Hello my dear ones,
I want to apologize to you for the long wait. I have an idea of ​​how I wanted it to be, but somehow I suddenly didn't have the nerve for it, which is probably due to my education.
In any case, I will put something higher now. Probably not every month unless I get it right, but this time it won't take me over a year. Promised. I hope that someone will read it at all. Surprise me.

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Images twitched before their eyes. Strange pictures. Pictures that she couldn't assign. She saw the palace and herself, but she kept getting further and further away from it. Then the picture disappeared and she saw a strange woman with blue hair and behind her a mountain range which was collapsing. Again the picture blurred and ER appeared. His hands were soaked in blood. He would be given a small bundle and the moment he took it the blood disappeared and a smile graced his lips, but the picture was eaten away by fire in one fell swoop. It was everywhere and there was chaos and destruction. She felt the heat on her skin and the dust in her lungs when she inhaled and the smell was unbearable. It smelled of burnt meat and she felt how it worked. Dead Saiyajins were lying on the ground, she recognized them by their tails and in the smoke she could see the shadow of a being and a cruel laugh echoed in her ears. It made her tremble and suddenly Zaida opened her eyes.
She felt her whole body trembling and she was bathed in sweat. Her ice blue eyes twitched back and forth as if she were still seeing the pictures in front of her. It took a few seconds until they finally came to rest and stuck to the ceiling. It was still dark in the room, but she knew she was white. She heard herself exhale deeply and noticed how the trembling slowly but surely subsided.
Never before had a vision of Zaida been as real as this. She could still feel the heat on her skin. The white-haired woman closed her eyes again and drove herself down until she opened them again. Then at last she got up and swung her legs off the cot. When she raised her hands to brush her hair back, she felt she was trembling. She clenched it into a fist and before opening it, she opened it again and brushed her hair back.
Zaida hated it. She hated those goddamn dreams. They kept coming and there was nothing she could do about it. Sighing, she got up. The cold ground at her feet was good for her. She felt how the cold slowly let the heat disappear. She took another deep breath before going to the small washbasin in the corner of the room. Except for the washbasin, the cot, a toilet in another corner, which was covered with a partition, and a small chest of drawers, the room had no further. It was set up as makeshift as it could be.
When she got to the sink, she pulled her shirt over her head and began to freshen up.When she was done, she went to the dresser and got some fresh things from it. Underwear, socks, a knee-length skirt and a long-sleeved shirt, all in a white, grayish tone and began to get dressed. At that moment there was a loud and aggressive knock on the door and at the same moment she heard it unlock.
Zaida looked at the ceiling and at the same moment the lights came on, which made the whole room bright.
"As always, a friendly wake-up call." she spoke to herself, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She quickly finished getting dressed, slipped on her shoes and went to the door. Before that she stopped and looked at her right wrist. The green light on the iron ring that wrapped around her wrist shone towards her and Zaida grimaced.
Then she raised her head and took another step towards the door, which opened immediately.
She stepped into a wide and long corridor in which many other slaves were already moving in one direction. At certain intervals there were Saiyajins who grimly surveyed everything. Without paying any attention to them, she followed the others.
On to a new day as a slave in the palace.

