and the slimy monster.


"Eee! Is that disgusting!"


Without even looking where she was going, she dived through the thick jungle storms. Sharp thorns and sharp-edged leaves tore at her clothing. Again and again she pushed aside large flowers that blocked her view. When Bulma thought she'd run far enough at last, she stopped, panting, and sat on a fallen tree that creaked under her weight.Somewhere monkeys screamed angrily, which they had probably panicked by their screams.


"What do I care about the monkeys! I want to go home! I want a shower! I want chocolate! I want to go to my bed!" She wailed. But when she hit some branches with her arm, a small eight-legged animal fell on her shoulder.


Reflexively, she swept it aside with a quick wave of the hand. Completely frozen, she watched as the crawling cattle moved off, insulted.


'Spider! 'was her first thought.


'Very big spider !! 'was her second thought. She looked up uncomfortably.


'Lots of big spiders !!!'


"UUUUAAAA! HIIIIIILFEEEEE! IIIIIIIIIH !!!" While she was screaming, she had already covered ten meters. She took her legs in hand and set out to flee again. The monkeys' screams almost sounded like they were making fun of them.


"Shut up, you stupid banana eaters!"



In the airspace of District 762, a few minutes earlier.


Vegeta screwed up his eyes.


'Because of five minutes there and five minutes back!'


He had been flying over 762 district for half an hour in search of the woman. Finding the plane hadn't been a problem. It was in pretty much the only clearing this district had to offer. When he lowered himself to the ground immediately next to it, he realized immediately that she wasn't there. His first thought, of course, was that she would hide from him. But a quick check of the surrounding area showed that there was no human being whose faint aura he could locate.


He decreased his altitude. The vegetation was so thick that he couldn't even get a glimpse of the ground. He strained to peer under.


"She must be here somewhere!"


"Määh!"


Vegeta looked over her shoulder in annoyance.

"Not that one again!" Since he flew over the area, a strange ball of wool by Vogel had attached itself to his left side and was not loosening up.


"Go away or pick yourself up!" He threatened. But the bird fluttered undeterred.


“Määh!” Vegeta glanced to the left.


"I'm not a bird expert, but shouldn't you be peeping?"


"Määh!" Replied the bird, or whatever it was, protested.


Vegeta ignored the feathered animal and looked down carefully. The four washcloths at the Capsule Corporation probably fixed the problem a long time ago, and he was wasting his time here.


In theory, he would only have to razed all the weeds to the ground with a hint of the finger, then he would have a clear view ... but then, unfortunately, he would no longer need to look for the woman, because that would be a real waste of time.


'Why the hell did the woman have to run so far away from the plane?And why wasn't she halfway smart enough to take the radio with her?


Why didn't he just fly back and let her sit on her own shit? '


Vegeta winced as a piercing scream broke the dusk. Without further hesitation, he slowed down and peered down hard. He knew only one person who was able to panic the whole jungle with just one sound.




Somewhere in the 762 jungle


Bulma ran and ran. Disgusting crawlers threatened her young life, but she was not willing to go down without a fight. Just the thought that their remains could be nibbled by slippery beetles and worms made them run a lot faster. But the dense jungle vegetation stopped her marathon after just a few meters. It was hopelessly caught in the tangle of branches and vines. Her imagination spurred a few snakes and carnivorous plants that were only out to tear them from the prime of their lives and to throw them into the abyssal abyss of hell and the panic was perfect.Filled with fear and with an irrepressible anger at all the many-legged animals, she took a deep breath to shake the world with an unprecedented scream. (It doesn't have to be all six billion people who rush to their rescue, just one with a chemical club and a fly swatter is enough!)


"Hiiiiiiiiiiilfeeeeeeeeeeeee!"




Somewhere above it in the airspace.


Vegeta reflexively covered his ears. He seemed right above that all-round siren. The bird-like part next to him staggered into the descent and slapped on some tree. Vegeta couldn't even blame him. The screeching could even bring a Saiyan to his knees.


'Why is she shouting so stupidly?'


Vegeta tried to concentrate. There were too many larger creatures down there to be able to say exactly which aura belonged to the woman. He had to land somehow, because from above he couldn't even make out a hint of what was going on below.

