Hi!



so, I'll send the first parts again, because I think that many have not read the first parts at all, they are a bit boring and sad, but these are the "previous stories" so to speak, well, please write clerks ... .Yes???

so, until the next part (when it gets a little more exciting, I promise !!!)



"jn speaks"> jn remembers something spoken <* jn thinks * ^ jn speaks in the hereafter ^







Bulma and Vegeta in paradise





1. The paradise of infinity



* Back then, it was so horrible, I thought I was all alone in this world, so alone ...

But now I know better, I'm not alone, no, I have a lot of friends, friends who don't just stare at my money ... or better ... have stared.

When that blow came, I was scared, very scared, everything, every single second ran like a film that was held right in front of my eyes, a film that ran and ran, but suddenly tore.The crack came out of nowhere and I felt a great emptiness again, a bigger one than ever before. So big that I can't even describe it. I enjoyed a lot of things in this film, but also regretted a lot. I cursed my behavior and all of my behavior in silence, and yet I was very satisfied, satisfied with myself. With the world. With my babies. Yes, I even missed HIM and at the same time I was very proud.

At first I thought about what he's doing now, whether he's mourning, whether he's taking advantage of it, or whether he hasn't even noticed my disappearance. But the latter was impossible. No, this could not be. He was still sitting on the bed, next to me, I felt his aura, I felt his warm hands, which can also be so cold, even though I hadn't even seen him. He tried to tell me something, but I didn't hear him, just felt. And although I couldn't hear him, I knew what he was saying to me, which he most likely whispered reverently in my ear: "I love you, even if I never showed it, I love you" and "don't leave me".I believed him, every word, because I knew and still know what he felt for me. I can still remember his hands very well, his big, huge paws, his face, with the ears that protrude far too big, every little scar on his tanned face, the dangers we went through together, on the good and the bad days.

And then I remember my little baby, the cute little grimace with the purple hair, the infinitely blue eyes, this body that all women turned towards, these fighting skills that he inherited from his father, but this ever-present shyness Towards people with whom he did not fight, yes, although he would never admit it, he was very shy around women, my little son, different from his sister, who wanted to bring in a new one every day. *

A smile spread over the slowly smoothing face.The blue, infinite eyes, even more infinite than those just thought of, shone. Was it tears? Or was it joy? If there were tears, what kind of tears were they? Happy or Sad?

The mouth was still a little slack, but it pulled up in a smile. The wrinkled face smoothed more and more, the hair of the woman who was standing there, which must have been beautiful once, well, these long, straight hair slowly turned from a light white to a dark gray and then you could see some turquoise strands in between .

* Yes, yes, my little daughter. What is she doing now? I would love to see her again, but not until later, not now, not yet. It was too early for her. She should first have a wonderful life, then she will come back to me, he will come too and it won't be too long with him, I have a feeling and my feeling has never betrayed me about him, never.So, it won't do that now either. But ... soon I'll know, soon. I just don't know what to do so long ... *

^ What should I do? ^

That voice that appeared came out of nowhere, it sounded hollow and muffled, but it wasn't scary. When the woman heard the voice she almost sagged, it was as if only a few strings were holding it. But the woman, now without wrinkles, without the slightest blemish, with knee-length, turquoise hair was standing upright. Then, after a while, she sat down in nothing. She saw nothing, she felt nothing, the only thing she could hear was this voice.

^ Just wait, you know what's going to happen to you. You may not think you know, but you know, deep down inside you, you know. You know everything now that the time has come ... ^

The woman nodded silently. She knew She had known all along, only the explanation was so deep within her that she had to be reminded of it first.That was all. She knew everything. About paradise, about everything simple. And of course she also knew that someone would follow her soon, that was clear, wasn't it?

The time had come ... only she didn't quite understand that. She knew very well what time had come, but not why the time had come, not why now, why it hadn't come earlier, why so late. Before, she always wanted to know everything, so why was the time only now and then also when she couldn't tell anyone what it was about. She couldn't. But maybe every person had to recognize the truth for himself, everyone had a different life after all, so every person had to find his own truth.

