out back then. And now this mirror was blind. The otherwise radiant surface was covered with a milky white, similar to clouds of mist. Why? Why did a normal mirror go blind for no reason? Reluctantly, she took a few steps closer to him. The mirror showed a dark shadow on its surface.


> Nice! ", thought Bulma," So he's not blind after all. " The figure in the mirror moved slowly towards her. Yes, her reflection. A good half a meter in front of the silver-plated glass surface (that's right, isn't it?) She stopped.Something deep inside told her that this mirror wasn't showing her. She raised her right arm. The figure did the same. She raised her left arm, same reaction in the mirror. However, the picture seemed to clear up with every second, the contours became clearer, the outlines clearer and so did the movements. Suddenly Bulma clasped her hands on the back of her head, expecting her likeness to do the same and paid no more attention to the subtle difference. Suddenly her reflection did not move an inch. Your reflection? Irritated, she dropped both arms. The figure in the mirror didn't move. Instead, Bulma could see more and more subtleties. And that much was certain. THAT was NOT YOUR reflection. A black head, a well-toned body and a look that said so much like "Well? Now you're stunned, aren't you?"


Coughing more than breathing, Bulma let out the air between her teeth and stumbled back a few steps.The mirror figure grinned ... and immediately dropped to its knees.


"Ve ... Vegeta ..." she breathed. "How ... and even better ... uh ... what ...?"


Vegeta didn't let her finish.


"Hello, Bulma, how are you? Do you still have water in you at all? As much as you have been crying in the last few days, probably not, eh?"


Bulma remained silent and stared in disbelief in the mirror. Mirrors showed what was happening around them, but Vegeta, her husband, was clearly IN the mirror. She turned around. Nothing, not a big figure standing behind her who made fun of fooling her. But opposite her he was truly and in person ... IN THE MIRROR!


> Bulma, you are crazy, you see ghosts! ... in the truest sense of the word <


"If you now think that you have lost your mind ... uh ... that you have lost even more mind than is already the case, I can only strongly advise you to get rid of this thought.You didn't get any crazier! Much more, a few special friends have explained to me how to talk to you. "


Vegeta. Clearly. Nobody could imitate these kinds of "compliments". It must actually be the prince who was speaking to her.


"Why don't you come out of there?"


As if in response, his brows drew together like two black caterpillars.


"If I get OUT of here, you won't see me anymore. I've noticed that in the last three days. What do you think, why you have been so cold so often?"


"That was you?"


Confident nod in the mirror. "Bingo. I am now something like your measly earth moon. I just reflect life through the mirrors, just as the moon reflects the living rays of the sun, which, however, become cold and no longer give off any warmth."


Bulma's eyes filled with tears. Staggering, she went to the mirror, pressed her palms against the cold surface and tried to feel something somewhere. Nothing.Nothing at all.


"Are you even listening to me? I just said that I'm not warm!"


"Do you stay here?"


Vegeta's gaze darkened. He bowed his head.


Suddenly the mirror went blind again, the shadow disappeared. Bulma watched sadly. Now he was gone. (Yes, we all know by now that he's Veg!) An icy shiver crept down her spine. The picture cleared again. She smiled. Now her favorite mirror showed not only her, but Vegeta as well. He stood behind her and had gently put his arms around her.


"I have to go. I was only here because I didn't really notice the whole thing in the arena. And actually I just wanted to tell you that you're cute when you're grieving and when this guy goes to hell, I'll fry him up so much that he can hear and see, I promise.


Goodbye, Bulma. Take care of Vegeta, will you? The toddler can apparently see me, so if he behaves strangely again, get yourself a mirror!But now I really have to go! Tell Trunks and Bra that I love them and tell Kakarott that it would be best for him to give up training. Much too slow reflexes!


Take care! See you soon!"


With these words he turned and headed for the exit. Seconds later, his body seemed to have vanished into thin air. He was gone. Bulma slumped in front of the mirror. Vegeta had actually gone to the trouble just to say goodbye?


"You slob! I still don't understand why I fell in love with you ... and I still love you ..."


Apart from her whisper, no sound broke the silence of the abandoned attic.








"Good evening, Prince. Have you reached your destination? Will you finally come with us now?"


