A / N: I just got myself a new muse and that * without * having to use any violence * Gogeta sits tied up and gagged in the corner of the room and wriggles like crazy *


Uh ... * sweatdrop * just ignore it, I'll have * wink wink * something to do with it later


* Gogeta O.O *




Always and forever grateful for the comments and now exclusively, in a world premiere:




The Fate of a Saja-Jin


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... back to the party ...


Although it was now dark, everyone could clearly see the healthy color of the birthday child's cheeks. In the heat of the moment Bulma leaned further and further forward to look guiltily Krillin in the eyes, while she was crying for what it was like how outrageous it was to just leave her on Namek back then. "... a pretty girl like me ... all alone. Shame on you, Krillin !!"

The only sound besides the screeching was the snoring of a certain Saja-jin. In fact, Son Goku had the divine gift of sleeping on ChiChi's shoulder, occasionally grinning quite broadly and mumbling something about noodles.


ChiChi, Yamcha, Oolong, Pool, Muten Roshi and Son Gohan had their jaw slammed on the floor in the last few minutes of Bulma's sayings. Son Gohan covered Pan's ears so that she wouldn't hear anything of Bulma's * vocabulary for special occasions *. He didn't even want to imagine what Videl would do to him if Pan brought such expressions home with him.


Bulma clicked her tongue loudly and then hurled Krillin with considerable speed across the square straight into the next millennium ... ... at least it seemed that way to her. In reality, she let go of him on the spot and the little guy landed back exactly * if a little rudely * in his place. Satisfied with herself, Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at her troubled friends.



Son Goten was almost back at the party. For the thirteenth time, he let what was on the leaflet as suddenly horrible .... no-gruesome, no worse .... horribly chilling and absolutely cruel tones penetrated his sensitive hearing. Again he put the note away and made his way to the CC. The sound was clearly coming from there and it definitely didn't sound like it came from this world, 'Oh no! Maybe they are all being tortured and need my help !! ' he thought desperately and stepped up a gear 'If something happens to you, I will never forgive myself!'


When he finally got to the group of tables, everyone just stared as if paralyzed. Completely flabbergasted, he grabbed ChiChi by the shoulders and began to shake her "MOM! MOM! DO YOU HEAR ME ?? IT'S YOUR SON! DON'T BE AFRAID, I WILL SAVE ALL OF YOU!"


ChiChi didn't notice anything .... Goten finally noticed that everyone was staring in the same direction: the direction from which this terrible croaking came ... Sweat formed on his forehead and slowly he turned to the source of the noise:

In the middle of the table groups, three meters from the fourth buffet table, sat at the top of the dais ... Bulma. Crouched and with a sad expression she looked down at her guests, her eyes the image of innocence personified ... again she opened her mouth ... "MYY HEAART WILL GO OOOON"




Son Goten fell over. And didn't get up again (A / N: That was too much for the poorest * fg *)


"Pan ... will you bring your uncle into the house, please? I think he would like some sleep" instructed Son Gohan, he would do it himself, but he needed both hands to save a little bit of his auditory cells covered both ears.


"Yes Dad!!" The little one smiled back and with a tremendous leap jumped over to her uncle and leaned over his head. Carefully she pulled an eyelid up and could see how a lot of stars were buzzing around in a circle in front of Goten's pupil.


"Pan!" admonished Son Gohan.


She let the eyelid snap back and ran around the unconscious one.Then she grabbed his leg and humming happily, dragging Son Goten past her papa into the house.


Particularly funny (A / N: For me ... and maybe you ?!) was the transport on the steps: Since Pan is still so small, she dragged Goten behind her more than she carried him and whenever she had an or Every time he went up several steps, the older man's head thumped against the floor material. Meanwhile, numerous bumps adorned his head, small chicken legs, pasta salads and rice balls buzzed in circles around his head.


Completely out of breath, Pan finally came to the bottom of the stairs and let go of her leg. Since Goten was not yet at the top, he almost slipped back down all the steps. Fortunately, his niece grabbed him at the last moment and saved him from worse head injuries. "Pwuh !!" Pan groaned and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then looked around searchingly and decided to really put "Uncle Goten" into the first bed that came up.



