the spoon, besides, his duel with this traitor Kakarott was still pending and revenge was always sacred to the Saiyajins. On top of that, Kakarott apparently believed he was better ... ER ... a simple, useless lower-class warrior who was worth no more than one of the miserable lives of these weak earth-dwellers.

A sarcastic laugh found its way out of his throat, echoed eerily on the walls and died away as quickly as it had sounded .... yes, he would show Kakarott who was the stronger here and then ... then he would wish they were never born ... just like all the other weak, pathetic beings that lived on this planet ...



Suddenly a violent jolt interrupted his thought processes and his very far-fetched fantasies burst like soap bubbles, faded like unprecedented memories while the generator, which regulated the force of gravity, finally died with one last howl.Vegeta, whose shoulders have now been completely unexpectedly relieved of the heavy "burden", could no longer stand on his feet and plopped like a wet sack on his buttocks, where he was stunned and sat with wide eyes. What was broken now? Confused, he looked around, but after the first few moments of shock, the astonishment gave way to an anger that spread rapidly within him and caused him to clench his fists threateningly. That could not be true! So he wanted to train in peace and what is it? That damn thing just gives up its ghost !! He hadn't even done anything ..... Cursing angry and incomprehensible sounds, he got up and tried to orient himself, tried to find the way out of the GR, but that turned out to be more difficult than expected, because it was pitch black. Visibly angry, he just ran off, hoping that he would find a wall and then feel his way outside and he was lucky.After a few meters he hit a wall, not exactly gently, and finally found the door. Impatiently he fingered the bolt, but it just couldn't be opened, so that Vegeta slowly but surely felt ripped off and made this understandable with a loud growl. That was definitely a shitty day, that much was certain, but what Vegeta didn't know was that the day was far from reaching its climax ....



Tired, Bulma snuggled deeper into the soft, fluffy blanket and sank back into her novel, which actually served more as a distraction from her problems than for entertainment. But now that she had been reading for a while, the book didn't seem so uninteresting and the world around her ceased to exist for a short time while she greedily absorbed line by line and processed at the same moment before new information came back flooded her head. But this state of complete calm did not last long, because too much had happened, which demanded her undivided attention as that she managed to concentrate on the content of a moderately exciting book, the end of which she knew anyway.And so, more or less forced, she put the thriller aside and devoted herself apparently very interested to today's television program, which she only read because she hoped to find a good film that she neither knew nor too sappy, too boring, too exciting or otherwise found in any way excessive. However, since a film that at the moment met their requirements had apparently not yet been released or was not currently on television, this possibility also ran into nowhere and the TV guide disappeared silently into a corner of the huge room. Bulma was now at her wits end, didn't know how to silence her thoughts and so she got up and left the room lost in thought, but without knowing why and where to go. She crept restlessly through the apartment, looking for something that apparently did not exist, perhaps would never exist and memories now again claimed a part of her mind, confused her and presented her with problems that loomed threateningly in front of her, she for hers brought inner peace.A desire that grew stronger from second to second spread through her and sighed, with her strength at the end she let herself sink to the floor against a wall, staring absent-mindedly into nothingness, as if she were just an empty shell without a soul. How much she would like to talk to her mother now, hear her squeaky voice and get upset about her barely understandable advice, but there was the problem: It sounded funny, but Bulma had only now noticed that her parents, well. ....Be away. Exhausted, she let her head fall on her knees and a faint sob came from her throat, echoed on the walls and soon died away to make way for another place. She was afraid, afraid for her parents and the panic began to stretch out her icy hands to her, to reach for her to take her away. She tried again, as so often today, to find a logical solution for the disappearance, but her parents would NEVER and this word hammered alarmingly loud in her head, drive away without saying anything ... never ... But maybe and on this tiny hope Bulma clung desperately, they had told her and she had simply forgotten, hadn't really listened ... but maybe something had happened to them and they were being held prisoner somewhere .. . maybe and this thought was the worst of all, were you already dead ..... this initially quiet, almost silent, stupid idea spreads in your head in a matter of seconds, filling you with a panic, which you more and more paralyzed, brought tears to her eyes, which soon found their quiet way to the bottom of reality.She felt so indescribably empty, so helpless, as if she wasn't really here, but was just observing the whole thing from one place.

Under all this chaos of emotions, the incident with her houseguest, who would probably change her whole life, was mixed up and suddenly a strange but at the same time incredibly strong longing spread through her, the longing to just disappear Problems running away from them, leaving them behind smiling .....

First a low, then increasingly louder whirring managed to tear her from her confused thoughts, for a moment displaced this terrible uncertainty and fear that seemed to hold Bulma captive and she looked around confused. In the next moment, completely unexpected, an indefinable bang echoed through the otherwise quiet house and the young woman emitted a low scream, while from one second to the next all the lights in the vicinity and in the CC went out .....
Fearful and trembling slightly, she pushed herself up against the wall and stared into the darkness that now extended around her, which seemed to encircle her and only the faint moonlight illuminated the opposite wall in front of her with a dull, dull light, at least shooed one away Part of the oppressive blackness. Completely disoriented, she tried hard to think from which direction she had come, but there was a shambles in her head and slowly the whole thing began to grow over Bulma's head. She just couldn't cope with all these problems on her own and she was now on the verge of simply sliding down the wall again and letting it all happen involuntarily. But there was still her fighting spirit, which spurred her on again and again when she was at the end, as it is now, and with difficulty she felt her way forward, tried almost in vain to stay on her feet while her thoughts wandered again Towards an unknown destination, just away from this cold, lonely and so complicated place that almost drove her crazy.Still completely absent-minded, she wandered on, not knowing where to go and it almost seemed as if she was looking for something that was hiding somewhere in this house. Soon she had explored every corner of the CC, except for the living room, which had apparently been her subconsciously determined destination, because as soon as she entered this room, she landed again roughly on the floor of reality, woke up from her trance. Confused, her gaze wandered around the room and something told her that it would only be logical if she first looked for candles in order not to live completely in darkness, because what good was it to stand in a dark room and over any Thinking about problems for which she couldn't find a solution anyway. She could do that later ... if it were necessary ...



Only gradually did her eyes get used to the blackness that still enveloped this room and only now did she recognize the faint contours of the cupboard she had been looking for and in which, judging by her memory, she would find the necessary candles.She quickly crossed the huge room, always careful not to stumble or run into something, when a sudden loud clang, followed by a sound that Bulma could not interpret with the best will in the world, made her freeze in shock and pause, while her heartbeat quickened from one second to the other, began to pound restlessly in her chest.

What was that? Her thoughts literally rolled over, whirled around and she felt a cold fear creeping up her back, spreading inside her and seeming to paralyze her. She strainedly listened to the silence that had now re-entered, which seemed to sink menacingly over the room, as if she hoped that she had only been mistaken and it seemed that was the case, because it remained quiet ..... maybe closed calm?

Just as she had calmed down a bit and pulled herself up to continue on her way, she saw something that made her blood freeze in her veins and sent an icy shiver down her back, so that the fine hairs on the back of her neck slowly stood up.A shadow. Clearly someone had walked past the living room door, but who? Rigid with fear, she didn't move a millimeter from the place, stared into the infinite blackness, as if she were waiting for something and an ever-increasing panic seized her, pumped adrenaline through her body and made her nervously chew on her lip. Again for a few minutes there was an eerie calm, where you could have thought that time had stopped and in which Bulma apparently did nothing but strain, but at the same time stare fearfully into the nothingness that was spreading in front of her. But even this deceptive