grandfather fell down the stairs so unhappily that he broke his leg and a few ribs. Since the old man wasn't that fit anyway, Tommy's parents had decided to visit and support him at short notice. She could understand that they didn't want Tommy to watch it ...


He had stayed with her several times before ...


She stood around, a little undecided, until her own chattering of teeth and goosebumps made it clear what she really wanted to do, namely to get rid of the wet clothes and bring her body temperature back to the usual 36 °.


She stalked a little stiffly towards the bathroom and was a little surprised at the light blue woolen blanket that was lying on the couch in a strange way. Something black was peeking out from above.


* Has Delia grabbed MY blanket again ... * grumble * * scolded * ... what did I want? Oh yes, bathroom! *


On the way there she began to peel off the dripping clothes.Only in her underwear she finally stood in front of the mirror and made a grimace at the face she was looking at with wet hair hanging in her eyes and blue lips.


"WHAT DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO MAKE ME WAIT ALL DAY ??? YOU OWN SOME ANSWERS TO ME, WOMAN !!!" she suddenly heard a loud, rude voice behind her.


Startled, Zoe turned around and saw the person who she had taken for a strange dream that morning standing in the doorway and appraising her from top to bottom with an angry look in his eyes.


Surprised, she wanted to sit down first, which in the absence of a chair she simply did on the white-tiled bathroom floor.


"I ... how? ... Häääää?" she stammered once before she began to seriously doubt her sanity.


"It must be a dream ... it can only be a dream !!!" she murmured pleadingly and screwed her eyes shut tightly for now.When she opened it again, the 'illusion' was by no means gone, but looked at her with a look that actually attested her to a mental illness.


"OF COURSE I AM NOT A DREAM !!! I FINALLY GET MY ANSWERS ??? !!!" Vegeta scolded impatiently.


"Uh ... of course. Just ask ..." Zoe struggled to get up again and grabbed a towel.


"First, what's your name?"


"Zoe .. Zoe McLachlan ..."


"Funny name. Second, where am I here?"


* tze, lacquer monkey ... Vegeta is not prettier either ... *


"We're on the outskirts of Los Angeles ..." Zoe could see that it would take a little longer.


"I don't know," said the Saiyan simply.


Zoe took a deep breath and tried to ignore the cold water droplets that ran from her hair down her body and slowly caused goosebumps again. Then she began to explain.


"You can't either.You are here in a world that has almost nothing in common with yours. There are no people here who can fly without any machines, or shoot energy balls, or are even anywhere near as strong as you. You are here in Los Angeles, a big city in the USA ... the United States of America .. . "she quickly pronounced the abbreviation. How should he know that?


"Your whole life, that of your friends and enemies, the world you know is nothing more than an animated series ... albeit a very popular one ... the most popular of the 21st century ..." she continued and watched him.


* Damn it, what kind of tin am I telling you? He's going to rip my head off for the garbage ... *


However, he reacted completely differently than she expected. He stayed calm.


"So ... 21st century ... And why am I here?"


"I don't know. How should I know? ... Tell me, can we go on talking later?I'm freezing to death here and would like to take a shower ... "said Zoe, who had started chattering her teeth again.


Vegeta looked her up and down again and let his gaze wander briefly through the bathroom


"All right," he said then, which sounded more like permission to Zoe. Then he disappeared as silently as he had come back into the living room.




Vegeta made herself comfortable on the couch again and a short time later he could hear the noises of the shower in the bathroom. When he tried to pull the blanket back over his legs, it suddenly seemed a lot heavier to him. At first he thought that his strength had completely left him, but then he noticed the dog, which had hardly left his side all day. The bitch looked at him again with great interest.


"Well, you fools, do you like me?" he growled and pulled the blanket from under her body with a jerk. Delia wasn't bothered in the least.Instead, she moved a little closer and looked at him trustingly out of her brown dog eyes. Vegeta looked back a little helplessly. In his years with the people he had at least noticed so much decency that he didn't just wildly slaughter everything that went against his grain. However, he had no experience with pets either. The critters that lived at the Capsule Corporation belonged to Bulma's parents, and he had never taken great care of them. However, the little animals also knew him from his worst side and did not even dare to approach him. In return, this dog got on him all the more, which he just didn't like at all.


