of cloth, and cleaned and bandaged Jeice's wounds with a routine that came from experience.Then she straightened Jeice's upper body, held the bottle to his lips and let the water flow into his mouth. She was relieved when he swallowed it.


In doing so, she had some difficulties in holding the bottle: her right arm still didn't want the way she wanted.


When the bottle was empty, she put Jeice back down, made sure he could breathe, and left the house. She almost stumbled upon the dead Namek, whom she had skipped before without actually seeing him. Now she noticed the many green-skinned dead. Burned, shredded corpses. Freezer hadn't worked particularly cleanly.


She stopped on the bank of the lake. It was calm, a light breeze was blowing and rippling the surface of the water.


Maiju sighed. Actually, she should be happy to finally have escaped Freezer, but it wasn't ... the anger that had flared up in her when she saw Jeice lying on the floor in front of her that had caused her to attack Vegeta - the sudden anger to Freezer, who had made the collar react ... even the gratitude to SonGohan, who had opened it ... had evaporated and left a void that made her act like in a dream, that stifled all emotions.

She crouched down and saw her distorted reflection in the water. She was still wearing Barta's scouter.


With a jerky movement she took it off and let it fall into the lake. The drops splashed on her face.


For minutes she sat staring into the water. Then she raised her hand to the collar of her armor.


The hard material broke like thin plastic.


Maiju broke the shell and threw the remains into the lake. The battle suit followed.


She stood on the bank, completely naked except for her scarf. She didn't care. The main thing is that she got rid of Freezer's trash.


Her gaze fell on her left thigh. The branding in the shape of a hand was clearly visible. She knew what to do now.


The fingertips of her left hand began to glow. She pressed it onto her thigh and slit three parallel lines into her fur, over the mark over it. A hot pain twitched through her thigh. Blood spurted from the wounds, turning her gray fur red.

Maiju groaned softly. But it was worth it.


For a while she stood there numb.


Then she jumped headlong into the lake. The cold water bit into her wounds, but it also refreshed her. When she reappeared, her thoughts were clear.


She washed off the blood and dirt, got out of the water, shook herself and went into the hut where she had left Jeice.


She could hear his calm breathing. He slept. OK then.


Maiju changed the bandage around his chest. The wound was bleeding very little. So she couldn't be dangerous to him now.


Actually she wanted to see if she could find something for herself to wear, but she stopped next to Jeice, studied his sharp features, closed eyes, pointed nose and narrow lips. She had to pull herself together not to trace the contours of his lips with her finger. She wanted to touch him, snuggle up to him, feel his body very close to hers ...

Without being able to do anything about it, she raised her hand and ran a hand through his hair.


What...?


She quickly withdrew her hand. What was she doing there? What were those feelings again? They reminded her of what she had felt at Xanthro a while ago ... only this time it was much stronger ...


She had to force herself to turn away from Jeice, go to the closet, and find something for herself to wear.


What she found, lost in thought, was: a kind of Namekian boxer shorts, orange trousers with a white belt, and a sleeveless vest in the same color as the trousers.


She shortened her pant legs and cut a hole in the back through which she threaded her tail, wrapped the belt twice around her hips and tore off the excess material, which she wrapped around her chest and tied at the neck, starting on her back . She put on her vest over it.


After a moment's hesitation, she fetched white trousers with a blue belt, a vest of the same type, and shoes from the closet.

Now the only question left was how to get out of here. Of course they could have just stayed, but Maiju felt thunderclouds gathering over Namek. The SonGoku Freezer encounter would unleash a tremendous hurricane. Maiju did not feel like witnessing the destruction of Namek up close.


She thought back and forth, but the only option she could think of was to fly back to headquarters with the space capsules, have Jeice patched up there, and then fly on. Or take SonGoku's spaceship, but she didn't want to be that mean.


Sighing, she decided on the first option.


She stuffed the clothes into a backpack from the farthest corner of the closet, picked up Jeice, stepped out of the house and wondered if she was crazy. The sky over Namek was clouded black, lightning flashed from the clouds, which hung ominously low.


> I didn't mean the storm that literally!<


One more reason that she hurried. She made an arc so as not to have to pass the spaceship directly, put Jeice in one space capsule and herself in another, after she had programmed his on the course for headquarters and closed the hatch, and left the planet Namek, on which her life was one had taken a dramatic turn.


Because of the Dragon Balls.




ufff ... made it! what kind of work do you think it was to hammer it all into the comp!


and what do you say now?


retelling! * I am ashamed of myself *


Last but not least (or worse ...) I have one more bad news (* clear throat *) for you: I have to take a creative break because I have to learn for school in a completely uncreative way! I'm really sorry, but there is no other way! my french grades already have a tendency towards minus!


but don't worry: the next parts will come by christmas at the latest, then i have time to write again

See you!


your Sandy!