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"You are already awake?"


"No, I'm still sleeping. However, in a dream I left my body, and that's not me at all, but my spirit, which sits in front of you!"

"How long have you been up, it's just 4:30."


Bra yawned heartily and looked dreamily at the sunrise. A soft breeze made her blue hair flutter a little.


"You know Dad, you make such a racket, you just have to wake up. That means if you're not my brother ... I admire Trunks, he can sleep in almost any situation!"


Vegeta turned his head a little. In fact, he was lying there, cuddled up in the blanket, his hair messed up (does anyone but me know that word? Karl Klammer at least not!) And snored softly. * Sweatdrop *


"Dad, we're going to the ring now! Who knows, maybe Veb and Bahses will meet Bulma!"


"She sleeps, believe me, your mother is a master of long sleep!"


"Never mind! Let's go!"






The sun rose higher and soon the commentator, the audience and ultimately also the rest of the fighters (...), although actually only Rotte should have been present.Even a certain Bulma Briefs huddled against the parapet just before ten. You could see from the individual people that they were very excited. Tense as a speed bow. Who do you think would win? This veb seemed quite strong. For once he didn't look so bad ... (That applies to women ... and homo ancestors ... if they were there ...) But Son-Goku, everyone knew him, he wasn't a blanket Leaf. He had taken part in tournaments like this many times, even if he had never won, but what did that matter? They liked him, he was a crowd favorite. After some back and forth, pretty much everyone had decided on one of the two fighters. Pretty much everyone. Except for Bulma. Somehow this veb struck her as weird. Sure, Lunch adored him and most of the other women too, but ... Goku was cute too, wasn't he?




"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final fight of the 24th Great Tournament of Unarmed Martial Arts!In a few minutes the fight between the two opponents Son-Goku and Veb will begin. Ladies and gentlemen, I wish you good entertainment! "


With these words, the blonde commentator left the ring. There was a tense silence in the air. Wait, wait for the fighters. But the fighters did not come. A low growl from the great hall that was attached to the ring was all. Nothing else. Just those growls.


Suddenly an angry Veb appeared at the entrance, trudged onto the ring and grabbed the innocent reporter.


"Where's Ka ... Son-Goku?" He hissed.


"K ... ke ... no idea ... don't know ..." he stuttered back. "But if ... he's not there in fifteen minutes, you've won the tournament without a fight, be happy ... Uahh!"


Instead of another reply, Veb just let go of the poor guy, who logically landed uncomfortably on his bottom. Growling and hissing (as it is our dear Veggie's style ... ^ - ^!) He withdrew back into the hall.

The minutes passed. 1 ... 2 ... 5 .... 8 ... No Goku far and wide.


In the audience, the phrase "He just wants to pinch!" wide. Trunks and Bra stood by the parapet with their heads bowed and said nothing. If Goku didn't show up now, Vegeta would have something to moan about for a while. Eieiei, that had to be prevented!




"You idiots, Goku doesn't pinch, I know him and he's not like that!"


Trunks turned his head to the left in amazement. The voice seemed familiar to him. * SWEATDROP * Next to him, Bulma stood on the parapet and loudly announced her opinion. Bra turned red. Even if this wasn't her mother directly, the performance was embarrassing.




Schepper. Bulma paused. The whole horde stopped. The crowd that had just been screeching and screaming was suddenly as calm as a satisfied cat. (Ka .. Ka .. cat ?! Aknaaneee, save me! Oops ^ - ^!, What is Ranma doing here?Sorry, little research error. It won't happen again!) Again this clang sounded, this time louder and above all more intrusive.


Suddenly something stumbled and tumbled out of the great hall. Something? No, someone. Goku! In a rather strange state, however: uncombed hair, open shoes and half dressed. (so ... uh ... pants, yes, the black t-shirt is missing ... not that someone here understands something wrong ... so it's not like that ... * lol *)


And who came after? (Well, well? Does anyone have a suggestion?) Bingo! Veb. The ever popular and famous Veb! For a heartbeat there was silence, strange silence, as if people had to digest the strange sight first. The commentator finally broke the silence.


"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that both fighters have finally arrived! The fight can finally begin!"


