My ff takes place in the three years the Z-Warriors prepared to fight the cyborgs.

For legal reasons I point out that the characters were invented by Akira Toriyama and I will not make any financial profit from my ff!

Chapter 1 ~ No Tears ~

The sun burned hot and merciless over the western capital.
It was the end of August and the ice cream parlors and swimming pools were crowded with people who wanted to enjoy this wonderful late summer day.

In the CC, Bulma Briefs sat at her laptop and brooded over her latest invention.
She had made it into her head to develop an air conditioning system that was automatically adjusted so that the people in the room were either too warm or too cold. - It doesn't work like that - she thought and impatiently ran her right hand through her long turquoise hair.
"I'm just getting stuck," she muttered to herself. "It's probably because of this heat. Who should be able to think properly?"
Determined, she closed her computer and stretched with relish. She noticed that her clothes were sticking uncomfortably to her body again and so the beautiful Faru decided to take a refreshing shower first.

The bathroom was spacious and tiled with high quality marble slabs.
Bulma carefully put her fresh clothes on a small closet and brushed the sweaty things from her body.
Actually, she would have wanted a relaxing bath more, but that could wait. First of all, Bulma had to freshen up.

When the jet of water hit her overheated body, the young woman sighed comfortably.
-Weird-, she thought to herself, - everything has changed so much in the last few weeks. I'm single again, that stupid Yamschu!

It was a Saturday. Yamschu and Bulma had an appointment in town. But since Bulma said she urgently needed to spice up her wardrobe, she was in town two hours earlier and rummaged through the hottest boutiques in Satan City.
Just when she was considering whether to take a yellow or a red skirt with her, a laughing Yamschu walked past her.
Bulma felt like someone was tearing the floor from under her feet.
On Yamschu's arm hung a brunette beauty that adored him and literally hung on his lips.

What happened after that could definitely be described as a rampage. Bulma's outburst of anger came over him quickly and violently. She screamed, raged and threw clothes and shoes on her (ex) boyfriend. But she didn't shed a single tear. She turned around proudly and marched through the gawking crowd that parted in front of her. - Well, now I'm not going down in history as the famous Bulma Briefs, a gifted scientist and the brightest mind in human history, but as a madwoman who runs amok in the shopping mile!-

When she got home, she locked herself in her room. She didn't want to see anyone. For the first time in her life Bulma wished that her head was empty and that she didn't have the image of Yamschu and his new flame in front of her all the time.
The beautiful woman didn't like feeling so utterly helpless and losing control.
She leaned against the wall to find something to hold on to. The solid wall seemed strangely comforting, like a saving anchor.

The sun had set hours ago.
Bulma crouched on the floor, her arms around her knees.
The whole time she stared at the opposite wall.
Her eyes were blank and her face expressionless.

She hadn't moved for a long time and he was secretly waiting for one of her outbursts of anger. He would understand that, that's how he got to know her. But this complete silence.
He couldn't do anything with that.
She had made him check on her. No, he wasn't worried, not him.
She had piqued his curiosity. Because despite these despicable feelings, she had shown something like pride. She had shed no tears, not a single tear. Even though she was only a weak human woman.

The Sajajin prince closed the door noiselessly and went down the dark hallway to his room.