at the lifeless body of Gohan, he becomes aware of a screeching woman's voice. "Ah !! My little Gohan !! What have they done to you? !!" Chichi screams hysterically and runs towards the heap of rubble on which her son is lying. Although she runs past Vegeta, she doesn't seem to have noticed him. Or had she deliberately not spoken to him because she wanted to see her son as soon as possible. But before she reaches him she is hit from behind with a bright lightning-like ball of energy and is knocked to the ground.Her hair, which she had tied in a bun on her head, opens and falls apart like a black fan. A black fan that will tear you down with you. At that moment there is another female voice behind him and he knew her better than anyone. It's Bulma, her clothes and her face are dirty. "Chichi, what is the matter with you ?!" she calls out to the one lying on the ground and wants to run towards her. Bulma suddenly stops, is about on the same level as Vegeta, but she doesn't notice him. She looks in his direction, but looks through him. "Hey Bulma! What's going on here ?!" Vegeta speaks to her now. But she doesn't answer him. She's still staring at the spot behind him. She seems to have heard some noise there because she pauses and listens intently. After a while she takes a step back and her gaze falls to the right again to the Chichi lying on the ground. Now she realizes that she still wanted to come to her aid and continues to walk towards her.Suddenly the concrete block behind Vegeta burst and a small figure leaps out of the rubble. "There you are! You are the last one!" the petite figure grins and flicks away like an arrow in Bulma's direction. The figure gets to grab Bulma by the neck, drag her along and press her body into the wall of a house. Bulma then spits blood and coughs. Tears gather in her eyes as she looks the figure in the face. Vegeta goes after the two of them with trembling knees and calls to the figure "Let go of her immediately!" to. But this one does not seem to have heard him. Vegeta takes to hurry in front of her to help but suddenly he is rooted to the spot. He's not going anywhere. His legs are frozen and to top it all off, his voice is now failing. He wants to throw various threats at the figure, but the words stick in his throat. "You were just too reckless." he hears the figure say to Bulma. With these words, the figure continues to squeeze Bulma's throat.Bulma drives her fingernails into his upper arm, draws a bloody trail along his muscular bare arm, and gasps for air. "It'll be over in a moment. Be grateful, I won't let you suffer long, Bulma." grins the figure that Vegeta now looks familiar. The figure even knows Bulma's name. Who is this? He is different from the other two dark figures. It is much smaller, more agile and nimble. He also doesn't wear earrings. But his grin that thirsts for blood is the same. Bulma drops her hand on the figure's arm and lets it dangle lifelessly. "Oh, already over? Mh ... I don't know, but whatever I touch .. will break." the figure speaks calmly and with a strange grin. He lets go of Bulma and she falls lifeless to the ground. Vegeta feels how her aura disappears and with wide eyes he stares at Bulma who lies lifeless in the dust. Blood drips from the corner of her mouth and her long hair falls silky over her body.He would never hear her scold him again. He would never hear her laugh again. She's dead. "Now don't look like that! That's pathetic !!" the figure who is still standing in front of Bulma's corpse speaks to him. "What ?! Is he talking to me ?!" Vegeta looks scared at the figure standing with its back to him. Should this person be the only one who notices him here? Can see him? It has to be like that, otherwise he wouldn't speak to him. Vegeta looks around briefly to see if there is anyone else who could be referring to the figure in front. No, there was nobody else there. You were all alone. Only he, this mysterious figure and the wind that whistles more strongly than before through the deserted streets. When Vegeta turns back to the figure, it seems to him that he is now seeing him a little more closely and even recognizing who he looks like. "But .. that .. that can't be ..." he whispers confused. "Yes! Believe it!" it comes from the figure icy cold.Vegeta feels cold when the voice begins to sound familiar to him. "After all, it was your own words, remember?" the figure asks him now and laughs. "Do you know why people are so weak?" the figure asks him devilishly. Vegeta holds her breath. "Because they have feelings!" he hangs on and looks back at Vegeta over his shoulder. Red eyes, thirsting for the blood of others, sparkle at him. The crooked, nasty grin seems to mock his whole existence and to say how weak he has become. And now Vegeta recognizes the face and he turns pale as chalk. He knows that face well, very well. Because it is his. "No!" Vegeta stammered, took a few steps back and stumbled over something behind him. The figure in front of him that he now recognizes as himself breaks out in roaring laughter. Vegeta gets up again and starts to run. Away, just gone. Away from yourself.And the calamity that he had brought into this world. "No! How can that be ?!" he gasps and just keeps walking. Further into the unknown. The mocking laughter of his other ego could only be heard from afar. What had happened here? Had he done all of this? What's going on Suddenly the ground breaks under his feet and he falls. "No! What did I do ?! No!" it comes from him stunned without noticing that he falls into an abyss.

