... he has respect for grandma's scrubber ... "




Piccolo was already on his way home long ago ... Trunks had had his lunch ... Bulma had come to an agreement with her father ... Vegeta had calmed down from his experience with the principal ... At least until he noticed that someone in particular wasn't home ... "Hey Bulma! Where's Bra?" You could say a lot about Vegeta ... he was moody, sometimes really malicious, brutal ... but he loved his little daughter more than anything . "She's next door at the Rumils ... visiting her friend ..." Vegeta acknowledged this answer with a grumble. He preferred to have his little one with him ... but he also saw that she needed her freedom. She could certainly take care of herself ... after all, she was a Saiyan!Well ... half a. But a whole princess! And so he didn't bother ... If Bulma didn't ... then why should he? But for once he should have been worried ...




Bra was really just next door to her friend's. But with the extensive grounds of the Capsule Corporation, 'next door' also meant a distance of about 500 meters. Actually still not much ... but in the semi-darkness and for a five-year-old girl ... in any case, Bra, like her parents, wasn't worried. This area was as quiet and peaceful as it could be. And so the little one whistled happily when she was on her way home. She had pizza from her friend's mother in her stomach, an invitation to a weekend birthday party in her pocket, and a cozy evening with Dad was still ahead of her. He would definitely read her a story ... or play with her ... She hadn't even been able to test her new make-up case!Surely Papa would join in ... Bra couldn't understand why her brother was sometimes downright afraid of Papa. There can be no better and friendlier person than Papa! She also loved walking around here in the dark. Only a few street lamps provided some light ... There was a kind of thrill ... hard to describe, this feeling ... kind of like adventure. But knowing that she was actually completely safe, she felt this tension ... and maybe even a little fear ... it was pleasant. She was in a good mood until she suddenly bumped into someone ... It was, well, the guy was still a bit young for a man ... but he wasn't a child either ... It was a tough guy, maybe 17 Year old. And he wasn't alone either ... he had two buddies with him who trotted after him like loyal dogs. You could see them panting right away ... all three didn't necessarily look like they were singing in the church choir.On the contrary. More likely in the prison choir. "What have we here?!" the guy asked, stepping into the glow of a street lamp. He was wearing a worn denim jacket with a patch on the left breast pocket saying 'I'm from hell' ... Bra thought nothing of it at first and wanted to answer something, but the other one was already talking ... "Hey little one ... yours Brother is the friend of the green bastard, isn't he ?! " with that he poked Bra roughly in the side. She squeaked and rubbed the sore spot ... That would probably leave a bruise. "Stop that ... that ... I'll tell papa!" The three older ones just laughed. What should such an old limestone bar be able to do ?! The two friends of this idiot didn't seem particularly bright either ... They just stood there and stared stupidly. Apparently they were just something like the watchdogs of the first one, so you don't need too much intelligence ... "Is he his friend or not ?!" This time he pushed Bra, she stumbled backwards and landed on her butt ... at the same time she squeezed the still existing tail ... "Ouch!If you mean Trunks and Piccolo ... Yes, they are friends ... "She sobbed, and a few tears rolled from the corner of her eye." Why not like that ?! The green bastard beat up my little brother today ... Something like that scratches the family honor, you know ?! Tell your brother that I am expecting him and his friends tomorrow after school at the quarry pond ... If he prefers not to come, then I will mix YOU up, sure?!?! "He gave Bra another nudge in the side before walking away ... She waited until the three of them could no longer be seen or heard before she got up. She brushed the dirt off her skirt and T -Shirt ... at the same time she noticed that she had opened her elbow. And she realized that she was still crying. Angrily she wiped away her tears ... Under no circumstances could her father see her like that, he would freak out! That would be a disaster ... She remembered vividly what had happened when a boy in the sandpit had stolen the shovel from her.She didn't need the theater a second time. So she waited until she had calmed down, then wiped the blood from her elbow with a handkerchief ... and made up her mind. Papa and Mama were not supposed to find out about what had just happened here. She would have to talk to Trunks ... but her brother would definitely not be telling her parents if she asked him to. Her brother was strong ... almost as strong as Papa ... he was sure to sort it out and put these idiots' heads back! With this thought, and a feeling in her stomach that was no longer so weak, she covered the rest of the way home ...




