was that supposed to be? Where was that going?


Bulma lifted her head with difficulty, eyed Bra. Then her gaze fell on little Vegeta. Her daughter's little son. Her eyes filled with tears again, she sobbed. As if the sight of the little one had painfully reminded her of something. But what? Damn it, what?


The little one scurried curiously through the room, stopped in front of Trunks and played with his hand.A small smile played on his lips. It went on. Off to Bulma, off to Grandma! The little one climbed on the bed, crawled under the covers, emerged again and looked at Bulma questioningly.


"Ummm ... uh ... May I introduce you? This is Vegeta, your grandson."


Bulma looked at the little one.


"Vegeta ..." she breathed weakly. It sounded almost like the rustling of the leaves during autumn, nothing more than a whisper. Smiling, she pulled the little one to her.


"Stay here, stay with me forever ...". With these words on her lips, she fell asleep, Vegeta held tight to her.


"Come on Trunks, you'd better leave them alone. I'll make tea now and then you will explain to me in simple, short sentences what is actually going on here."


Bra tugged and lashed at her brother until he finally got up from his stool and left the room with her.




She gently turned the handle.


"Hum ... without a sound! That was good!"

"Hey, hello, would you guys be so kind and listen to me now?"


"So, what kind of tea do you want, brother heart? Chamomile? Rose hip ..."


"Haaloho ?!"


"... herbs or black? Choose something, I'll cook it!"


"HELLO!"


"Huh? Why is it here, Trunks? And anyway, it's kind of cold in the CC recently!"




Trunks sipped down the stairs lost in thought. It couldn't be a nice thought. The way he looked ... had someone died? Anyone she needed to know? Shaking her head, she followed her brother. And Vegeta? Yes, he stood alone in front of the room for quite a while and pondered the stubbornness of the damned women. They were all very good at acting. Pff!




A shrill scream echoed through the corridors of the CC. So loud, so heartbreaking that even the dead would have woken up from it. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs, for example.

> That was Bra! Trunks, what have you been up to now?

"Trunks, you ... Oh no, not again!"


Arrived at the bottom of the stairs, the prince was presented with a picture that he had seen so often in the past few hours that he could no longer stand. A crying woman who clings to some man and sobs heartily. This time it was Bra who was sitting on the couch, howling her eyes out.


Slowly but surely it was getting a bit scary for Vegeta. What was going on here? His whole family became melancholy from one minute to the next, no one wanted to look at him, talk to him or otherwise announce that he had noticed him. Only the little grandson, Vegeta, seemed to like him and also notice him. And ... what was that actually? Why was he, the prince of wolverines, suddenly no longer hungry? Cursed!Today the worm was really in! (Normally there would have been a snappy comment on my part by now, but that really doesn't fit in here.)


Vegeta walked slowly towards his daughter, carefully put his arm around her shoulder.


"What's the matter, princess? Say something!"


As was so soft that day, Bra did not react. A tear fell on the back of Vegeta's hand.


"Bra, I don't know why you and your mother and everyone else suddenly pretend that I don't exist anymore, but please talk to me. Say something, one word, just one!"


Bra raised his head unexpectedly, looking around in all directions.


"Trunks, did you hear that? That was ... Paps."


Trunks smiled. A sad smile. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but suddenly the young woman's sad expression turned into something else, she got scared, almost hysterical. Panicked, she pressed her palms over her ears.She didn't want to hear anything, nothing at all. Neither from her brother nor from anyone else.


"Leave me alone! Stay where you are and don't make it worse!"


Who she meant by that remained open. But both Trunks and Vegeta were silent.


After a while, Bra finally calmed down. She looked tired, so tired, as if she hadn't slept for nights. And she was trembling.


"Bra what is it?"


"... cold ..."


Trunks sighed. It was hard for her, for her, and for the whole family, or rather, the rest of the family. He carefully took his sister in his arms and carried her into one of the upstairs rooms, covered her and wished her good night. No Answer. Bra slept.




... Night fell on it ...




