this worry about Vegeta on her neck.
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"You're going to get a bit of sleep first," Yamcha insisted, and Bulma's mother agreed. "In this state, you can't react quickly enough when things get tough."
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"I can sleep in the spaceship," said Bulma. "After all, the sector is pretty far away."
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"But", her father intervened with a heavy heart, "unfortunately it can also be that Safrano's plan was a success."
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"But ... but you said ...!?", Bulma blurted out distraught.
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"To be on the safe side, I ran a simulation," explained Prof. Briefs, rubbing his dirty hands clean with an oily cloth. "If Vegeta's spaceship got too close to the sun before he noticed something himself and did something about it, the star's gravity should have been enough to tear it into ruin despite the emergency circuit."<br />
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“No!” Bulma stomped on the floor. "No," she repeated more softly, but with steely conviction. "He can't do this to me and leave me alone without a word ..."
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"He didn't either. Your mother mentioned something about a letter, didn't she?"
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The letter! Bulma had completely forgotten about him with all the work and anger about Safrano. She quickly soaped her hands with soap, scrubbed until the dirt was gone and ran into her room. The little white rags were still scattered everywhere. Bulma pushed her tiredness aside and crawled across the room on all fours until she had gathered all the rags. The rest was hard puzzle work. She spread all the pieces out on her desk and started putting them together. When she was about halfway through the letter, tiredness overwhelmed her and she fell asleep sitting down. She no longer felt her father lifting her from the armchair and laying her in bed, nor did she notice her mother spreading the blankets over her.Too much had rushed into her that day and for the past few weeks. Her body, mind and soul were exhausted and she sank into a confused dream in which the purple-haired boy from the future challenged Vegeta. She herself held a baby that looked like Gohan had looked as an infant and that kept crying for milk. Bulma tried to convince the two fighters that getting milk for the baby was more important than a fight, but both became Super Saiyans and neither would listen to them. The baby screamed louder and louder, both fighters seemed ready to go to extremes and prepared a mighty attack.
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Bulma knew that this attack would mean the end of the world and begged her to finally stop, in vain. Suddenly the baby jumped from her arm and grew very fast towards Gohan. "Don't worry, Aunt Bulma, they are still weaker than Papa. I will stop them."Laughing, Gohan also became Super Saiyan and jumped between the two fighters. Suddenly they were no longer twenty meters but only at arm's length from each other. Gohan laughed and took Vegeta's hand and put it in the boy's." In the family there is no arguing, "he laughed and stepped back, where suddenly Chichi and Gokou had appeared." You like each other, don't you? ", Gokou asked the two of them. Vegeta wanted to tear his hand out of the lilac-haired boy's, but he held it tightly, just looked at him sadly for a long time and then dissolved. Suddenly Vegeta tried the opposite, wanted to hold him tight , but there was no more substance. Bulma heard herself sob and ... then she suddenly woke up. Outside the open window a bird was singing its love song. The sun was painting golden circles on the velvet blue carpet. Bulma rubbed her eyes and reached for the alarm clock, almost eleven o'clock.
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"Whaaas ?!More than 12 hours? "She threw back the covers and got up. She was still wearing the dirty overalls with which she had worked on the ship. How did she get into bed in the first place? Then her eyes fell on the desk. There was still no half of the letter readable.
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She sighed and went to the desk to read the compound lines, as she had repeatedly done yesterday:
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"Bulma, I can no longer watch you follow this idiot as if you were his lap dog. It makes me sick and angry and I would like to beat his disgusting face to a pulp. I tried to help you again and again, but now I'm finally fed up with the way you two treat me. "
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Bulma smoothed down one of the larger scraps lovingly. That was clearly Vegeta's handwriting, not only the expression but also the powerful lines of each individual character.There was still a pile of pieces of paper next to it that she had to put together. But was that even that important? He should now stand in front of her and say these words to her face, whether they were bitter or affectionate. She wanted to hear his voice, look into his eyes, and hold him.