The next morning at school ... Bra had spoken to him last night. Trunks was so pissed off ... "... and then that ass threatened her that he would beat her ... if we weren't there!" Goten and his brother Ice were almost as angry as Trunks. Assaulting a little girl ... if it was actually about her big brother ... no, it was only about a friend of the brother!Those wretched cowards! Goten looked very determined. "Don't worry Trunks ... the two of us will be there! Or Ice?" Ice also made a very bellicose impression ... "Well, logo! After school we will pick up Piccolo ... he is sure to be there too ... Then God mercy! "A brief moment passed ... You could literally see the question marks over Goten's head ..." What does Dende have to do with the whole thing? "The other two were almost knocked out ... Could then a single person ... sorry, half-saiyajin ... be so stupid ?! In this regard, Goten was just like his father. During a fight he developed something like intelligence ... even quite a bit of it, his tricks were feared by his friends, but woe betide you had to do with him in everyday life ... He could really drive you to despair! "Goths ... you are and will always be a fool!" Trunks said casually. "Why? Dende is still God, isn't she?" So much stupidity must actually hurt ... the other two went back into the classroom.Goten followed them and shouted "Hey! Did I say the wrong thing?" Trunks was tempted to answer him, 'No ... but what stupid! ', but then left it. He would then probably have to also explain this remark ...




Almost exactly six hours later, the four boys reached the lake in question ... As suspected, they didn't have to talk Piccolo for long. A joint fight ... and one for a good cause, so nobody could seriously object to it ... that had something! That would be a lot of fun! But again the voice of reason spoke out of Ice and brought Piccolo back down to earth ... "Don't forget people ... Just strike very gently! The guys can't take much ... and we don't want anybody." bring the corner! "-" Och menno ... "Piccolo didn't like the Gadanke at all, having to hold back. Ice tried to calm him down ... "Don't worry. You're going to have fun like that ... and with a bit of luck we'll all be home before dinner!""-" I don't eat! "The Namek hissed dangerously. The others had to giggle ..." When you babies are done with the monkey show ... then we'd like to beat you green and blue! Oh sorry! You're already green ... spinach gnaw! "The four of them had been so busy with their jokes that they didn't even notice the group of nine young people who had approached them from behind. Instead, they all winced now ... and then relaxed again. That was it only nine ready-to-serve cream puffs! Filled with hot air, and nothing else! Piccolo voiced this general opinion at the same time loudly ... "Are you the vermin that we should exterminate? We're talented exterminators ... "Any normal boy would have thought it extremely unhealthy to talk like that with a city-wide youth gang who were known for their violence. But Piccolo wasn't a boy ... and certainly not a normal one ."Now watch out, you green worm! Nobody ... NOBODY! Attacks my little brother! And certainly not such a freak like you!" Wait ... WHAT did Piccolo dislike? Insults and big idiots. And here we had true examples of both ... "Look out! Otherwise I'll promote you and your big mouth ..." Goten tried to reassure his younger Namekian friend. "Piccolo ... take it easy! Remember, we shouldn't seriously injure her ... and certainly not kill her!" He held the meanwhile pissed off Piccolo by the sleeve ... Goten almost thought the sleeve would tear .. But it held and Piccolo was quickly under control again. This self-control, however, was misunderstood by the other group, whose members were all considerably older than our friends ... "Oh look!" their leader shouted mockingly "The little babies must have their pants full! Hush, hush to Mama!Get fresh diapers! “His buddies thought it was hilarious, and laughed at each other.“ It's time we teach these salmon bags a bit of behavior, ”Trunks stated dryly, and his friends nodded. Without warning the others ... Why? Finally had challenged them to fight ... the four junior fighters went on the attack. The fight lasted less than 30 seconds ... a few punches here ... a few kicks there ... and the market was gone. And the youngsters Thugs had run AWAY. Our four friends sat by the lake for a while ... and laughed at those megalomaniac cream puffs that had been so stupid as to challenge them.




After just under an hour, they made their way home. In a good mood ... which suddenly evaporated when they saw the faces of their mothers. Bra, the very good girl, had BUT talked to her parents.