machine and left the time level again.




"Man, you can get really confused with this guy!" Lost in thought, Trunks ran his hands over the device. Suddenly he became aware of a small glowing lamp (the clever reader knows what it is about). The boy turned pale. "That ... the d-mustn't be true!"Frantically - almost in panic - he looked for the year on his dashboard. When he found it, the last bit of color drained from his face. 805 - 20 years too late! Suddenly he knew why this city seemed so strange to him. why a lot did not fit into his memory - it was not his city. This city lived in a different flow of time than the one to which he had actually wanted to take Vegeta. "Quiet! "Trunks tried desperately to suppress the merciless shaking that suddenly dominated his hands." I know what, I'll just get Dende, then I invite both of them back and then ... then (let's sail back to Spain, like a Tornado! * Ggg *) I'll stop with both of them at the same time in my time! "


The Hope started again, Vegeta watched, shaking his head.


After the yellow-painted machine had disappeared, Vegeta went into this shack, as he called it, and began to examine it.Suddenly it started to make a noise again, a look up brought the answer to the question what. The roof had caught fire and was now collapsing along with the rest of the house.


Darkness.




"Okay, we're there. Come out, Dende!" Trunks began to tremble again, he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had made another mistake in programming the Hope. A loud clang tore him from his thoughts. The noise came from a sheer ruin, the clanking became more intrusive, and sometimes aggressive screams mixed in with it. Trunks eyed the building more closely. On a large board above the door 4 large black letters were painted in angular font - the house was called Hope. Dende did not understand Trunks confusion and walked like a small child who is riding a roller coaster for the first time in his life into the remains of the house.


There was nothing special in the house, but in his back yard, Dende caught his breath.

There stood a small wiry man (give a tip: who is that?) And a bunch of things that any normal person would have identified as tin cans. The man was wearing a tattered old coat, soft leather shoes, a tattered shirt and wide, tattered leather pants. The black hair was noticeable - it was so tall that Dende feared for a moment that the man had been electrocuted. The said squinted his eyes, for a brief moment nothing happened, then suddenly, without any warning, a pressure wave emanated from the strange guy, his hair suddenly turned blonde, his eyes turned turquoise blue. A sneaky grin crossed his face, then (well, the next part would be very brutal, so I'd rather give an introduction to the DBZ charas again: Vegeta - prince of the Saiya-jins, arrogant, snooty, strong, man from Bulma , Children: Trunks and Bra; enemy: Kakarott -

Bulma - richest woman in the world, a little bit bitchy, intelligent and ... well? Say, veggie are you ready? Okay, then uh .. * hushed up * ... let's break off here and continue with "goof"!)




There was nothing left of the tin cans but scrap metal, the man happily brushed the dust off his hands. In the middle of the movement he suddenly stopped.


Absently, Vegeta stroked the back of her hand. In the shot, these images through the head again - a blue-haired woman, a whip, a burning log. The strange scar on the back of his hand kept puzzling him: Where did it come from? Who had scratched those two letters - F and I - there? Dark, very dark and vague, he thought he remembered a little pink-purple-white creature that had hit him over and over again with a long whip. Then suddenly a violet ray appeared from his finger, the two letters were forever burned into his skin.

Vegeta shuddered. "These unwanted images keep surfacing!" He cursed. Then suddenly something else occurred to him: One of the people from the city once asked him where he was actually from, at that time he couldn't answer. When asked why his hair was sometimes dyed blonde, he didn't know anything - it was just the way it was, he could do it very easily. Dan again the face of a blue-haired woman appeared before his eyes almost every night, she was crying, crying for him, for someone who didn't even know his name, let alone where he came from. People called him Vegeta - he looked like an alien who was once on Earth and this woman ... well, that was supposed to be Bulma Briefs, the daughter of Dr. Briefs, the most brilliant scientist of all time!


But what was all that supposed to mean? A burning log was the last thing Vegeta could remember, before that there was nothing but unfulfilled blackness.

He turned around. "Annoying cyborgs," he muttered while looking for something between the rubble fields. "Water ... I want to have a drink, damn it!"


"Vegeta, are you coming?"




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Okay, so actually this should be a one-piece, but it doesn't do any good!


The next part is simply called "Mistake - Part 2" and is coming soon!


Tarragon_Dragon is waiting for your clerks until blad


Goodbye!




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