ok my immediately took a long time but now I'll keep writing


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Suddenly I had lightning bolts and it hurt. Not much at first, but then the pain got too intense and I couldn't control myself anymore. I started screaming and tore my helmet off my head and threw it to the ground, breaking it into a thousand pieces. I could clearly feel this pain for the next few seconds and didn't know when to stop. There was that bad feeling again that something bad was going to happen. This dream and then my parents. A picture appeared before my eyes, of my parents, that the moment it became very clear it broke into a thousand pieces like the helmet from the machine. I screamed and started crying at the thought of my parents. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up. The broken helmet was still on the floor. What did I just do?I had completely lost control of myself and didn't know what to do now. I turned and looked up at the man. This looked very astonished. Bulma next to him bent down to me and looked at me seriously. "Sorry." she said in a soft voice and wrapped herself around me. "It must have been too strong for you. I'm sorry." It was amazing because I could understand her. I could go crazy with joy. I now mastered the language of the PEOPLE. It was strange how I knew that this was HUMAN. I looked up at the fighter, who was still very astonished. Then he walked slowly out of the room.


When Bulma and I got up she said "Please say something. I want to know if that worked." I knew what to say. But what I noticed then almost made me collapse. I could understand what they were saying but speak ... I couldn't find any words to thank her and to apologize for completely destroying her new invention.Well I couldn't say anything. What now? But Bulma understood and put the dismembered helmet on, put it on a table and repaired it, which took the next 40 minutes. When she was finished she said: "It could be that this time it will hurt a lot again, but if you want to speak our language then you have to stick it out. Please." I nodded resolutely and at that moment a thousand thoughts shot through my head. What if I couldn't take it again? What if I broke the helmet again? Then she definitely wouldn't fix it for me again. And one more thing that I was most afraid of. What if I saw my parents again. That they bring me bad news about my thoughts (have I phrased that correctly?). I would make it this time. I'm a Sayajin too, after all. One of the most powerful beings in the universe. Well, I sat down on a chair with the hope that I would be able to speak this language afterwards.Bulma put the repaired helmet on me and started the machine by pressing a few buttons on the helmet and the chair. Then she moved a little to the side (probably afraid that I would throw the helmet on her next time -.- ".). Now this time the machine was gas-started without hurting me anything. I survived everything intact and the helmet remained intact * g *. When I got up I looked Bulma in the face and said: "iealslv kneda! ceehnpsr eahrpsc erue huca unn nank cih. "(If you want to read this you just have to ... guess how it could be read !!! The solution will be in the next issue, which will only appear if there are more than three or two comments.). Bulma looked completely Well, if I didn't know what she had, she took the helmet off my head and put it back on the table and started to experiment with it.


Then she put it back on my head and I had to sit down and she started the machine again. When it started again and after a few minutes it was over, I got up again."Well, this time it seems to have worked." I said in fluent German. Bulma jumped in the air and said. "I made it! You can now understand and speak our language! Good! We'll say that to Vegeta right away!" "Yes" I answered full of joy (now she also knows that his name is Vegeta and it surprised her a bit. It reminded her on her home planet, but she didn't care too much about that). We ran through the hallways looking for Vegeta. He was sitting in the living room with the other two family members. Vegeta was watching TV and the young boy * lol * was sitting on the armchair reading a magazine. The little girl heard music and jumped across the room. Vegeta looked up and said, "And did it work?" But she seemed completely unintrusted. "Yes, I can speak your language now!" I said and waited for Vegeta's answer. He just said: "Hm ..." "Is that all you have to say about it?" asked Bulma in a stern tone. "Well, mother, I congratulate you warmly that your invention worked out well." said the boy looking over his magazine at Bulma."Yes me too!" said the little girl who had turned off the music, "Thanks! Vegeta take an example from your children who say at least something nice!" Vegeta still said nothing. "Excuse your behavior. It's always like that. Now that you understand me, I will introduce you to my family. This is Trunks ..." She pointed to the young boy who looked at me briefly and smiled. I returned his smile, didn't know why he didn't say hello so I added a loud "Hello!" To it. "... and that's Bra." The girl who heard the music looked at me and said, "Hello, I'm Bra . "" Ok, now you know us. I would like to introduce you to my parents, but I don't know where they are. But I could introduce you to my friends. "At this sentence Vegeta looked up.


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This part is certainly as small as the others. But I sat on it for a long time.


I hope you continue to like my ff and hope there are many comments.

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