So, here's a FF from Pugacility and me. It will be continued if there are clerks. :-P


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As so often, I train at 400 G in the training room. I can't deny that I do it with a certain amount of boredom. Fighting with someone else, this dogged feeling of wanting to be better and giving everything until you win ... or until you lose, that's something completely different from kicking holes in the air. Sighing, I sit on the floor. With which opponent could I still feel this excitement? Who could I still fight against? My son is no longer interested in fighting, he's more of a person than a Saiyan, which of course fits Bulma perfectly. The Z-fighters from earlier have retired and are no opponents for me anyway, and I would have rather bitten off my tongue than asked Piccolo, after all the strongest of them, to train with me, never! Kakarott would have been the only one, but he plays a teacher somewhere in the south. "Hmph!"I lie down for a long time. No normal Saiyajin can take that. Maybe I should make my way into space again. But I immediately reject that thought. Who should be stronger than me up there? And pulverizing asteroids." shouldn't be a big challenge either. It cracks. Bulma's face appears on the computer monitor. "Vegeta? There's E- what are you doing there on the floor? Have you overexerted yourself again? “Reluctantly, I get up.” Overworked. I don't even know what it is anymore. "-" Huh? "My dearest stupid cow doesn't seem to understand completely. How also." I'm coming on. Don't panic, "I mumble, shuffle to the computer, turn it off and go to the door tiredly." Hello! Do you happen to be ... my Kaioshin, who should be able to read this ... Mr. Vegeta? "Slowly I turn around. There is a cattle. A rather strange cattle. A certain alien cattle. Somehow it looks like a fluffy teddy bear with rabbit ears and cat eyes.However, the snout can be compared to that of a dog. Plus it's pink. Pink. Why pink of all things. Small, light blue wings on the back complete the horror. When this lands in front of me, I see that it just reaches my belt. With ears. It leans its head back and looks up at me questioningly. "For the first time, to my regret, I'm Vegeta. And? I don't need a cuddly toy, excuse yourself." - "I'm sorry, sir, that shouldn't be possible," beeps the cattle and tries to look a little more serious by doing it straighten up. That fails, and tremendously. I grit my teeth and force myself to smile, but it's very grim. "Oh, that's possible, believe me," I growl sourly and clench my fists. Pinky looks at me hurt. "That ... * gulp * ... you don't mean ... * sniff * ... really like that ?!" Yes, my blood pressure rises slowly. What is this part complaining about?Does it have to be pink? Well, it's your own fault. But it probably doesn't see that. Instead, it turns on the tap. "BUUÄÄÄÄHHHH !!!! I was so happy about it and wanted to give me a lot of trouble !!!! WÄÄÄÄÄÄHHH !!!!!" It howls, screams, drools and kicks. I stand by, unimpressed. My eardrum can no longer be frightened by something like that, I have a little daughter. That hardens. I nudge the thing lightly with the tip of my foot. “Fish yourself again.” It produces another sob or two and finally stops completely. "About time. And now finally tell me what you want from me." The cattle look at me with big, googly eyes. My God, how I hate that. "Well, stay with you." - "With me-" I'm out of breath. What do you mean by that ?! Why do you want to stay with me? "-" Because I am your guardian angel! "-" My ... guardian angel. "" Yes, sir. We have overcrowding in the afterlife and so are some has been selected by us by lot.And I wanted to try so hard ... "He swallows again." Listen, I'm one of the strongest fighters in the universe, I don't need a guardian angel! And certainly not someone like you! "-" But ... where should I go? I can ... * sob * ... but ... nowhere ... "He blinks suspiciously." Woe, you're starting to cry again, "I say threateningly." I'm sorry, sir! But I don't know ... * sniff * "-" Deny it! "The door opens." VEEEEEGEEEETAAAAA !!! "Bulma always manages to stretch my name like a piece of chewing gum." Are you finally coming ?! How long do you actually need to go from the training room to the kitchen? "I look at her big. At the sight of this ... cattle she should let out a scream and jump to the ceiling. Instead ..." What are you staring at me? "-" The strange little animal here ... "-" Which little animal ?! Are you trying to kid me again? There is food, hello! "-" Excuse me, sir!"Beeps this one," Nobody can see me except you. I'm your - "-" Yes, yes, shut up, I got it. "My wedded domestic kite looks at me with a horrified look." Tell me, how do you talk to me ?! What's that supposed to mean? "Oh no, please don't use the" You - love - me - not - boo - boo "number! Too late. I should call the fire department so that they don't waste time pumping out my training room." YOU DON'T LOVE ME ! BUÄH, BUÄH !!!! "There are really times when I long for Freezer's slavery." I haven't talked to you, "I say as calmly and reassuringly as possible, but I sense that now is the most terrible of all punishments for the bad, loveless man follows. Bingo. "Don't think that you can get something to eat from me !!! "Turn around, PENG, close the door. Now it is the case that this embargo that has been imposed on me can lead to starvation on my part. Because if I can't get anything to eat here in the house, I'll have to buy something."But I have no money. I do not work. I train and every now and then I save the universe. The only thing that remains for me to do is to hope that I will receive a bonus for this and that immediately, but the outlook is rather negative. Then my gaze falls on my super strong and fearless guardian angel. So what. Should he protect me from starvation. He gave me the whole thing too. Then he should now see how he gets me fed up. There is nothing you can do about it, I am and will remain a genius. "Hey, you Mickerling ..." - "My name is Sleepyhead, if that's all right, sir, but you can call me Sleepy," he whines heartily. So sleepyhead. And that sort of thing is employed as a guardian angel. "Okay, you snorer, then bring me something to eat. But quick, if that tells you something." - "Sorry, sir, how should I do that?" - "Hey, you are an angel. You have magical abilities "A little stomach filling is a no brainer for you!" That confused eyelashing again. "But no, sir, I can't do more than I did in my lifetime."I want to get to know this clever head who had this guardian angel idea.




Now the sun has already set. It's getting dark and I haven't had lunch or dinner. Please someone kill me. I can no longer bear this agony. My stomach growls like an angry tiger. And this fuzzy creature lives up to its name. At least it doesn't snore. And don't cry, there are also many beautiful things about it. The only question is what I am doing now. I've already thought about sending my guardian angel back to the afterlife. But what the heck, it doesn't get me anywhere. I lay down on the floor, growling, and try to sleep like this, because of course Bulma won't let me into the bedroom either. 'Tomorrow morning', I swear to myself, 'I will get rid of this guardian angel parasite!'