So here is the second part of my VeBu, I hope you like it:




2.




The next morning had come. Today she had to get up early, after all she had to say goodbye to her father, who gave her final instructions on how to work in the laboratory. For these reasons, she (luckily) didn't have time to think about the previous night.




"So dear, while I'm not there, you practically don't have to worry about anything in the laboratory. My scientists have been instructed to work in strict secrecy. We're working on a very special thing ... If it succeeds, you will of course be considered First find out about it. Just consider my absence as a paid vacation, "said Dr. Briefs and smiled lovingly at his daughter. He started rummaging in his pocket and pulled out two envelopes. A big one and a small one. He pressed it into his daughter's hand. "Only open it if something unexpected happens in the lab."After these words he hugged her, climbed into his glider and made off.


Such a "vacation" was all well and good, but it also gave her all the more time to think about Vegeta.


* Hmm ... what's wrong with me? Why did I let that happen? I could have defended myself! Just why? I've known for a long time that he's the asshole. Yes exactly. He's an asshole and definitely unworthy of mine. I shouldn't think about him any longer! "*




Meanwhile in Vegeta's room ...


The prince lay awake in his bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. Something seemed to be bothering him ...


*What is wrong with me? I should be satisfied with my conquest yesterday. But this feeling, which I have always felt so far, is not there ... It is another ...


Man, this cheap earth woman is not worthy of me! Shit, I only dishonored myself with my greed!A shame... *




Neither of them seemed entirely satisfied with what had happened the previous night.


The day dragged on slowly and the evening was not far off.


"Bulmamaus, will you bring Vegeta his dinner, please? He's been training all day in the GR.", Mrs. Briefs asked her daughter.


At the name "vegeta" Bulma blushed imperceptibly and her heart seemed to jump. But she wouldn't be Bulma if she didn't make a fuss here.


"Pah, he can get his own food! I'm not his maid!" Shouted Bulma, ignoring her puzzled mother.


"That arrogant prince monkey ..." she muttered as she stormed towards her own place.


Her room was like a battlefield, on the floor of which Vegeta and Yamcha could have fought heatedly. It actually didn't look like her to let such a mess in her own four walls appear, but such hard blows of fate as Bulma had to experience always * self-pity *, were a justified excuse (for her).On the floor there was a mix of worn and fresh (under) underwear, she had simply thrown her bag on the bed. Her father's two envelopes had slipped out. Wait a minute, the envelopes ...


Bulma noticed them immediately. A wave of curiosity seized her and she reached out for them.


* Dad said I shouldn't open it, but hey! What's wrong with that? A lot helps a lot (old Saiyan saying she picked up from Vegeta!)! *


She opened the large envelope first. A double-sided card appeared. One side described the first floor of the laboratory (F1), which Bulma was familiar with. As she turned the card over, a small cry of astonishment escaped her lips. B1. Basement. Underground laboratory. Her father had never said anything about it.


* Strange, otherwise he'll tell me everything. These experiments, or whatever he may be doing there, really must be very secret.* (clever girl)


She put the card aside and started to open the second envelope. She pulled out a slip of paper that contained a very brief but apparently very important message. Well, you couldn't really call it news. Word groups lined up described the whole thing earlier:




Virus elimination / blue row / answer -> key /


Countdown -> detonation / letters and numbers reversed /


Time rainbow ...




The rest of the note was torn off.


*Funny. Well what the heck? There are more important things! *


That was all for Bulma for the time being. She put the envelopes on the desk (they were important, after all!) And started tidying things up.




Sweat covered the tanned and extremely muscular body. The handsome man (well, who could be meant?) Was breathing heavily and could barely stand on his feet.The gravity, which was already at 80G, made him work hard. His counterpart was no longer fresh, but the tough training conditions seemed to be less of a strain on him.


"What is it? Are you giving up yet?" Asked the younger (and fitter). Vegeta put his hands on his knees and panted heavily. "Never, Kakarott!" He growled through his teeth.


"Hey, you've been so distracted the whole time. I can see that something is wrong with you.", Goku interjected.


* (vegeta) Man, what is this smart ass talking about again ?! He should take care of his stuff. Cerebral plague boil! *


The two of them had no idea who had been watching them all along ...




* (Mr. Shikawa) The big one would be an ideal complement ... *


And a confident grin spread across his face. In a good mood, he made his way home. A sick plan was forming in his head. What was he up to?What kind of addition would (my sweet) Goku be?




In the secret laboratory of the C.C. three hours ago:


"Look out, you idiot!" Yelled the angry scientist Mr. Riyo at the clumsy intern who had just dragged a row of test tubes with him in a frantic movement.


"It had to happen that way. Now get out of my way and don't touch anything anymore. Not that anything else will break.", Riyo growled annoyed. The intern lowered his eyes and quietly made his way to a quieter place. Riyo and a few other lab technicians got down to it, the mess


to remove.


A few hours passed and the end of the day inevitably came closer. The intern, let's call him Yakamoto, was delighted to have finished the internship. He was an aspiring and highly motivated student, if a little clumsy and fearful. But today wasn't just the end of his internship, no, it was much more.A very special day.


He had just locked his room behind him (he had lived in the CC) and now wanted to say goodbye to his colleagues. Yakamoto saw the setting sun shine through a window. She beamed like Akane's smile, his Akane's.


He pulled a small case out of his jacket pocket and opened it. Inside was a simple ring he'd bought with his own hard-to-find money.


* I'll see her again today. My sweet Akane. I will make her the happiest woman in the world. To my wife. *


But Shikawa's diabolical plans were supposed to prevent perfect love happiness ...




"Um, boss? I'll be off the field now, okay?" Yakamoto said meekly. His boss, Riyo-san, looked somehow absent. he leaned on his desk cluttered with books and was breathing heavily.


"Boss? Are you okay with you?" The young man asked uncertainly.He wanted to put his hand on the back of his superior, but before he could do that, he turned his face to him. His skin was very pale and cracked and looked a bit more like plaster of paris than that of a human. The eyes were blank and blank. Yakamoto looked mesmerized into those eyes. There was no more life to be seen in them. They only reflected one thing: HUNGER !!!


* Calm down, Yaka! You have seen too many films. Zombies are the sick fantasy products of profitable filmmakers! Nothing else! *


"Um, I think I'll go now!".


He wanted to turn around and disappear, but an ice-cold hand clutched his wrist. His former boss gave him his brightest smile, no, I think it was something like baring teeth. His teeth were rotten and streaked with blood. Whether of your own or that of a third party is an open question.


Yakamoto tore with all his might and the zombie's wrist gave - thank goodness - and was severed from the arm.The boy had only one thing left in mind - escape! He left everything and ran. He just had to get out, out of this laboratory, a labyrinth of secret passages and traps. He was at a crossroads when they approached him. They came from all sides - armies of former scientists. They weren't malicious. They only followed their only urge - meat!


He was trapped! And they came closer and closer ... Yakamoto was now with his back pressed against the wall. There were just too many ... Greedy, decaying hands reached out for him. He felt a sharp pain in his left leg - one of those beasts had bitten off a piece of flesh. The pain numbed him and he passed out.


The undead bent over him and began to devour the rest of the man.


Was that the price of eternal life that Dr. Was the purpose of the letter?


And what devilish game Shikawa-san was playing?





Be sure to write me clerks !!!!! Otherwise I'll strike, yes ????




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