echoed in Shinichi's ears unusually loudly, although it was barely noticeable to less excited people. * Calm down, * he admonished sternly.* You have already done that 1000 times! * So cheered, the young detective crept down the long, dark corridors. A voice recognition system was quickly outwitted and further security measures were not apparent for the desired room, so Shinichi padded slowly in and switched on his flashlight to find his way around. To his delight, he found the plane in its natural - i.e. unencapsulated - form. Hopefully Bulma had not yet found the time to destroy any traces.

After a thorough inspection, Shinichi realized that the aircraft had only been decapsulated but not yet examined. Bulma was sure to have more than enough to do with all of her other duties. So it was also possible for the detective to come to the conclusion that he had been wrong. It wasn't Bulma who tried to kill her assistant. Rather, he was the one who, with full consciousness, had conjured up the misfortune."What a turn of events ..."

"Indeed."

Startled, Shinichi whirled around to the owner of the voice and even if the flickering light hadn't blinded him, he would have known who it belonged to.

"What are you sniffing around here, little one? Shouldn't you have to lie in bed and sleep long ago?" Joshu's blue eyes had taken on a darker shade and radiated something unnatural.

"Um ..." Shinichi couldn't think of anything suitable and the fact that he had got lost again would definitely not be believed. "Well ... well ..." Shinichi swallowed dryly. How was he supposed to get out of there?

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"So you're giving up?"

How she hated that stupid grin! "No," Bulma replied calmly. "I just came to the conclusion that one day of withdrawal is enough. Besides, I didn't commit to a specific number of days, did I?"

"Not that, but what kind of punishment is a single night?"Vegeta didn't even think about letting this perfectly presented situation simply pass by unused." I also came to an insight. Namely, that I was really unfair and that the punishment you imposed on me was far too short ... I deserve at least two more days. "It was quite exhausting, even for the Saiyan, not to burst into laughter at the sight that Bulma was seeing. Her complexion had lightened a few shades, her eyes flashed angry and if he tried hard enough, he could I am sure to hear the rattling noises of her upstairs room, which was downright overwhelmed in the desperate effort to create an emergency exit out of this seemingly hopeless situation.

But Bulma was not someone who gave up so easily. And even if it cost her another sleepless night, she had her pride too.

She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, Vegeta could read a determination in them that caught him off guard."I think you're right," she said easily, choosing the provocative words deliberately. "Yes, now that you mention it again ... Right, two days ... no, we'd better say three ... You really weren't nice. And what will happen if we're already so careless? three more days. See you then ... Ciao. "With that she turned around, only when she stood with her back to her companion did she allow the small smile to spread.

"Wait!" Vegeta yelled before he got himself under control again. How did she keep getting back in control? He wouldn't get through three more nights without her, he would lose his mind ... So he also had to find out how she had made herself so indispensable within a very short time. ~ Don't you agree that these three days are for you ... ~ He left the sentence hanging in the air, incomplete. There was nothing more he could do for her.

~ Why did we switch all of a sudden?Afraid of being heard? ~ Bulma teased while still standing with her back to him.

"Scared ?!"

"It's okay," she muttered, turning around. She didn't want to irritate him any further now that she had everything she wanted. ~ You held me up a lot ... ~

~ Will I be punished for that too? ~

~ Of course ~, Bulma whispered into his mind. ~ What did you think? ~

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"Did you send the warning, Fynn?"

"Of course! But the Tokyo police will hardly feel responsible for this ..."

"I'm not so sure about Miyako ... Anyway, let's get down to work!"

Jeanne crept into the building on velvet paws, leaving the anxious Fynn in the front yard. The green-haired angel sealed off the room in which she felt the negative energy so that Sindbad could not find the source. The fact that she was also blocking out all others who were able to read auras was an unfortunate state that she had not foreseen.

Meanwhile, the Wunderball (which worked through the power of the Lord and thus escaped Fynn's security system) led Jeanne's path and led her to an unlocked skylight (through which only a handful of people with their own flying skills were supposed to come).

The thief moved noiselessly away, looking for the source of the emitter. A strange feeling in the pit of the stomach increased the closer she got to the laboratories. A small Plexiglas window in the door gave insight and the sight made Jeanne's blood freeze in her veins.

A young boy hung in the rock-hard grip of a blond man who was obviously possessed.



Preview: will Jeanne be able to save Shinichi? Or will someone from the Z group have to intervene, can ...? How long will it take Vegeta to find out about Bulma's pregnancy?



Kaitou - thief

Shoujo - young girl
DKT - The Commercial Talent



Cut-outs

Bulma was torn. Could it be ... Was it really possible ...? Of course it was possible. The chances were pretty bad - which, as a math genius, she was only too happy to calculate - but what was it called? Everything is possible!

Director: You're already a millionaire. Do we share the lottery win?