Of warriors and sissies (4)




I wrote a little less this time ...


Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading!




Thank you of course for your comments!






12. Lost in the jungle


Two months later.


As Bulma dragged her way through the undergrowth and fought with both hands against branches, bushes and vines, she soon longed for the plane back. Magnificent hibiscus flowers and other tropical plants adorned both sides of the path in all colors of the rainbow. Water stood in puddles on the ground where it was more stony than boggy. Thin mahogany trees with twisted trunks and smooth bark loomed in all directions, inextricably entwined with thorny bushes and flowering shrubs. Ferns brushed along Bulma's legs and moistened them with fine, tickling water droplets. It had only been a matter of minutes before she felt hot, sweaty, and miserable.She felt like writing to the manufacturer of her insect repellent and complaining about its ineffectiveness.


"I'm intelligent, flexible, open-minded ... Pah! That won't do me any good either!", She gasped.


"I'll be back in two hours! Ha, that I don't laugh! Let's say more in two hours and TEN YEARS!", She scolded herself.


The heat was unimaginable, the air as heavy as lead. Her hair hung in damp strands and clung to her cheeks. Dirt and battered insects covered their skin. Above her, howler monkeys chattered and screeched as they stormed through the treetops. They jumped playfully from branch to branch and caused a deafening roar. Parrots let out their croaking cries, while hummingbirds in all jewel colors fluttered silently their way. But Bulma concentrated only on taking one step in front of the other, avoiding the mud puddles and limestone ledges, and trampling down the undergrowth.

The artificial insect project made leaps and bounds. But even her best mechanic skills would be unsuccessful if she hadn't also hired an expert in general entomology. Her new research associate, Maruko, was a walking encyclopedia about insects of all kinds. He was absolutely not afraid to touch these crawling creatures. He admired these gross beasts and even talked to them. With Maruko, a whole arsenal of insects moved into the Capsule Corporation. Bulma had insisted on keeping these six-legged creatures in the lowest vaulted cellar. But she couldn't avoid visiting Maruko in his realm. After all, their work involved mechanically mimicking insects. But she could only do that if she knew how these critters functioned in person.


Bulma pulled the corners of her mouth down in disgust. Those monsters were responsible for putting her in this stupid position now.

Just because a stupid insect ate just this one stupid leaf from this one stupid plant, it crawled in the deepest jungle of the rainforests and was completely lost.


"You will atone for that, Maruko !!! ... if I find the way out, then you can experience something ..." Exhausted, she wiped the sweat from her forehead.


"Unfortunately, I can't fly out there. Firstly, I'm allergic to pretty much everything that's green, and I'm also afraid of flying! I can't!", She mimicked him, offended.


"When I'm done with you, you can even sing along with the soprano!"


But first she really had to find a way to get back to her plane.


She made her way through the merciless jungle.






In the Capsule Corporation. Around the same time.


Vegeta roamed the whole building in search of the Earth Woman. It was only around 19.00:00 and he planned to complete his daily training quota to the end. But something was blocking the capsule's controls. The force of gravity could not be regulated.


The little one had to fix it immediately, otherwise he could forget his plans for tonight. He wandered aimlessly through the hallways, cursing again that the Capsule Corporation was so big. Without further ado, he grabbed four of these people in white coats that he had found in one of the laboratory rooms, pulled them by the collar to his training room and locked them there. They looked reasonably intelligent when he ignored the shit pants and the howling. It will probably be possible to fix this little technical emergency with four quacks .... If you deduct the moments of shock, then maybe they would be ... when would they be ready? Vegeta frowned. Of course, he had to take into account that the four bunnies, scared to death, couldn't think clearly for the next few minutes and that they probably only managed something halfway sensible under pressure anyway.Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He had to find this woman if he wanted to continue training tonight! He listened curiously when he saw a figure nervously prancing around at the end of the corridor. The red-haired, stocky man in the white coat paced impatiently while he chewed on a small bag of chips.


"Hey, pale face!"


The bellied man spun around, startled, and stared at him with wide eyes. Then he glanced ignorantly to the right and left to make sure that he was also meant. Uncertainly, he pointed to himself with his hand. Vegeta looked up in annoyance.


