Chapter 2.:




A Saiyan in my house! Full chaos ahead!?!




The next morning a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the whole house.


"FUCK !!! I FUCKED !!!"


Less than three seconds later there was a rumble on the stairs and Zoe ran down at a monkey pace. Your father was really right! If you ever wanted to wake her up, it would take an army of alarm clocks to wake her up.


She felt slain, somehow her whole body hurt. And then she also had such a crazy dream.


Shaking her head, she thought that she was clearly spending too much time with Tommy and his hobby as she stormed into the kitchen unchecked.


There she slipped on a puddle of water, and only the handle of the refrigerator prevented her bottom from rudely getting to know the floor.


Surprised, she looked briefly at the puddle and wondered how it had got there.But actually she had no time for that at all. She quickly cleared some things out of the refrigerator and, while she was getting ready for university, began to have breakfast and to look for her things all over the first floor. For a moment she wondered whether she shouldn't rather ride the car than the usual bike ... but immediately rejected this thought. To want to get through the city by car at this time and then also be on time was impossible ...


Believing that everything from the previous evening had just been a strange dream, she didn't even notice her 'guest' on the couch.




The latter watched their goings-on with wide eyes. He had really never seen anyone get ready for the day like that. This woman ran around the whole house, every time she came out of a room she wore something more. In between, she managed to eat five rolls, feed this dog, which had slept on its feet for half the night, and pack a full rucksack full of stuff.

Then she hopped on one leg through half of the living area because one of her sandals would not close, and finally tied the hair that was a little tangled around her head in a messy pigtail.


Then she grabbed her clutter and the bike he'd noticed in the hall yesterday, and was gone a second later.


Vegeta rolled onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. People were and will remain a mystery to him ...


But this situation was even stranger than this girl.


He couldn't figure out any of this ... the last thing he could remember before finding himself in the water with this strange person was that he and Bulma had put their two children to bed, and then she went to sleep too. What happened? How did he get here? Anyway: where was he here? And why couldn't he feel a single aura he knew?

He was reluctant to think about the events of the previous evening. He, the great warrior, really had to be supported by a human woman. Even now he was horrified to find that he was missing a large part of his usual energy. He felt weak and his wounds hurt. He still didn't have enough confidence in his limbs to just get off the couch, a feeling he hated more than anything. As a small beginning, he first tried to get into a sitting position, which he finally managed with some effort. His whole body felt incredibly heavy, as if he had been strapped to lead weights. Small black dots appeared in front of his eyes, which he could only drive away after opening and closing his eyelids several times. What mess had he got back into?


A little bored, he began to look around the room. He had no idea where he was, nor did he know the name of the person who welcomed him and owed him some answers.

From the point of view of the institution, he could at least once conclude that he had ended up in a household that was not lacking in financial strength. It couldn't rival the size and gigantic luxury of the Capsule Corporation, but at least he could live in reasonably reasonable circumstances while he had to be here.


Like Bulma, these people seemed to have a sense of the superfluous ... the exaggerated white carpet caught his eye, as did the many potted plants that stood around in every corner. Next to the huge window front hung a wide curtain with a gold border down to the floor, even the curtain rod was artfully designed. These people just seemed keen to fill their rooms with useless trash. His gaze wandered briefly over a glass case that apparently contained some old weapons. He could identify a narrow sword and some items that resembled the utterly useless handguns of humans

Oil ham hung all over the walls, even the shelf, of which the showcase formed part, was overflowing with framed photos.


However, one of them caught his attention. It showed a bride and groom in full gear among the guests. He was less interested in that. A little girl in a dress stood in front of the bride and groom.


A little wobbly, he got up from the sofa, the blanket falling to the floor. Something was pushing him to take a closer look at this picture. With an inexperienced movement he pulled the robe up around his body and walked a little shakily towards the shelf. Once there, he took down the photograph and began to study it.


The little one looked seriously and almost reproachfully into the camera, while everyone around her grinned up to their ears.


* Well, if someone put me in such a pink fumble, I wouldn't necessarily be thrilled either *, he thought.

The little one seemed to be the young woman who had taken him in ... at least she had the same eyes and the unusual hair color.


Both of her arms and one leg were covered with white bandages. Vegeta screwed up his eyes and thought of the scars he had seen on her arms the previous evening. How did that happen?


He was surprised to see that he really seemed to be interested and that he felt sorry for the little girl in the photo. But since he had children of his own, at least since his own little daughter was born, he just couldn't understand how something could harm these little, defenseless creatures.


A little annoyed with himself, he shook his head and carefully put the picture back.


"Sentimentalities ... pah!"


It would go so far that he, the elite Saiyan, let himself be puffed up by little girls ... he, the destroyer of many worlds, and the strongest - well, the second strongest - man in the universe, fearful of the whole planet just at the sound of his name trembled ...

However, he couldn't get the cute face of a baby who was just a few months old out of his mind. What were Bulma, Trunks and little Bra doing without him? Are they looking for him? If so, then at least there was a chance he was coming back to his world ... after all, what was the smartest woman in the world with him for? She had found a solution for every problem ... if he hadn't eliminated it beforehand with a targeted energy beam ...


Why should he worry? He had seen so many weird things ...


He noticed how his circulation was slowly picking up again and the pudding feeling in his knees seemed to subside.


This earth woman would explain everything to him, he would take care of that.


But now he was more interested in looking into the only meaningful invention of mankind (besides his gravity room, of course ...): the refrigerator.



***




Zoe didn't come home until late afternoon. After she had done the first half of the day with lectures on criminal law, to which she had come by and through and extended the academic quarter hour to twenty-five minutes, she had spent a few hours in the library afterwards . She had actually managed to stuff the fat tome she needed into her backpack without it bursting for good.


The joy about the capacity of her bag only lasted for a short time. As soon as she sat on her bike and was 'looking forward' to the work that was still to come, it had to start raining to make matters worse. She missed her otherwise good mood for good. Grumbling, she rummaged in her pocket for a plastic bag ... and was annoyed that she had a rain cover for her books but not for herself.

When she arrived at her doorstep, her mood was down to absolute zero.


* There is a point in time when you can't get any wetter ... *


A rowdy taxi driver and a huge puddle had contributed to her reaching that point a quarter of an hour ago.


Now she stood there, looking for her key with clammy fingers, was not only hungry as a bear, but also looked like a doused poodle, was cold, and wanted only one thing: into a bathtub with the hot water possible!


The day had actually started quite well ...


Finally she had fished her key out of her trouser pocket and crept into the hallway. At least her books hadn't gotten wet ... the lucky ones !!!


She cursed softly and closed the front door and was about to go into the bathroom when the phone rang.


Zoe gave the device a withering look and grumbled: "Whoever this is now ... please call back later!"

The doorbell rang relentlessly a second time. She still stood motionless.


* After all, it could also be important ... *


On the third ring, she had finally made up her mind to pick up the phone. Before she spoke, however, she took another deep breath. After all, one shouldn't listen to her voice that she was in an inedible state of mind.


"McLachlan, Zoe on the line ... ... Oh, hello! ... ... Yes, I just got home. What's up? ... ... Oh, I'm sorry. ... ... Sure! But could you send Tommy over to me? I've got a lot to do and don't want to drag tons of books around ... ... Well, see you in an hour. And say get your father well soon from me! ... ... But I'll be happy to do that! ... ... So, see you then! Goodbye! ... "


Sighing, Zoe put the phone back on the hook. Then she could say goodbye to her extensive splashing around in the bathtub.Tommy's