"Now get out of here, you stupid mutt, before I get uncomfortable !!!"


Delia's reaction was to rest her head on his thigh and close her eyes.


"What are you doing now ??? Do you hear badly? I said you should get out of here !!"

He put his hands on her head and tried to push them away until he felt something warm, damp on his hand. The Saiyajin grimaced in disgust and had to put up with being licked off by the Labrador bitch.


"That's disgusting ..."


"As I can see, you've already made friends ..."


Zoe appeared behind them in comfortable training pants and a sleeveless T-shirt. She had her hair wrapped in a towel turban. Somehow she had hoped to find nothing here when she left the bathroom ... but since this favor was not done to her, she had to accept, willy-nilly, that Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyajins, was wrapped in hers right now her favorite light blue blanket sat on the couch and was hogged down by Delia.


"We didn't ... The mutt has been annoying me all day!" The one grumbled now with such an offended expression that Zoe had to resist laughing.

"Oh what. Delia just wants to be friendly. And if she likes someone, then she follows them with a certain persistence ..."


"I don't want that !!!"


"It's okay. That's why you don't need to look at me as if I were a cyborg who needs to be briefly destroyed ..."


Zoe walked around the couch and grabbed Delia by her collar. The bitch reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled from the sofa, but after a stern look from her mistress, she preferred to leave this interesting man alone for now. Snapping, she retreated to her food bowl in the kitchen.


Her "boss" had meanwhile sat down with Vegeta on the couch.


"I'm really sorry. I seriously thought it would all have been a dream. Otherwise I would have hurried a little more this afternoon and not left you here alone for so long. Do you feel better already?" she asked politely how he was feeling.


"I'm fine ... I'm as good as new again ..." the Saiyan boasted back.

A single look on his face told her that this was far from the case. He was pale and there was a feverish glow in his eyes. That and the fact that, although it was actually pleasantly warm in the house, he still wore the bathrobe tightly around him and had wrapped himself in the blanket, she confirmed her assumption that he was anything but fit and that he really wasn't , could not admit even the smallest weakness.


"I can see ... what about the wounds? I hope you haven't been running around too much ..."


Vegeta grimaced again for a brief moment ... except for his brief detour to the kitchen, he had spent most of the day sleeping on the sofa.


"Everything's okay ..." he replied curtly.


"Would you like anything? What to eat, some tea? Or something else to drink?"


The Saiyan rolled his eyes in annoyance. This woman got on his mind almost as much in this short time as Bulma with her nerve-wracking care when he had blown himself up together with the gravity room again.

"I just want to know why I'm here, FUCKING IT !!!"


"Do not yell at me like that!"


"I scream at whoever I want!"


"But not in my house!"


Demonstratively, Zoe got up from the couch and marched towards the kitchen.


"I'm hungry. If you want something too, all you have to do is say it."


"And I said ..." He got no further, because Zoe interrupted him.


"Yeah ... I'll explain everything to you as far as I'm able. Do you want something or not?" She just missed that in her own house - well, her parents' house - from someone pushed the Saiyan prince around. He could do that at home. Even though she was pretty sure that his wife was actually wearing the pants ...


"As far as I'm concerned ..." the living room murmured in the meantime.


With a satisfied grin, Zoe opened the refrigerator and was amazed to find that everything still seemed to be there.Actually, she had expected that a yawning emptiness, which roughly corresponded to the hunger of a Saiyajin, would await her.


Now she was one hundred percent sure that the poor man must really be sick ...




Just as she was straining the noodles, the doorbell rang. Zoe raised her head in amazement. Who could that be? After a quick look at Vegeta, who had stretched out on the couch again, she slowly walked to the door and opened it. At first she couldn't see anyone, it wasn't until she looked down that she remembered the phone call from earlier.


"Tommy! I forgot you completely ..."


The little one stood in front of her door with a big grin, a backpack and a stuffed bag full of stuff and