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Bulma, who had heard what the countess had said, came in. "What's going on?" She asked.


"My child, you don't mess around anymore!" She ordered.


Bulma was amazed: "Why not?"


"That's just not right!" Said the Countess in response.


Bulma wanted to reply and said: "But ..." But she was interrupted.


From Yamcha’s mother, of course: "Believe me, my child, I mean well!I swear I'll make you ceremonial, then I'll be satisfied with you quickly. "


"I want to go to the laboratory today!" Said Bulma.


The countess shook her head: "Ordinary and too risky! As a woman, you don't experiment!"


"Why not?"


"Because you shouldn't do something that is somehow offensive!"


It was getting too colorful for Bulma. "They only criticize me. Whatever I want is forbidden!"


"I want you to be well mannered. You are not yet tamed and drawn," the countess snapped at her.


"I want ...", Bulma wanted to say, but Yamcha`s mother shouted: "First learn to be humble!"


"I want to ...", Bulma tried again, but she was interrupted again. "No!" Was the answer to her unasked question.


Now Bulma was really desperate!


She turned to Yamcha, who hadn't even tried to interrupt his mother, and said: "Help me, Yamcha! Now say something!"She went up to him to seek protection from him, which she really needed, but Yamcha said:" I would like to do something, but it would really be better, for you and for me, if u took my mother's advice would hear! "


Abruptly, Bulma let go of Yamcha. She couldn't believe him stabbing her in the back like that.


"So", she said and her voice became heavy, "you are failing me!"


Son-Goten and Trunks only saw a corner of her long blue dress when she disappeared.


Trunks and Son-Goten both thought to themselves: "How can he be so mean. That he does this to her. He has no backbone!"


But Son-Goku interrupted her thoughts, as so often: "Now she is taking refuge in the forest on the outskirts of the city. She runs and only needs a minute. The forest is big, but Bulma's favorite spot is the one where the small river that runs through the forest runs, makes a bend and there is a small waterfall, where she sits down.And, because I'm nice, I'll let you guys hear her thoughts. You're welcome!"


Trunks and Goths were happy, because thoughts are actually something that is very rarely heard.


Bulma was sad. She thought: "I don't always want to be obedient, I don't want to give up my job. I decide what I do. I want to program a robot again, I want to experiment again. But Yamcha’s mother won't let me stay as I am, even though I change. I am not a thing that you can decide on, that you command something and then does everything without contradiction. I don't always want to be criticized by her and I hate it when she forbids me to do everything. Oh Yamcha. I share everything with you. I share the joy, I share the sadness, but give me my life, I can't give that to you. Because I'm only mine! And no one determines what I do do, except myself. Oh Yamcha ... "

Trunks was deeply moved by the sadness that spoke from his mother's words. Even if he often argued with his mother. But then his attention was drawn back to the picture in front of his inner eye, because he noticed a shadow at the same time as Son-Goten. The protruding hair, the muscular stature. Clearly: that was Vegeta!




Oh dear, I am mean! * g * No. I just wanted you not to be shocked by the length of my FF. In addition, you then have something to look forward to (or annoy). As I said: I'm always open to criticism and suggestions for improvement!




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