Gong! The gong beater struck the gong disk with his large stick, relieved.The fight was on. (...) Son-Goku hastily laced his shoes to the end, jumped to his feet and got into the fighting stance. (No, no, no! Not THE position! * Hair up *) He looked at the person opposite. The black hair, the black eyes, all the black in general. Like the devil himself.


Time passed. Neither of the two fighters even flinched an eyelid. Both waited for an opportune moment to attack. (Which of course also came when they both move so much! Man, they're stupid! Yes, DOOF!)


Bulma looked intently into the ring, but after a while she lost interest in the whole thing. Yes, she was downright annoyed.


Tip. Tip. Tip. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the parapet. Boredom is widespread. Then, all of a sudden, her collar burst.


"Son-Goku, attack at last, you're going to kill him with your left hand!"


Goku didn't respond, but Veb did. He looked at her in amazement.His black brows drew together. His eyes darkened. Slowly he turned away from Goku and walked towards her. The end of the ring was getting closer. Step by step. He didn't seem to notice the treacherous edge, he was so focused on Bulma. And yet he stopped exactly on said edge. Still looking at her from those black, unfathomable eyes. Was it contempt? Derision? Or just curiosity that was in his gaze?


"Why are you cheering him on?"


The words sounded so strange from his mouth, sad and almost bitter. Bulma didn't answer. Her knees went weak. So many girls around her wished Veb would speak to them, why would she? Why did he ask her that. She looked down. For his part, Veb turned wordlessly and walked back to the center of the ring.


"You'll change your mind when I finish this buffoon."


Bulma raised her head in amazement.Was that what Veb had just said or was it his imagination? A dream? A pipe dream? Suddenly the ground shook under her feet. With an effort, she lifted her gaze from her feet and turned it back into the ring. What was there?


"What ...?!"


Bulma rubbed her eyes in amazement. Looked into the ring again. The appearance hadn't changed. Veb stood in the ring with his arms crossed, grinned a little and looked ... yes, what? Son Goku was no longer there. At least she couldn't see him anywhere. Was he gone? Suddenly a low moan reached her ears. What was that? A hand appeared at the other end of the ring, a head followed. Son-Goku's head: The poor man looked up at Veb, completely taken aback. There was silence again. The commentator didn't believe his eyes. With one gulp, he struggled through the famous four-word phrase. (Not the L-phrase, it has three ^ - ^)


"The winner is Veb!"


Bulma shook her head.What was going on there? She pricked up her ears curiously.


"Suddenly blond ... pressure wave! ... Goku out of the ring ..."


´Cool, the guy! `


Smiling, looked at the ring again, yes, Veb was not unpleasant to her.


And just this one opened his mouth, wanted to say something and ... was gone. (yes, yes, we all know he's Veg ', but I actually mean now that he's gone! No longer there! Disappeared!) A murmur went through the crowd. Where did the guy go? (Well, get away, you idiots!)




Bulma instinctively turned to the right, wanted to speak to Esohka and Bahses, the two strangers. But the two also seemed to have been swallowed by the ground. (With an elegant movement, the blue-haired woman swung herself over the parapet, climbed into the ring and looked for a larger crevice. 'Nothing there, then they must have vanished into thin air! And I can look for them for a long time!' * Sigh * Bulma, Bulma, Bulma!)




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Bulma rubbed her hands with a grin. The prank was a success, very so. With the help of a simple mathematical formula (it consists of 6 pages, I hope hard, you don't ask for it now!) She managed to bring Vegeta, Trunks and Bra back from the wrong time, without any hope!


So now her husband, her son and her daughter were sitting in front of her on the floor and were supposed to answer questions. (Oh Bulmchen, you don't know Veggie!) Vegeta had his arms crossed over his chest and growled to himself, Bra whistled a little song and Trunks, yes Trunks, who was snoring.


(>> I admire Trunks, he can sleep in almost any situation! <<)


"So what do you have to tell me?"


Vegeta got up slowly, turned his back on her and wanted to leave the room. He stopped at the doorstep. "As Bra has already explained. You couldn't keep up, that would have been a disaster if you had run into your own self.And also ..."


He turned his head to her and grinned at her.


"... April, April, BAH!"




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"Veb? Veb? Veb, where are you?"


In another time zone, poor Bulma searched for her Veb all of her life. Son-Goku gave up training, the two Saiya-jins took over the world until the cyborgs appeared. It was easy for them now because