Behind his hand, Krillin leaned towards Yamcha, trying not to cause a stir. "Shouldn't we put an end to this?" he asked quietly and as carefully as possible.


"I'll do it" C18, who actually nobody had spoken to, stood up as if on command and rolled up his sleeves. "But Scha-" wanted to interrupt Krillin but she had already reached Bulma and sent her tossing her over her shoulder "W-Heyy !!!" Bulma disagreed. "W-hat are you doing?" Not only was Bulma tipsy, no - she was suddenly convinced that she had superhuman strength.


C18, not particularly impressed by the fidgeting that the blue-haired woman kept away, casually replied that she wanted to spare the other a sudden hearing loss. Bulma tried to play her last trump card by threatening C18 with a final flash, but strangely enough she did not achieve any scary effect at C18.


The others breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the volume of the cursing slowly decreased and instead the snoring of Son Goku came to the fore again.



On the way up, Bulma had calmed down a bit; her screaming had subsided to room volume and finally to a murmur until she finally fell silent and dozed off. C18 the whole thing was just fine. She finally wanted to go home, so she quickly turned into the hallway at the end of which she assumed the bedroom ... but there was no door. 18 thought his part and with a grin she went on. The closer she got, the sooner she thought she heard a noise from the room and believed that something was moving in it. Something? Someone. However, when she finally arrived at the said room, everything was quiet. However, the room was in a deplorable condition, chairs, chests of drawers, clothes, pictures: everything thrown upside down. ... Sure that only Vegeta could be considered for this chaos. "Where love falls" C18 joked dryly, laid Bulma on the bed and made her way back to Krillin.




The room was completely dark except for the one ray of bright light that came through the window and shone right down on Bulma's face.In that pale light it looked almost fragile, delicate as glass, and it just lay there.


A dark figure stepped out of the shadows of the darkness and looked down at Bulma. His first thought was that she couldn't really have been great. The way she spread out on the sheet spoke volumes, lying on her back and her mouth wide open, "Regrettably," the viewer shook his head before glancing back around the room.


The second part of his message was now ready. When 18 had bothered him, he thought of something for the third part, but nothing occurred to him. That changed when his gaze fell on the letter opener that lay useless on the floor, a very princely grin graced his face and he leaned forward to pick up the sharp object.


A shadow flickered over Bulma's peacefully sleeping face as he slowly lowered the tip, slowly approaching her body, rising and falling.



Bulma lost consciousness when she called one C18 a junk box, immediately afterwards she fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep. It seemed to her that everything was spinning around her, as if the ground beneath her feet wasn't real. Nevertheless, she was completely lost in lala-and, without the slightest sense of what was happening around her or who was in the room with her at the time.


Suddenly she felt a sting on her back, 'Don't worry, it will only be a mosquito', she thought inwardly determined to go on sleeping. But the pain did not subside, like a door that you had to push open with all your might, so it also took a tiny moment to cut through the top layer.


Absently, Bulma moved a little and then the cold metal thrust into her body with full force. She instantly felt the warm blood running down her back and her eyes flicked open from one second to the other.As if stung by a tarantula, her upper body shot up so that she sat upright in bed. She looked in all directions, disturbed and frightened, she searched her surroundings for the source of her pain.


Then she felt the thick stream of blood that was already dripping down from her side onto the sheet. A thick layer of sweat covered her body from one second to the next. She put her hand on the lowest point on her side and then drove up the warm stream until she came across a hole. Her hand froze and her fingertips carefully explored the gap as if she couldn't believe it. She felt dizzy and again for a split second her gaze slipped across the room.


She was too dazed to recognize him on her own so he made it easy for her and stepped out of the cloak of darkness and looked at her as a butcher, a tormentor. Bulma's eyes widened when she realized who was standing in front of her."Ve-Veget-a" she breathed voicelessly before her eyes slowly rolled up. Bulma was about to pass out.


He didn't hesitate for a moment and grabbed her wrist, no, he grabbed it more and pulled her to her feet with a sharp jerk. He shook her violently but she just didn't want to