Vegeta swallowed.


Larger living beings.


Maybe she wasn't that stupid after all and tried to chase away a wild animal with her screams. He had to get down! Right away ! He would have no choice but to conjure up his own landing area without further ado if he didn't want to take back Bulma shashlik.




Somewhere in the jungle.


Bulma pulled hastily at the thorny brush that would probably stick to her forever and ever. But her efforts came second on the importance scale next to 'How do I get out of the bog?' As she stared curiously upwards, looking for an explanation of why the sun was suddenly more glaring than ever across her three square meters rose. Until she then felt that it wasn't the sun above her head, but a huge conflagration.


"Gaaaaaah! Hiiiiiiiiiilfeeeeeeeee!" Motivated by her newly discovered instinct for self-preservation (she felt several times in the last few hours how much she was attached to her life), she jumped aside and crawled under huge banana leaves, while the wall of fire made a huge hole in the earth burned.



With singed hair and eyebrows, a black face, smoking clothes and holding a charred banana leaf over her head, she sat crouched on all fours on the floor and examined the Saiyan. Who, for his part, didn't need another second to find her under her poor hiding place.


"Woman! Come back and get to work! Something is wrong with the training capsule and I'm not sure whether the other quacks can do it alone!"


Bulma's jaw dropped.


“You probably don't have them all anymore!” In rage, she threw her paper aside and stood on both legs. "You puffed up, slime-dripping worm of egoist! You ruthless, disgusting monster! Unlock your eavesdroppers wide, otherwise I'll EXPLODE! HOURS, HOURS, I crawl around here in this goddamned room and have to let these disgusting mosquitos bite me. HOURS I'm wrong here around without even meeting a soul!You idiot! I could have died and you just worry about your stupid capsule? I think my pig whistles! "She glared at him and waved her hands wildly.


"And that's not all! To top it all, you almost roast me, you drooling mold from an outhouse! GRRRRR !!!"


Vegeta raised his hands defensively, but no gesture in the world was able to calm this woman.


"Now hold your breath! Without me you would still be doing your laps here in ten years!" Was he here to save her ... well, more or less his training plan for this evening.


"HOLD AIR?! IS THE ASSHOLES TODAY OR WHAT?"


However, that also exceeded its limit of what was reasonable ...


"More like the day of the unsurpassable stupid bitches who run into the deepest bush without a radio!" He barked back.


"Stupid bitch ??? I must have misheard! You're a puffed up, useless puffed up monkey who thinks the banana in his hand is the scepter of the universe!"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes and gave her a warning. Bulma involuntarily covered her mouth. That was near the limit of what the Saiyan could endure.


But honestly, she was struggling to survive here and the only thing he could think of was his stupid training? 'Bulma looked back coldly.


"You are a cattle!"


Vegeta drew in a sharp breath and fixed Bulma with his icy gaze.


“And you're a dead woman if you don't watch what you say.” There was a dangerous calm in his voice.


A glistening beam broke through the wall of sky and for a split second illuminated the night, which had now fallen. Bulma looked uncomfortably up at the stars and watched the spectacular flash of lightning followed by a deafening thunder.


Vegeta also looked up suspiciously. When the first big raindrops fell, Bulma dived towards the thick vegetation on the edge of the scorched earth.She knew that the rainfall in this district was more like waterfalls. When Vegeta also sensed that these were not the harbingers of just a small shower, he grumpily joined her under a banana tree, the mighty leaves of which should be sufficient as protection. But less than a minute later he was forced to revise his decision. When the warm rain pelted them, it felt strangely oily. Small streams splashed down from the shovel-like banana leaves like waterfalls, washing spiders, insects and caterpillars with them. Vegeta watched from the point of view as Bulma moved closer to him in view of the many animals. Lush, heavy aromas unfolded in the moist air and made breathing even more difficult than it already was.


"I asked for a shower, but this ...", complained Bulma.


Damp leaves, moss, and rotten vegetation clung to them. Bulma looked at Vegeta, whose clothes were covered with green stripes, brown streaks of mud, and yellowed fern leaves.

"After all, we are perfectly camouflaged," she tried to joke.


"Was that