Hi

Sorry, it took a while, but it wasn't faster. School has started again. -.- "

@ kruzifix: Your message from me in the form of an email will also come soon, but I have not yet gotten around to reading the huge part (* happy *) that you sent me. ^^ But as soon as I manage, I'll sit down and write to you.

That's exactly how I try to portray it. It wouldn't suit his character if he found Bulma somehow interesting or something - he only developed these "feelings" for her in DBZ much later. My FF should not be such a run-of-the-mill FF, where Bulma also meets Geta and they immediately fall in love. ^^ Hope I succeed.

THX for your commie. ^^

@ dragonclaw1988: Oh, a new reader. * direinenkenkschenk * I'm glad you joined us. ^^ I thank you for your coming and the praise. Go on. ^. ~

"Tito"

'Oh my god. I'm not building a weapon! I do not want to be to blame for the death of whole peoples. I'll refuse, 'Bulma thought, shocked, and nervously ran her hair through her hair.She was so stupid! She hadn't really noticed about the gun. Weapon. Death. Ruins, like on earth. And this time she was such a monster.

She couldn't, her life now stood against that of millions and millions of people ... or aliens, she couldn't let that happen.

"You don't seem so sure of your thing anymore, do you? Build it, otherwise it's your turn. You already said you can do it, so prove it," the other Sayajin asked and pointed with a finger outwards.

"Go and come back only when you are finished. If anything is, then turn to the other workers, you will only get death from us, is that clear?" Shouted the scientist with the print angrily and shooed get them out. Totally confused and sad, with even less hope and one more problem, Bulma left the office and mingled with the crowd with her blueprints.

Now she first had to find someone who spoke her language.Everything had gone so damn stupid for her. It couldn't get much worse.

"Hello? You there," she addressed a somewhat human looking guy. He paused for a moment and looked at her blankly. When Bulma tried to address him again, he began to speak in strangely choppy syllables that sounded so strange that she shook her head and walked away.

She had been wandering around in this huge hall for two hours now, was jostled by someone every 30 seconds and had not yet met anyone who could have even come close to talking to her.

Sadly, she walked around and her gaze fell on a door that looked like an exit. She wanted to let go of a cry of joy when it actually opened. She quickly slipped through the opening and closed the door behind her again.

She was now in another room. The light was sparse and she couldn't see much.She explored the room and discovered another door. As she slowly felt her way forward, she bumped into something hard that was hanging on the wall. It was a kind of cot. The room was full of these things, as she found out now and Bulma assumed somewhat disappointed that she was here in a kind of bedroom.

Then she walked towards the other door and opened it. Behind it, too, there was another room that was constructed similarly to this one. By now her eyes had got used to the low light and she kept looking around.

Everything full of these makeshift beds. This is where she would have to quarter for the near future. She ran her hand, lost in thought, over the thin sheet that was stretched over the cot and longed more than ever for her own soft bed.

Suddenly she was frightened. Bulma slumped and peered in the direction from which she thought she heard the sound. It was a soft pawing or slurping, also to be compared with lazy steps.She ducked behind one of the beds and listened.

She peeked out a little over the bed to get a better view. She didn't know if she should be happy when she realized that the someone who had entered wasn't a Sayajin. Carefully she tried to find out who it was. She couldn't make out the color of his skin in the dim light, but she was sure it wasn't human. The stranger came a little further into the room and then stopped. Bulma took a shallow breath and fought the increasing urge to just jump up and run away. Her throat was tight with fear. Then the being opened its mouth ... and she could actually understand it.

"Earth woman. You are here, come out," he asked. His voice sounded strange, but not angry, just infinitely tired and sad. But how did he know she was here? Shivering, she moved one arm to support herself on the cot, but then paused."Don't be afraid of me. I am not the danger," said the voice again. Bulma didn't know what to do. What if this guy lied and really wanted to kill her? But would he then wait for her to come out of hiding? No, of course not, he would lay the whole room to rubble and ashes. She had no choice.

Slowly she straightened up, not moving her gaze a bit away from the guy, she came out from behind the bed.

"Good," he nodded and took a step towards her.

"You speak my language?", Bulma asked the person opposite and walked around the bed.