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The five space capsules flew silently through space. The only thing that came towards them were a few rocks, otherwise just endless darkness.
It was also dark in the space capsules themselves, only a few small lights blinked. A sign that someone was sitting in them.
One of them was Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyans. His eyes were closed and he didn't move. If his chest hadn't moved up and down easily, you would have thought he was dead. He was asleep, what else should you do in space, in a space capsule?
Suddenly a red light went on on the control panel of the space capsule and a beep sounded that did not go out. A growl could be heard from Vegeta and he stirred in his seat. Slowly he opened his eyes and his gaze immediately went to the red light before he turned his head to the disk and out into space to the space capsules that were flying next to him , in which the lights went on one after the other.
"Wretched sackclothes." The prince hissed and turned his head back to the control panel and flipped the switch over the red light and immediately a voice rang out.
"Good morning princess, woke up too."
He hates that son of a bitch and someday he would kill him.
"Shut up Raditz, remember at some point we will have ground under our feet again and my hand could accidentally slip." Vegeta said with a threatening tone and switched on the entire power supply of his space capsule. The light went on immediately and the control panel also lit up brightly.
“I could have woken you up with the words of Kakarott if you'd preferred it.” Raditz's voice came through the loudspeakers again and a slight discomfort could be heard.
"No thanks, I'm really not in the mood for Tunten Gelaber."
"Hey, that's not a foolish talk about what I do."Immediately an offended voice rang through the space capsule.
"Then read your Friede -joy pancake gibberish and we don't think you're a fag either," Raditz explained to his younger brother.
“I won't do that.” Kakarott complained angrily.
"Don't dispute it. You are the gay twin part." Came the spiteful laugh of Tales, Kakarott's twin brother.
“You start too.” His brother grumbled.
The conversation went on. Raditz and Tales kept teasing Kakarott. Vegeta sat annoyed in his space capsule and wiped his face with his hand.
He was too tired for such conversations. For the last 3 months he would have had to do these conversations almost all day. No normal word came out of them. You couldn't even begin to speak a reasonable sentence to one of them.
Raditz made everything ridiculous for those dear long days. Tales was a perverted pig who wouldn't survive 10 minutes without vulgar slogans. And Kakarott was just too nice. It was unbearable. The fifth in the bundle, Nappa, could also be knocked in the bin. He was only approachable when it came to slaughtering something. This became more than clear here again. While the three horror brothers teased each other, the bald head was simply silent.
Vegeta had sworn to one thing. Never again would he go on a mission with the four of them, rather he would cut off his monkey tail.
"... man Kakarott you should get yourself an old woman and right ..."
Before Tales could finish his sentence, Vegeta cut him off.
"I'll switch off again and should one of you dare to radio me before we Vegeta-Sei are at least 1000km ahead of us, the mercy of God."
With that he clicked the switch again and leaned back, relaxed, enjoying the calm that immediately ensued. The prince was glad that he would be home soon. The last few months have been too much for him, he needed a vacation from these chaos. Most of all he enjoys a decent bed and that he no longer had to sleep while sitting in these stupid capsules. Yes, he was happy to be back on his home planet soon.

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Bulma's gaze wandered through the huge kitchen. People were running around everywhere. Each of them had something different to do. It was like an anthill. Everyone knew what to do and nobody ran around in your way. Everywhere you could hear pots and dishes rattling and the smell of food was in the air. It smelled wonderful and that moment her stomach heard and she realized that it had been ages since the last time she had eaten well.
"Lunar, I brought you some new ones." the voice of the Saiyan who brought her and the others here was commanding and arrogant. An older woman standing by the stove turned and looked first at the Saiyan and then at his souvenirs. She was short and plump, and her skin was snow-white. There were thin greenish lines on her body that ran down to her face. Her poison green eyes looked appraisingly at the newcomers. Her white hair hung slightly in her eyes.Annoyed, she wiped it off her face and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Woe to them again, like the last. They made more chaos than a horde of you hairy monkeys." she hissed and gave the Saiyan an unruly look.
Bulma could hear the Saiyajin's low growl. She herself held her breath and she also noticed that her fellow sufferers felt the same way. Everyone knew what happened to a slave when he was disrespectful to a Saiyajin and that this Lunar was a slave was immediately recognizable by the iron ring on her wrist. Bulma expected everything, but not what happens next. With another growl, the Saiyan turned and left the kitchen. Bulma had never seen anything like it. In disbelief, she looked at this woman, who looked appraisingly.
"Okay, who of you has worked in the kitchen before?"
Bulma looked around and saw that only about 5 people out of 17 answered, including Chi Chi. She herself kept her hand down.
"Great, what average." Lunar groaned and shook his head.
"Who has ever had to work in a household before?"
Again the blue-haired woman looked around and noticed that now everyone else answered except for another young woman and herself.
"At least that's something. What have you two done so far?" The chef looked inquiringly at