in the bushes.The wind ... definitely. The prince sat down on the soft grass with a sigh. There it was again, that rustling.


> I like windy nights, because of mine it could be stormy now. <


He closed his eyes. Maybe he could finally think here.


Time passed, Vegeta was still sitting in the clearing, listening to the chants and the trees.


> Funny, why does it suddenly get so cold here? I feel like I'm in a freezer ... What's going on? <


Slowly he opened his eyes, very slowly, as if he didn't want to see what was going on. The moon shone from the sky with its cold, white light, the trees rustled and in the clearing ... there was dancing. The prince rubbed his eyes in amazement with the back of his hand, was he completely crazy now? The picture stayed. Delicate white figures, almost translucent, jumped over the grass, barefoot. Some larger beings, men, sat in a circle around the dancing ... Girls, yes it must have been girls.Vegeta got up noiselessly and approached the small group. Without exception, they all had black hair and black eyes. The dark monkey tails bobbed to the rhythm of the music, Saiya-jins? Here?


Vegeta still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Saiya-jins sitting peacefully together and enjoying the night. Totally off the roll, he padded on and it came as it had to come, he stumbled over one of the roots that protruded from the ground everywhere. The group of Saiya-jins turned, as if on command, and stared at him.


Vegeta looked at the different faces, one or the other looked familiar, but most of them were completely alien to him. The beings began to talk to each other, they probably didn't really know what to think of the sudden appearance of Vegeta. One of the men got up, he smiled contentedly.


"What are you doing here?" He asked.


Vegeta just stared at him in silence, the other eyed him.Suddenly his face brightened even more. He clapped his hands.


"You are Prince Vegeta, am I right? I am very pleased to welcome you to our ranks now! But say, what have you done with your hair? And why are you here anyway?"


Vegeta was stubbornly silent. He didn't want to answer that one.


It was quiet for a while. Until a girl from the ranks of the dancers stepped up to him and quietly repeated: "Why are you here prince? You shouldn't be here ..."


"Oh and why not?" He hissed. "I happen to live in the Western Capital and come here whenever I want!"


The other Saiya-jins looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.


“Listen, listen!” One of them shouted, “So he lives in this strange city?


"Sub-class ... Naughty as ever.Let me tell you something: Hood off, or I'll pull the fur over your ears! "


The Saiya-jins were silent.


"He doesn't want to understand ..."


"Give him a few more days so he can finally understand why nobody is listening to him! Stubborn!"


"We'll be back, Prince, and then we'll take you with us!"


With these sentences and all sorts of other remarks on their lips, the horde withdrew into the forest and left Vegeta alone in the clearing. Alone and pretty confused.


> What were they doing here? One was 100% Krohla, the stupid vassal ... he should be dead ... <




The day was breaking. The sun slowly rose over the horizon. Vegeta had been standing on the porch for quite a while, watching the waning night. All these strange events of recent times did not pass him by without a trace. He looked thoughtful, thoughtful and sad. These Saiya-jins had only increased his anxiety.It began to stir in the house. 10.00, first signs of life of the letters. Drunk with sleep and with red-set eyes, Bulma shuffled into the spacious kitchen. She yawned. Obviously she hadn't slept very well. Or rather, she hadn't slept at all, instead she lay cuddled up in her bed and whimpered to herself most of the night. A little beside the roll, she went to the mixer. A banana shake, a vanilla shake, a chocolate shake and a cup of milk with honey for the host ... wait a minute. She paused. Landlord? There was something? Suddenly she was startled, it seemed as if she had only just woken up again. The blue eyes filled with tears. Vegeta felt a shiver down his spine.


> Please, please, not again! Don't cry again! <


But that is exactly what Bulma did. It started with a pitiful sob, a hoarse sob afterwards and finally she cried quietly to herself.Sniffing, she gathered up plates and cups, rummaged through the refrigerator for something to eat, and put everything in a mess on the small wooden table next to the stove. Then she sat down at the finished place setting and picked up the spoon for the cornflakes. She was trembling. Trembled all over. Tears still ran down her cheeks. After a few bites, she put the spoon down and just stared in front of her, lost in thought. Yes, the table was really well loaded with all sorts of odds and ends. That went from biscuits and rolls (in Lower Germany they are also called rolls or rolls) to jam, jam, butter and a number of other spreads to sausage and half a roasted pig that she had found in the freezer. Enough to feed an army ... or Vegeta.


