Chapter: 2 - Die Krieger WG Teil 13+ 14

Fanfic: Die Krieger WG Teil 13+ 14

Chapter: Chapter 15

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<center> Die Krieger WG 
Chapter 15 </center>

At Bulma
Goku reappeared in front of Bulma's room. In front of her door, Trunks was sitting in the same position as his father had just before. ← Father and son are just alike !! 
 He knelt next to Trunks, who hadn't noticed him yet, and put his hand on his shoulder. 
 Trunks looked up. "Uncle Goku ?! What are you doing here?"His voice sounded hoarse, but nothing pointed to his emotional chaos. 
 "I was worried! Your father said that Bulma blames him for the baby's death." His voice was calm because he didn't want to upset Trunks unnecessarily. 
 He looked puzzled at Son Goku. "Him? She blames herself!" 
The door to Bulma's room opened and Bulma stood in the frame.
 She looked down at Goku with a blank look. 
 Trunks was open. "Mum, you should stay in bed!" 
 She didn't look at Trunks because her gaze was fixed on Son Goku. "Where is he Son Goku? Where is my Vegeta?" 
 "Don't worry, he's reacting in some desert!" He eyed Bulma. 
 She was wearing short shorts and a long t-shirt, which was already quite wrinkled. (from sleeping) "Why isn't he here with me?"
 He looked at her worriedly. "He's coming back, you'd better rest!" 
 "He's right! You mustn't try so hard!" Trunks tried to get his mother back to bed, but she held on to Son Goku, who had got up again in the meantime. 
 She looked pleadingly at Goku. "Can you help me into the workshop? I have to do something, I'm losing my mind in bed!" 
 He looked quizzically at Trunks. 
 Trunks sighed and then nodded curtly, there was no point in contradicting her anyway. 
Son Goku supported Bulma on the way to the workshop, the door of which was open. Son Goku was surprised, but said nothing about it. He didn't mean to bother her with unnecessary questions.
 “Thanks to you!” she sat in her executive chair and picked up a small ball that was equipped with a gravity device."He needs these things for training. You know." 
 He stood behind her and watched her. Her psychological state made him extremely worried. He noticed that she was screaming for Vegeta inside and wanted him with her. 
 "They float in the air and shoot small bursts of energy back and forth between them. He has to dodge them. If he hits one of those little things, they'll break. I have to fix them up again Otherwise he can't train. "She just spoke completely tonelessly into the room without actually addressing Son Goku or thinking anything about it. 
 "Bulma!" he took her hand, which was fiddling with the little broken thing in his hand. "That's not important! He can do without these things. He has me to train. Besides, what he really needs is a healthy Bulma who loves him and who he can love!" 
 "Will you give me the screwdriver that is on the back of the cupboard, please?"
 He looked like a sheep. - The woman doesn't even listen to me. - Still, he went to the closet and picked up the screwdriver. His gaze fell on the table next to the cupboard. A capsule case lay open. He lifted the lid all the way up and looked inside. "Do you know that a capsule is missing here?" He looked over at her. 
 She turned around. "I don't care about the capsules, I want the screwdriver!" 
 "Ok, ok, that's good. It's capsule No. 210!" He stood behind her again and wanted to hand her the screwdriver. 
 She had looked up and was staring at the wall in front of her desk. "Did you say 210?" 
 "Yes, why? Do you want the screwdriver now, or what ?!" 
 She looked Son Goku in the eye and took the screwdriver from his hand. "This is one of Vegeta's training spaceships!" A vague premonition rose in her.- Why did Vegeta take one of his capsules with him? - 
 "Then he has probably needed it lately." He thought nothing more of it. 
 "No! When I was here after our argument, the capsules were still complete. And since then, he has not exercised, at least that's what he said." 
 At that moment, Son Goku remembered what Vegeta was saying when he flew out the window. << I'm leaving for now! >> All of a sudden he knew why the capsule was gone. Vegeta really intended to leave. “He wants to run away!” Not a second later he hit his forehead inwardly. - My God, you could have taught her that more gently. - 
 She looked like she hadn't heard, but then her eyes glazed over and she looked at Goku for help. "Why? !! Why does he want to leave?... Why does he want to get away ... from me ?! Does he hate me so much now? "Big tears rolled down her cheeks. ← soon the woman won't have a drop of water in her body! 
 He knelt in front of her. "He doesn't hate you! He loves you! He loves you so much that he can't stand it when he feels like he's not loved by you." He paused for a moment. 
 She looked at him doubtfully. "Why should he have the feeling that I don't love him, I told him I needed him!" The tears were still running down her cheeks. 
 "You know, he thinks you blame him ... for the baby's death." He said the last few words very carefully and quietly. 
 She didn't care that he obviously knew. "Me? Blame him? How ... how did he get the idea? He's reproaching me!I would never blame him for it! For that ... I love him way too much for that. "
 "I don't know what you said! But obviously you both misunderstood yourselves!" he stood up with a firm face. "We have to stop him! Otherwise we may never see him again." 
 She got up too, but her weakness made her sink back. With tears streaked her face, she looked at Son Goku. "Please, Son Goku, stop him!" 
 "Maybe you should come with me! I don't think I can stop him from running away." 
 "I can't! I couldn't meet his gaze. I wouldn't be able to talk to him at all. I would just start crying." 
 "You already are!" he smiled at her. "All right, but I can't make any promises! If I can't stop him, I'll catch up with you, okay?"
 She nodded silently. 
 "Ok! Wish me luck!" With that he was gone. 
 “Trunks!” she yelled through the house like the world was on the line. 
 He ran in panting. "What is it? What happened? Are you sick?" 
 "I need something decent to wear right away!" 
 That knocked his socks off. "Huh?" He stood there and no longer understood the world. "Why is that?" 
 "Don't ask such stupid questions! Come on, get out of here, a bit of speed if you please!" That was the typical Bulma tone and she yelled it as if she had just emerged from a fountain of youth. ← when it comes to Vegeta, she forgets every weakness! We also!!! 
 "I'm already gone!" he shouted and sprinted out of the workshop. To be continued

So dala! That was part 15 Admittedly a little shorter than usual, but we don't want to anticipate too much! * fg * <img src = 'C: / Documents and Settings / Claudia / My Documents / My Pictures / Personal / smileys13.gif'>
We look forward to commissioners, even if we cannot read them. * sniff *
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