"Shut up, Krohla! I've never seen a male Saiya-jin who talk more than a woman ... until I met you."

Krohla was silent. Vegeta wasn't the first to accuse him of talking too much. His question, however, remained unanswered. Instead, the prince now addressed the others.


"We can go. But first one more question: Why did you help me?"


A major Saiya-jin answered him. He had his back to Vegeta, the red coat flapping softly in the wind. "Very simple. First of all we wouldn't have gotten you out of here otherwise, the Lord of the Underworld would have fired us and the women would grumble again ... and secondly, you couldn't see how you were moping all day just because you couldn't say goodbye to this ... this earth woman. "He turned around. A silver ray of light fell on his face. "And besides, I wanted to cheer up my son!"


Silence. Vegeta stared at his father in disbelief. Why did he suddenly come with you? The white stone in the silver setting of the chain broke the light of the moon and painted veils of red, yellow, green, blue and indigo on the gray grass.The wind sang in the treetops and the willows swayed gently in the mild breeze. King Vegeta smiled as he looked at his son.


"What did you do? Such a strange hairstyle and such atypical clothes? You were too long on earth -"


“Shut up!” He grunted him with his fist. A big bump formed on the king's head. Small tears appeared in the corner of his eye. But Vegeta had to admit that he was right somewhere. He no longer looked like an elite Saiya-jin. More like ... well, like an Earthling. Anyway, there should be some weird guys walking around in hell. One more or less ...


"Can we finally?" He asked morosely. The small group rose silently into the air, especially Vegeta and the long-missing prince.


"Tell me, son, how did you actually die?"


"Is that any of your business?"


"Pure curiosity."


"Can't you even stop doing that?"

"Never."


"Never say never ... that brings bad luck!" (^ - ^)


Gripped by a tremendous surge of energy, the king found himself in the next bush. Vegeta grinned at his father.


"What ...? Why are you ... blonde?"


Grin wide.


"Tell yourself another time. Long story."


"Hey, are you guys coming ?!"


Krohla impatiently pointed to a light section of the dark sky. A small ball floated next to the circular opening.


"Hello, Uranai Baba. How are you?"


King Vegeta looked questioningly at his son. It seemed to him that the prince knew this old woman.


"Do you know her?"


Annoyed, Vegeta turned around. "Of course. I've been dead twice, you know?"


"Would you be so kind and come with me at last?" Asked the sister of the Turtle Lord impatiently. "I've got something else to do today!"


In silence one after the other stepped through the hatch between dimensions.A sea of ​​yellow clouds spread out on the other side.




The sun was high in the sky and shone with full force. A warm breeze blew across the wide meadow. It was a very pleasant day. A few narrow paths meandered through the lush green. Four figures slowly walked on one of these paths. A young woman, a small child, a man and a slightly older woman. The boy had a large bouquet of flowers in his arms and ran past the others, squeaking happily. He stopped at a 2 m high marble stone. He placed the bouquet on the edge of the stone in one quick movement and then, sighing, brushed the pollen from his blue shirt.


"Grandma! Are you coming?"


The older woman smiled and quickened her pace. A moment later she was standing next to the boy.


"Well, little one, should you read what's on it?"


Approving nod.


"Well, there is only one word there: Vegeta.That was your grandpa. Actually a very nice guy. Unfortunately he died almost nine months ago. "


The other two arrived at their place at the same time. The girl wore black and looked down. A tear dripped onto the parched ground.


"How can you be so happy here, mother?" She asked softly. Bulma smiled.


"I just know that he's fine. And besides, I read today that you probably caught the killer. It was an older fighter. Vegeta had defeated him earlier and made fun of him, like it just did his way is. You know that. The guy couldn't take it and wanted revenge. And he found it with the help of an iron club. Anyway, now you have him anyway and should I tell you? He had a heart attack yesterday died. "She grinned.


"What's going on? Why are you so happy?"


"Well, Vegeta promised me to make life hell for him once he was dead.Now he's dead and my husband is having fun. Everything in perfect order! "


"How do you know? Did he tell you that?"


"Yes."


Trunks and Bra looked at their mother as if Santa Claus was