> We have a full moon ... how beautiful it is. As round and plump as a pizza. Strange, somehow today I'm not hungry at all, just like everything is strange today. The moon ... why don't I feel this tingling sensation as usual.That tingling sensation heralding the transition to oozaru status. Where is it. And what's the matter with Bra and Trunks ... and with Bulma? They're so weird, like they don't want to see me. Only Vegeta, he probably likes me ... Mhh ... It's night, it's full moon, I'm not hungry, don't turn into an oozaru and I'm not tired either, it should be long after 12 ... 12 ... Witching hour ... am I a ghost? ... Nonsense! <




The door closed quietly behind him. The CC was dark and deserted, no lights were on behind any of the numerous windows. There was a rumble in the kitchen, the monotonous hum of the refrigerator. Otherwise it was quiet, dead still.


Vegeta crept like a shadow through the sleeping house, noiselessly, always along the walls. Through the living room, up the stairs to the second floor.


> I need to speak to Bulma now! <


There it was, the destination, the door to Bulma's bedroom. Vegeta was shaking, he didn't really know why, it was just like that.Trying to stay calm, he turned the handle and entered the room. The window was wide open, the white curtains billowing slightly in the night wind. The moon shone in through the window, bathing everything in its eerie, arrogant silver light. Vegeta let his gaze wander around the room. Everything calm until ... The prince held his breath, cold sweat came on his forehead.


> What ... why? <


Bulma sat bolt upright in bed, her lips pressed together. She was pale, white in the light of the moon, as white as a sheet. Her eyes were deep in their sockets, they looked much darker than usual, the white nightgown moved gently in the breeze that came through the window.


> A ghost! <, it shot through Vegeta's head. > So white and the black eyes ... like a skull ... <


"Bulma? It's just me, I wanted to talk to you."


She stared at him. Him? Not something behind the door in the hallway?Vegeta quietly closed the door behind his back and slowly walked over to the large bed.


> The ... door is moving ...? <


"Bulma ... what's the matter, tell me."


She stayed silent.


> Is that the wind whispering in the trees out there? Or ... <


"Come on, come on, say."


> ... do I hear his voice? Am i going crazy <


Bulma didn't answer, but kept staring straight ahead. Vegeta sighed, looked at her and decided to be really nice to her again ... tender. He took her gently in his arms. Bulma began to tremble.


"Talk to me."


> Why is it suddenly so cold ... <


"Bulma?"


> ... I'm scared. <


A sob came from her lips.


"Vegeta ... where are you now ... help me ..." She whispered, very softly. Her little grandson slept peacefully next to her. The prince looked at her. What was that supposed to mean? He was there, only for her, very close to her. Why did she ask about him?The bark of a dog rang out in the night.


> Is that a ghost? Does he exude this cold? <


"Go away, leave me alone ... I just want to be alone. Why doesn't anyone understand me?"


Vegeta looked at her. She was afraid ... but ... not of him? He bowed his head. She didn't want him. Well then, don't. The prince quietly left the room.




> I don't understand ... and I'm slowly beginning to doubt that the whole thing was due to this one 'woman'. <


He had left the CC again, stood on the large lawn in front of the semicircular building and looked at the world of gray and black. The western capital. At night. Some lanterns flickered, others remained very dark. Vegeta looked around. Everything here, every single tree, every tuft of grass, every flower, every bush, everything was familiar to him and ... yet ... At night it seemed so strange. He walked slowly around the house. After a good quarter he stopped and turned around.

> That fits ... yes, that fits very well. <


Not a single blade of grass had bent under his feet, it looked as if no one had ever brushed around the house. Vegeta crept on. Nothing could scare him that day.




Suddenly he stopped. What was that? Singing? Middle of the night? The prince pricked up his ears. Indeed, someone was singing. But what kind of songs? A shiver ran down his spine. The music sounded nice, but on the other hand it sounded infinitely sad. Like music from another dimension. Reluctantly, he followed the chants. Around a corner, around another, through alleys, until I finally came into view of a small forest. He stopped in a clearing. The moonlight painted silver shapes in the grass, the wind rushed through the treetops, the bright spots moved as if they were dancing like lost souls (Miyu!). The singing got louder, Vegeta stopped. Somehow he liked the clearing. Suddenly something rustled