A shadowy figure in the dark. It looked like a woman. But what was she doing? A planet shrouded in complete darkness appeared behind her. Black everything black. No light...
There was a man standing next to this woman. Who is he? ... that is not...
Vegeta ... !! What are you doing with this woman?
Bulma's hands tried to find answers in the dark, but they flinched ... A bang. A blast. The light flickered across the dark outlines of the shadows. No! Vegeta ... no !! She screamed inside her.

Silence.

Bathed in sweat, Bulma startled. Thick beads of sweat dripped from her forehead. A sharp pain ran through her head and she doubled over. Next to her was Vegeta lying peacefully and with an innocent expression on her face. Her eyes wet as she gently stroked his cheek.
"Vegeta ..." she whispered uncertainly, as if it was still a dream.
* Why do I have these dreams? *
She got up drowsy and stumbled to the bathroom.But her circulation was unstable and she had to rest against the wall for a short moment.
At that moment Vegeta woke up and peeked at the wall on which Bulma was leaning. * This is the third time this week. What about her? * were his thoughts.

Bulma had recovered and ran down the hall to the bathroom to splash cool water on her face. Her skull pounded and she felt how her insides struggled against what she had experienced in the dream. This humiliation of this woman, this pain. What did all this mean?
When she looked in the mirror, Bulma noticed that Vegeta was standing in the doorway with a glass of water and looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't even hear you woke up." she stammered. He stepped closer to her and pressed the glass with the cool water into her hand.
"Drink! Otherwise you will fall over and I will have to carry you to bed!" he said in a strong voice that was filled with emphasis."I'm feeling better, don't worry. You never do anyway." she smiled at him.
"Pah!" he whispered. "I have to watch it for the third time, how you keep waking me up!"
Bulma held her head and tried to somehow hold her throbbing skull with counter pressure. Her eyes went black again and something slumped. Startled, Vegeta hurried to her and caught her before she could hit the ground.
"I just have a bit of a headache, nothing serious." she mumbles.
He noticed that she looked a little flabby and thinner than usual.
"Did you eat enough yesterday?" he said brusquely.
Her eyes sought his. His deep black eyes couldn't hide his worries.
"To be honest, the food has been falling short lately. My work on my new invention makes me forget everything. I'm sorry. I'll take a rest this weekend!" she replied a little weakened."Are you crazy?" he hissed at her, but it no longer reached her. Her circulation went limp and she sank lifeless in his arms.
Even if you couldn't tell by looking at it. He was worried. Big worries. Vegeta heaved Bulma up and carried her to bed.

Bulma slept deeply into the late morning. Trunks came into the room with a pot of tea and breathed "Good morning, mother!" into the ear. She opened her eyes and looked into her son's worried face.
She was startled: "What happened? Is it late? I still have to work a little."
"Nothing there! You won't do anything today, Bra made you breakfast and I'll check whether you ate it or not!" Vegeta called from the living room and came to the bed with his arms crossed. The serious look met Bulma and she realized that she couldn't defend herself against him. Trunks stood next to his father and didn't know why Vegeta was so serious.
"Are you feeling better again, mother?" asked Trunks.
"I just had a bit of a headache tonight.It's all right again, my son! "She replied.
Bra came into the room with a tray. The smell of freshly baked rolls was in the air.
"Here mom, everything for you! Also the newspaper and your milk."
"Thank you, dear!" but Bulma couldn't say more. Da ... A sharp pain pierced her, causing a painful throb. Vegeta saw how she doubled up in pain and that she was suffering. Only under what?
"Children, leave us alone! I have to pick a chicken with your mother!" he said and both children lowered their worried faces and left.
He sat on the bed next to her and put his hand on hers.
"What torments you? It's not just a headache. I've known you Bulma for too long!"
Vegeta's stare looked for answers in Bulma's eyes. She averted her gaze from him and bit her lip. Should she tell him?
No. This is their fight. A fight against the unknown.
Resolutely she said in a soft voice: "Vegeta, the invention has to be finished, that's just the stress.I'll eat something and I'll be fine! "
Bulma put her hand on his cheek to look more convincing. But Vegeta was not so easy to get rid of. A lightning flashed in his eyes and both of his arms grabbed her shoulder. Bulma felt himself tensing his muscles. He shook her a little, but not hard, but with a certain gentleness, and snapped at her:
"What's the matter with you? Tell me! I want to know now!"
Bulma struggled with herself. "Please believe me..."
But Vegeta's hands gripped tighter and his lips trembled. He felt her trembling and let the pressure ease again.
Was it perhaps his fault? Vegeta has been training hard lately, but has never been satisfied with himself and has often snapped at his family for no reason. Was that your concern?
"Okay ..." he replied, "you don't want to tell me, but you stay in bed with me today and you will eat something. Understood?"
"Yes!" she muttered.