The woman straightened up again, slowly, a little insecure, because she was afraid of something new, but in the end she stood up and no longer had any problems with it.

After a while the woman was just beautiful, so beautiful that it was indescribable, so beautiful ...
She knew it, self-confidently she stroked her hair and took an upright gait, straight, almost as if she had a stick in her back, she spread her arms and jumped, just like that, she jumped, with an elegant plunge.

She didn't know why she was jumping, it was just the time and how she knew that she didn't know either.

The whole nothing ran past her, she knew what was going to happen, but somehow again not, she just knew everything, but suddenly it was blown away again.

Nothing rushed in her ears, it was unbearable, but at the same time it was calming. It was, everything was in this nothing, like opposites, like Ying Yang.

The woman saw a light and tried to get closer and closer, but it seemed. As if it always stayed the same distance.

For a brief moment the woman closed her eyes. Only for a very brief moment, when she opened her eyes, did she see the green meadows coming closer and closer to her.She prepared for a hard impact, which is why she held her arms protectively in front of her face, although she knew that her arms couldn't do anything either.

Only when she was safely on the floor did she realize that it hadn't hurt at all, it was just as if she had slept and then woke up again at a different place. In a beautiful place, a meadow with the most wonderful flowers in the most wonderful colors, a brook that gave a faint rushing sound and in which small fish swam, tall and low trees that you could climb on and that were so thickly branched that you could build a bed or even a house up there with a few leaves and branches.

There were also bushes and you could hear some birds chirping, you could see mountains, hills, a lake, on the other side was an almost snow-white beach with a calm sea and beautiful shells, crabs, even with dolphins. Sharks would definitely swim in the back, but they would never harm anyone, because they didn't need anything to eat here, nobody needed that, not here, in this place.

The woman went for a walk contentedly, in these infinite expanses, in these expanses that ended nowhere, knowing that someone would soon follow, she was happy.







2. Burial of the dead body



* I think this is going to be the hardest day of my life, of my whole fucking life. *

The man with the black hair that stood on end for him straightened his black shirt, while another man with purple hair tied a tie on him. "Trunks, be more careful.", The man admonished the other and Trunks, even still deep in grief, reprimanded himself. "Sorry," he muttered, but the man didn't take it at all.

He went to the bed, picked up his jacket and buttoned it. "Come on," said Trunks, and touched his father's hand, who did not react as usual. Normally he would pull his hand away, yell around, but now he just let it happen, Trunks pulled him behind him, he just went with him, like a trance he waddled after him.

A woman was waiting by the door below. Her turquoise hair was tucked under a small, black hat and her body was in a black mini dress. Her red, weeping eyes were hidden under a thick layer of make-up and a tear ran down her cheek. Trunks took her slowly in his arms.

"Don't cry, sister ..." he muttered and then "Come on!" he took the girl in the middle and she supported her father, at the same time she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. There was a car in the parking lot and one was just pulling away.

"Son Goku. Chichi.", Trunks said and politely shook their hands. "Son Goku turned to the man." You, Vegeta, now, you know, I'm sorry, I mean, I miss her too! ", but the person addressed didn't respond at all.

Son Gohan, Videl, Mr Satan, Boo, Son Goten and Pan got out of the car that had just started, all dressed in black, like the others.

The otherwise callous Mr. Satan held back a lot, he didn't say a word, not even attempts to encourage him came from his side. "The others are at the cemetery," said Gohan and you could tell that it was difficult for him to speak.

That was the keyword and everyone gets into the cars.

At the cemetery stood Kuririn, C18, Marron, Piccolo, Dende and Popo. Also Yamcha, Oolong, Tenshinhan, Chao-Zu and Pool. A short bald man in a robe came up to Vegeta.

"Um, you are the man, aren't you? I am the pastor, on behalf