The prince watched his wife's goings-on for a while. She cried, cried, set the table and cried.He had seen many beings cry in the past, crying in pain or anger. But such crying, which was based solely on grief, he just didn't know that.


He wanted to get up, go to her and comfort her, but ... something was holding him back. Maybe the certainty that she would ignore him? Or the words of the strange Saiya-jin?


>> Why are you here prince? You shouldn't be here ... <<


>> Let me tell you one thing, Prince, you don't belong here anymore, you have to come with us! <<


So he just stayed with his arms crossed on his couch and watched Bulma.




Ding-dong! Bulma raised her head in amazement. Who rang the bell at this early hour? (Early in the sense of the letters: 11.00) Vegeta grumbled and watched as she got up and staggered to the door, because the movements couldn't be described as walking and opened it slowly. She let out a high-pitched scream, but it wasn't a scream of horror, more like one of the friends.With her hoarse voice, however, it sounded more than strange. Vegeta involuntarily had to draw the comparison to a squeaking piglet at the butcher's.


"Goku!"


"Kakarott!" Came the growling from the couch. Vegeta made a face. As if he didn't already have enough problems, this evil also appeared in the red combat suit. Red? The prince looked in amazement at his former archenemy, who entered the house with downcast eyes. He was wearing a black suit, not a single other - cheerful - color appeared on him. Bulma looked at him. Her eyes widened.


"You ... you ...", she stuttered, "aren't you coming to pick me up ... are you?"


Son-Goku raised his eyes and met her eyes. He sighed.


"I thought you and Trunks ... and Bra would have an easier time if ... it wasn't in such a big circle."


"I'm sorry, honestly!", He added hastily, "I should have been faster. For once he was in a good mood ... and that with him ... I said watch out!but ..."


He got no further because he was interrupted. From Bulma. She suddenly threw herself into his arms, forcing him to be silent.


"It hits 13! BULMA!"


Vegeta had jumped up. He didn't like his wife crying in another man's arms. Something like jealousy. And of all things Kakarott! The two, however, did not seem to notice him. Bulma cried and Vegeta could have sworn that Goku stole a single tear from the corner of his eye too.




Half an hour later, the current residents of the CC were in the entrance area. They all had their heads bowed and they all wore black without exception.


"Will someone explain to me who died? And am I right in assuming that you don't want to take me with you?"


Remain silent. The five slowly left the building and boarded the plane provided.


"I take that as NO! Get rid of it!Get out of here! I do not care!"


Boiling with rage, he watched the plane, which soon disappeared on the horizon, and threw the door shut with a loud clang.


Minutes later there was a muffled roar through the CC, followed by some furious screams, a few times the floor trembled slightly. The usual symptoms when anyone has been using the GR.




Freshly showered and somewhat exhausted, Vegeta settled back down on his new regular seat, the couch. He tipped his head back and stared at the wall. What was going on here? He didn't know how many times he was asking himself this question, but it didn't matter. Sighing, he picked up the newspaper, which was lying on the table as always, and scanned the headlines.


Volcanic eruption, meteorite impact, insect invasion, conflagration and the resignation of a politician. Nothing world-shaking. But hold on. Murder. Interesting. Vegeta began to read the article a little more carefully.







The moon shone through the window into the hall-like room. The trees in front of the house rustled softly. The clouds raced across the sky like single feathers. Two nights had passed since the letters began to remain silent. Vegeta had come to terms with the fact that no one spoke to him. Mmh, he had to, he couldn't change it anyway. Not him, just Dende. A floorboard creaked under his feet, gave a long, hoarse groan. It didn't bother him. The letters would surely find some absurd excuse. Because that's what they always did, power of habit.


If someone from the outside had watched the house carefully all night, he should have noticed the lightning that appeared from time to time behind one of the many windows. A brief flash, nothing more. As in a signal from