"Am I just surrounded by idiots? YES YOU! Or do you see another pale face here, you wobbly sausage?" A low scream of horror escaped the employee before he dropped the bag of chips and started to flee.


"Please stop when I talk to you! Or do you want me to send you pieces by post to your mommy ?!"The creep of man in front of him stopped abruptly in his movement and froze to a hydrochloric acid.


"Where is she, Meatball?" Demanded Vegeta.


"W ... where is w ... who, sir?" The Saiyajin was disgusted at how the sweat of fear from the washcloth rolled off him in small rivulets. He looked down at him contemptuously. 'Not a bit of an honor, those wimps of Earthlings!'


"Well, who's? Don't kid me and tell me where it is right away, otherwise you can consider that bag of chips there as your hangman's meal!"


"I ... I w ... really don't know w ... what you are talking about, sir! Honestly! I ... I'm telling the w ... truth!" "Stuttered the employee. Vegeta stared at the fearful one for a few seconds Look of his counterpart, apparently he really didn't know what Vegeta was talking about.


"I'm looking for Bulma, you dumb bottle! Got it?! BULMA! Where is it?"


Vegeta paused for a split second. He had heard the name enough.And yet, for that little moment, he was surprised to hear it himself coming from his mouth, spoken in his voice. Bulma.


"I ... I w ... don't know, sir," the employee groaned.


"You're repeating yourself, sweetheart! Either you tell me what you know or I'll kick your ass so far that your mouth will stink of my shoe polish!" Vegeta saw the failure boil under his gaze has been.


"I, I really have no idea where she is. She should have been back since ... sniffed ... hours ... sniffed ...!" Vegeta drew in a sharp breath. 'Now the guy is actually starting to cry! Am I here in kindergarten or what? 'But then Vegeta saw something that made him exhale deeply. In addition to fear and horror, he saw something else in the eyes of the coward ... something like ... like .... Vegeta frowned. ... something like worry? He went on a little more calmly.

"What do you mean, 'should have been back hours'?"


"She ... she should ... sniff ... just collect a few plant leaves ... blow ... snow ... collect leaves for, for one of my insects, in ... in the jungle of District 762. But she ... she has not yet returned ... snuggly ... returned. She also reports on the radio ... neither. ", the employee faltered. "And ... sniffed ... and if ... sniffed ... something happened to her?"


But Vegeta wasn't listening anymore.


'Five minutes there, five minutes back and if I'm lucky I can continue training in half an hour. Well then, who said, why not like that! '


"And where is that supposed to be, this District 762?" He demanded gruffly.




Somewhere in District 762


A flock of butterflies, a cloud of bright colors and flapping wings, rose from a pool next to a fallen tree. Only the innumerable orchids with which the trees were sprinkled all around shone just as magnificently.Snakes hung down from branches and regarded them with cold eyes. Bulma secretly wished she had taken more time to familiarize herself with the county's venomous snake species. But who could have guessed that picking flowers could end in such a disaster? It crushed a mosquito.


"Maruko, you are a dead man!"


As the shadows in the jungle lengthened, she leaned exhausted against a long mahogany tree and listened to the various calls of the wildlife.


In the twilight the jungle hid a thousand noises, a thousand shadows, a thousand ...


Bulma swallowed.


A thousand crawling creatures, dangerous nocturnal creatures that they viewed with their greedy eyes and bared teeth as a walking delicacy.


She fought against the rising panic and cursed her pitiful sense of direction, which was more like that of a sheep. Maybe she'd been running in circles for hours, or her plane was only ten meters away from her and just because of the thicket couldn't be seen.

"I'm an emancipated, cosmopolitan, flexible, intelligent woman who does not allow anyone to interfere with her! Yes! I am emancipated, open-minded ...", she paused when something multi-legged climbed up her calf and left a disgusting trail of slime.


“AHHHH!” Her piercing scream echoed in the jungle and woke up all its inhabitants. As if out of her mind, Bulma shook her whole body to get rid of the glistening something. When she felt the cattle let go of her, she ran across the undergrowth with wildly waving arms to get as great a distance as possible between herself