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She wouldn't waste a minute on this letter unless ... with a few steps she was in the hallway.
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"Did you finally wake up?" Asked her mother from the kitchen. "I'll prepare breakfast for you. The spaceship is already loaded with water and supplies."
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"Thank you, mom, I'll be right there!" Bulma hurried to Vegeta's room. It was as neat as ever, but it smelled a bit like burnt paper. She leaned over the trash can under the desk and was amazed when she saw the thick layer of ash in it. The white pad was still on the tabletop, but it was only a few sheets thick.<br />
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"Vegeta must have written over thirty drafts," she mused, and a warm feeling rose up inside her. She took some of the ash and rubbed it over the top sheet. As expected, the prints were visible in it and quite well, which was no wonder with Vegeta's strength. Now finally she could read the rest of it:
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"You will finally become yourself again, the beastly, eternally complaining bitch who commands everyone around, with whom it is so wonderful to argue. You are my light and not the little flame of this idiot. Start to shine again, damn it! "
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Bulma felt the tears welling up in her eyes again. How could he do that to her, write such a wonderful letter and then just die alone out there somewhere. Resolutely, she wiped the tears from her face. All was not lost yet, she had to believe in him, in his instinct for survival and his strength. Somehow he must have made it and escaped the star's fires.<br />
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She would find him.
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An hour later she hugged her parents one last time and also waved to Yamcha, who had come to wish her luck.
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The spaceship started without any problems. Bulma had already set the course for the star that, according to Safrano's will, had become Vegeta's grave.
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Her father had done a good job, improved the drive, and so it only took seven hours until she got close enough to this sun to look for traces of Vegeta's spaceship.
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"If it was pulled into the sun and exploded there, there is residual radiation in the corona, from the gravitational converter. No matter how big the star is, these values ​​stand out on its diagram, you just have to look carefully."
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She did that too. She checked the measuring instruments for an hour, two or three hours. If it had happened, then it was on this side and in this sector, she had already calculated that on the basis of the approach values, the rotation of the star and its gravity.She wanted to be absolutely sure, for nothing was more cruel than a blossoming hope crushed by fate.
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At last she dared to breathe a sigh of relief. No trace of the special radiation, all values ​​in the green area. Vegeta hadn't died in that sun.
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Bulma radioed the good news to Earth and set the course for the four planets Vegeta might have landed on.
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The first world was a gas planet, almost as deadly as the previous sun and only about a tenth the size. No, there was no residual radiation from an explosion here either, so go on.
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The second world was barely the size of the earth and even had a breathable atmosphere. This would be a good place for his training. Apparently this world was quite old and had produced high civilization in the past. Debris from satellites was still circling in their orbits. Bulma calculated possible landing sites and ... and there it was! It was definitely a signal from Vegeta's spaceship.It was only faint but clear.
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Bulma headed for this place immediately without looking closely at the rest of the planet. That was a mistake. No sooner had she crossed the orbit of an old satellite than beams shot at her ship from several sides. It was only thanks to her quick reaction that she was able to avoid a fatal hit, but two of the rays streaked the engine and the ship sped down.
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"I'm not going to die," Bulma squeezed out between her teeth and her fingers flew over the buttons to activate the emergency drive. "Not now that I'm so close to him."
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The outer skin of the ship heated up in the air and turned cherry red. The air in the spaceship was thick to cut, and it burned her lungs with every breath. The emergency drive finally responded and Bulma was able to stop the crash. She was still about on course and landed a few nerve-wracking minutes later on the plateau where Vegeta's spaceship must also be.The main drive, of course, was over. If so, then she would just come home with Vegeta's spaceship, together with him.
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It didn't take her long to see it on her monitor amid the ruins of an ancient city. She would be able to see him again in a moment, hear his voice and hold him. Her heart sang with happiness.
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But ... but what was that? Vegeta's ship was damaged far worse than hers. Almost a third of the blackened outer skin was torn open, the rest was covered with blisters and partly melted. Behind the ship, a smoking swath of destruction was evidence of a belly landing. It looked like