"No! Nooo !!" he cries out loud and looks into a bright, dazzling lamp that hangs above him on a dome-shaped ceiling. Wide-eyed Vegeta stares into the light above him. He is bathed in sweat and the tracksuit sticks to his body. After a while he exhales with relief and relaxes his body. "No, not again!" he whispers, remembers the dream from just now and closes his eyes with a sigh. For days, no weeks, he had been tormented by dreams of this kind.It was a kind of dream, which he also had on earth, the night he came back from his spontaneous excursion into space and Bulma had sat next to him all night. That was when his nightmares began.



11. The madness of loneliness

Vegeta had pulled herself up and dragged herself into the shower. He was tired, although he had slept for around 3 hours, as he could read from the digital clock on the control panel. He enjoys the cold water on his sweaty body and tries to forget the dream he had earlier. Like every time he dreamed such crap about the end of the world. But pushing all that away and all the attempts to forget it seem to have been in vain until now. You keep coming back. Vegeta is already wondering whether these dreams might be a sign of an event that would only happen in the future. Should these dreams be not just figments but omens? Vegeta bows his head and watches the water running down the drain.He didn't feel good about these dreams. For the reason that he is always the only survivor and the murderer of the others. He leaves the shower cubicle and goes into the bedroom just as his god made him. After all, he's alone here, so he can run around as it suits him. It will not bother anyone if he walks naked through the spaceship. As he puts on some fresh clothes, he glances at the clock on the bedside table. The time does not apply to this planet on which it is currently located, but it is now half past two in the morning on Earth. "Now she's sleeping calmly." it occurs to him and quickly shakes off the thought of Bulma. He had only flown into space to be able to train and not have to face her all the time. But for some time now he has often caught himself thinking of her. He wonders what she's doing right now, who is getting on her nerves or which salesperson in her favorite boutique is pulling the last nerve.He picks up the calendar that is folded up on the small table on the wall and turns the pages. According to the date shown on the clock, it should now be February 12th. Unbelievable how long it was since he left earth. Almost exactly 3 months ago he had left Earth's orbit and left it all behind. He has already repressed and forgotten the pain he believes he felt at the time. Just like he forgot the time. It seems to him that he has only been wandering through space for a few weeks looking for a suitable place to train. It is already 3 months that surprises him very much. He puts the calendar down again and goes to the upper part of the ship. First he thinks about whether he should start the next training session or, better still, go outside. After thinking for a moment, he comes to the conclusion that he can still train enough with increased gravity when he is on his way to the next planet and opens the exit hatch.The thunderstorm that came down a few hours ago has cleared and the orange sun is shining from the greenish blue sky. Vegeta stretches and inhales the fresh air. How peaceful could it be when nobody is there who annoys you? Constantly haunted and complained with you? But as good as he felt in this silence, something seemed to be missing. It's so damn quiet and deserted where he parked the spaceship. In the 3 months of his journey he had not met any form of life, apart from all the cattle from the most diverse planets. In between, he admits, he already missed Bulma's constant moaning and bitching. Her screeching voice when something doesn't fit or when something doesn't go as she wants it to. Her aura that either flared dangerously with anger or flickered lost with pain and grief. "What has become of me ?!" he tears himself from the memories of her.Had he got so used to the Earthlings around him that he missed them now? "Mh ... I just got too soft!" he now grins at his reflection in a puddle. "Wait a minute! The 12th!" suddenly occurs to him. “There was something with the 12th!” He ponders hard. "Exactly!" a light dawns on him. In a