Fresh spring rain pelted the window as Bulma gulped down her breakfast.She didn't feel so well because Vegeta poked her fingers from time to time and checked whether she was really eating. But somehow Bulma enjoyed his looks.

How long has it been since he cared so much for her? She felt what memories came up in her and the feeling of being loved rose from inside her.

"Well, go!" Vegeta grumbled from the door and pulled Bulma out of her thoughts.
She hopped out of bed cheerfully and stretched herself towards the ceiling.
"I'm in top shape again. The best thing to do is call my dad and bring him up to date with my invention." she smiled at him.
"As long as you don't work, I don't care!" and returned to his exercise room.

What tormented her? Why didn't she say anything to him? He asked himself these questions over and over again. Was it really up to him? Your own fault if you take a Sayajin prince as a man, he thought to himself. He noticed how heavy his steps felt. What was this woman always doing to him?Memories came up in him, too, and sped back to the time when they had both experienced so much. The feeling of warmth and security flared up in him. But Vegeta was also torn from his pleasant thoughts.

“Ouch!” Bra was lying on the floor, rubbing his head. "Your stomach is as hard as concrete, father!"
A feeling of pride overcame him and descended on Vegeta like honey. He smiled:
"You better watch where you're going, little one!" although it was his fault as well.
"Are you still going to Pan today?" asked he.
"Yes, I was planning to stay the night too, if you don't mind. Trunks wanted to visit Goten too. I think he wanted to tear up some women with Goten or something. Get me ready, see you father!"
Bra peeked again quickly to her mother's room and said goodbye.
When the front door slammed, Vegeta went down the hall.
"Those youth ..." he grumbled and disappeared behind the hatch of the training room.Bulma was already in the starting blocks and listened carefully to when the hatch opened and closed. That was their chance. She lobbed lightly across the hall to the back door to get into the workshop. Once there, she immediately slipped into her overalls and began entering numbers and combinations on the computer. In the meantime she pressed the speed call button and called Mr. Briefs. It clicked and her father appeared on the screen.
"Hello dear! How are you? I was worried because you wanted to report earlier!
"Oh dad ..." she replied. "... just had a bit of a headache today. I'm fine. The reminder controller will be ready soon. The Minister of Health will be pleased. When should it be tested?"
"Saturday in two weeks would be the interview date." answered Mr. Briefs.
"Well then I can build another one, just as a precaution. I'll get in touch with you Dad again! See you then!" Klong and the picture disappeared.Armed with a soldering iron and a screwdriver, she got to work with the reminder controller, also known as the ER-CC 01. (Reminder Regulator, Capsule Corps, 01)
A few splashes of oil spread across her face when she touched the wrong place.
"What a bummer! It's so complicated." she muttered to herself.
But instead of moving forward, her concentration dropped and she felt limp. She fought doggedly against the tiredness that had now overtaken her.
Everything blurred and she fell asleep.

After training, Vegeta went to the bathroom to take a shower. His torso was dripping with sweat. With the towel thrown over his neck, he looked in the mirror. In a rage, he clenched two fists and hit the sink that Dende could only hold because Bulma had invented a custom-made product for it.
"Why is my energy level not increasing?" he snorted and gritted his teeth.
Undressed, he stood under the shower head and let the cold water patter down on him.He closed his eyes and thought ... It's her fault. I can not concentrate. Why does she always do this?
"If she were at least fit to get me something to eat!" he whispered selfishly to himself.
After the bath Vegeta put on fresh clothes and wanted to look at Bulma, but he was startled. Where was this fool, he thought to himself. Gripped with anger, he ran around the house calling for her. But no answer. A thought occurred to him, she probably won't ...! and he tore open the door to the workshop and saw how Bulma fell asleep over the keyboard and a strange head circlet.
How delicate