"Yes. I speak many languages ​​that the people on earth are easy to understand," he replied, indicating the exit door. "Now come on, you mustn't be found here. The quarters are only intended for the senior workers," he said and waved her over.

Bulma hesitated a little closer. This guy was strange, but at least he seemed like the only friendlier one on this ship.As she got closer, she could see his person better and better in the dim light. It wasn't just big, as she had initially thought - it was very big. His skin was dark and his light greenish hair was a stark contrast to it. They came up to his shoulders. The stranger wore a long robe with wide sleeves, which pretty much everyone here wore.
When Bulma looked him in the face, there was no way she could tell how old he was. His features seemed timeless, not young, but not old either. His facial expressions were also relatively difficult for her to interpret - only this tiredness, which resembled despair, she could see in his face and his strangely shimmering eyes.

Step by step she came up to him and almost expected that he would be able to show his true colors at any moment. Maybe he didn't want to help her at all. But ... she had no other choice. If that was really the case, it wouldn't help her to hide, the guy was definitely a lot stronger than her."What's your name, earth woman?" She tore his voice from her thoughts.

"I'm Bulma Briefs ... and you?"

The two were now two meters apart.

"You won't be able to pronounce my full name. Just call me Tito."

“Hello, Tito.” Bulma smiled uncertainly. After a short pause and an irritated look, he imitated her behavior, smiled as well and said: "Hello Bulmabriefs."

"Only Bulma. Bulma is enough. Briefs is my ... my last name."

She didn't know whether Tito knew what a surname was and judging by the expression on his face that was also true, but that wasn't so important either.

"Come on now. You shouldn't be found here," said Tito, suddenly becoming serious. He pointed to the door she'd just come through. "We can continue talking outside. Otherwise there could be trouble."

When she was back outside, she was once again captured by the immense size of this "room" and she stared around, lost in thought.Immediately she bumped into someone and looked down.

Bulma had to keep from laughing because the person at her feet was hardly bigger than a 4 year old child and there was cackling indignantly incomprehensible stuff.

"Sorry ..." Bulma managed to press her lips together. The creature growled and narrowed its eyes. A bright gurgle came from his throat and one foot tapped the floor.

From behind she suddenly grabbed a strong hand and pulled it with her. Only when she had already caught her breath to nag at the person did she recognize Tito.

"You shouldn't mess with him. He's from the Schabrunn people, a pretty aggressive species. His appearance is deceptive," he explained in a calm voice, while he let go of her again.

"You seem to know your way around really well," said Bulma surprised and Tito smiled weakly.

"I've been here so long, I could name any race that works or has worked here on the ship."Then his face became serious again, as if a shadow had cast over it.

"Thanks for the warning. Next time I'll be more careful who I'm talking to." She tried to laugh, but failed.

A short time later, Tito stopped at another door and pointed to it.

"Here. This is the workers' quarter you belong in. It's not very cozy."

Bulma nodded slowly but made no move to go inside. A question was still burning on her tongue, and if she shouldn't ask it to Tito, who should?

"Why don't the Sayajins build their own things? Why all these workers, they could turn against them. Isn't that a danger?"

“Certainly not.” Tito laughed. "Believe me, you've already tried it. The Sayajins are not very intelligent creatures, there are much more educated peoples, but they are the stronger ones. We here," he made a sweeping gesture, "we're just their henchmen, not any Warriors, but scientists.We translate, research and build. You should know we're still good off. Many, including some of my people, have been sent to other planets to work. I would be surprised if even one of them lasted longer than 2 years. "His voice sounded bitter and that shadow crossed his face again.

At first, Bulma didn't know what to say. Could he do something with pity? Or would he not want it? So she was silent.

However, it would not have been necessary to say anything, because Tito went on all by himself:

"And now you have the earth under your control? It is one of the most beautiful planets I know."

Bulma swallowed. "Yes. We couldn't protect her."

"Who are we?" Asked Tito and Bulma looked up at him.

"Strong fighters. They were my friends - they all died trying to save the earth from the Sayajins."

Her eyes wet when she thought about Krilin and Gohan again ... They had been the only ones