku hadn't rushed over so quickly, which was probably due to the fact that his eyes were busy with other things than with his little granddaughter.


In spite of everything, there was only a brief change of mood, in the next moment Piccolo looked just as grim again as before.Only Goku, Gohan and Dende laughed loudly, accompanied by Popos' happy grin.


Then they got serious, as if someone had pulled a lever inside them. As if on command, the laughter stopped abruptly, as it would have made a conductor howl with joy. Seriousness spread across their faces, not even leaving room for happy smiles. Everyone felt this change, but nobody understood what it was all