30
Not Again
Bulma beamed. "Finally everyone is home!" She said. "Carmen and I spent all morning in the kitchen cooking up food for you all. I know that you will all be hungry after just eating hospital food."
And she knew she was starving.
They were all alive and well. Still a little bruised and a few bandages here and there but none were worse for ware. It had been a month since the attack and everything just felt peaceful again.
Crystal grinned widely. She had even been having dreams again. Good dreams, not the terrible ones and she just knew that things were going to have to turn out okay in the end. There even was a promise of a boyfriend in her dreams, even though they were rather vague on it. She hated that. When it came to everyone else, she could see clearly but as soon as she was in the thick of things, the dreams got murky and symbolic. It wasn't fair. She would like to know who he was before she turned him away by accident. She knew that he was blonde. She only knew that much. she hated the vagueness of her dreams sometimes.
But she was used to it now.
It was something that she had to live with.
Everyone. and I mean everyone. was doting on Soyna. Soyna would almost growl and snarl at anyone who would dote on her and announce that she wasn't a glass doll, but they would do it anyway. Trunk's was constantly asking her if she was comfortable or if she wanted a drink. Vegeta was always telling her to sit down. Brennen refused to leave her side the whole time and would constantly ask if she was feeling okay and Benot would ask awkwardly if there was anything he could do. She thought that Soyna was going to burst soon.
It was humorous.
Peaceful.
There was a sense that she could actually rest here and not worry about shadows creeping into her dreams.
They were asking if she wanted more food and Soyna shook her head. "You need to eat or else those babies won't grow to be big and strong."
"I can't eat anymore," Soyna whinnied. "Damn it. I'm stuffed. Okay. Raymond says that everything is okay. Don't worry so much, all of you. I am not made of glass."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. He had heard this argument before. "Then let's go for a walk to work off all that food that you shoveled into you." He said and stood.
"I don't know if that is a good idea," Brennen said. "Shouldn't she be resting?"
"I will be fine," she snapped at him and he started back a bit. "I am not going to sit on my butt and turn into a whale."
Benot was the one that laughed this time. He heard that one as well.
It was almost, like, she was home. It had been a long time since she had felt that way.
...............
Bulma had made sure that there were hardly any signs of damage left from the little skirmish. Crystal was grateful. She did not want reminders of that day. No one did. With everyone home it was an easy feeling.
Even with everyone still recovering a bit from the battle, it was like there was never going to be another threat again. Of course, that had never happened before. Two enemies. Cyrus was recovering well. That she was grateful for even though she was not looking forward to leaving here.
She liked it here.
She had nothing to look forward to at home if they ever made it back.
She had tried to talk to Cyrus about when they would try, but he just shook his head and said that he would talk to Vegeta when the time was ready.
She didn't like that he was not as open as he was about the other times. She was pretty sure that he was hiding something, but she really didn't have a reason to think that he was.
But he was the one that did all the work so she couldn't really complain.
She looked over and saw Vegeta walking with Soyna. They had a long walk. From the look on their faces, she was pretty sure that they were talking about the other time. Crystal wondered if Vegeta would tell her what caused the feud between them in the other time.. Oh, that was so long ago.
The 'boys' were playing loudly around the other side of the house. He could hear them yelling at each other. Must be football or something. She thought she heard one of them yell touchdown. Not that they should be playing such a rough sport when most of them were whimpering about their stitches hurting. Men.
It really was going to be a shame to leave.
She turned to go back into the house but a strange figure stood looking a little nervous just outside the gate. He was half hidden in the shadows, but he didn't look like he was looking for their concealment. He didn't even look threatening but there defiantly something familiar about him. (She was pretty sure it was a guy)
"Who are you?" She demanded.
The figured jumped slightly and then brought himself to a proud stance and rose out of the shadows.
She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Great. You again."
................
"I don't come to cause any more problems," he said in a calm voice with his hands held loosely at his sides. He could feel the eyes on the back of his head as his so-called bodyguards tensed. Like they could protect him from these people.
"Yeah, right," she snapped at him. "You are nothing but problems for me!" She was getting angry. Her skin was beginning to sparkle with power. Her knew that his whole army was not a match for her, never mind that dragon thing that emerged that killed his uncle. But that was not why he was here. "Geez, we are in no shape for another fight but I am sure I could muster enough power to kill you and those guys creeping behind you."
They did not know his side of the story.
Hell, if they did, a lot of this stress would have been reduced to nothing.
Trunks just attacked. If he could have heard him out, he would have joined him in attacking his father. He had just found out, before the attack that his father had planned on sending him to Len and planned on having him killed there by some assassin that he had hired. Father did not like the fact that his son was different than him and was not the same type of dictator that he was. Also learning the fact of how his mother had died, sure didn't help their relationship.
But Trunks acted as if he was still on good terms with his father and he was nearly killed by him. He had a slight limp now and a rather horrid scar on the side of his face that he tried to keep hidden by growing his blond hair longer, but he knew it was there and knew how very visible it was.
He did not hold a grudge for the scar though. Trunks as just trying to defend his family.
It took him a lot longer than he thought to recover from the attack and he was pretty sure his uncle had something to do with it. He did not know that his uncle planned on revenge on this planet until they arrived and he was far to weak to stop his uncle.
Not that he was sad to see him gone.
He now had control of two armies that turned to him for guidance and leadership: Two very nervous armies.
He was the ruler of the complete Wodah's empire now.
Not that it counted for much right now.
He knew that these few half saiyians could destroy him and his army if they threatened them. He had listened to Trunks words about how he was not going to have his family destroyed. How it was the only thing that really mattered. His daughter had been so important that he was performing a preemptive attack that could have got him killed.
Such strength and honor.
His family was once like that.
He was hoping to bring the honor back.
He looked at the spitfire in front of him. She was not moving towards him or away. Such a fearless woman!
"Well!"
So brash as well.
"I came to thank you and apologize to you all." He said, still trying to look passive and hide the scar on his face at the same time. He made sure that his hands remained loose at his side. He couldn't guarantee what the men behind him were doing but he hoped they had enough sense in there heads not to reach for their guns or anything.
She gave him a confused look. "What? Thank us? Are you trying to trick us? For what? Apologize?"
"For being able to stop my uncle." He said. "I had no idea that his plans were to attack this planet until we arrived."
"Yeah, right," she snorted. "I am so sure that you are so innocent and a changed man." She sniffed loudly. "Leave before I kill you, will ya?" So flippant.
He blinked. Well, he couldn't possibly expect a, 'gee, you're welcome. Can't we all be friends now'. What had he expected? He didn't know but he had felt like he had to talk to these remarkable people.
He took a step forward. How was he to explain himself to these people? What had he done to spurn them so? "I wanted to also extend my apoloo." he couldn't finish his words as a arm wrapped around his neck in a very tight choke hold.
..........
She saw Trunks lunging forward to attack Ligh and didn't stop him. Why should she? She wasn't to sure what this guy wanted but she was pretty sure that he was bad news. He had never been good news in the past, so why would it be good now.
She saw ten men emerge with their hands on guns but they did not draw one as Ligh raised his hand to them. She only had counted five. she shook her head. She was loosing her touch.
Ligh had not been paying attention or was hoping to impress them with his passivity. Trunks easily got him in a headlock and held him firm. His blond hair, which was a little darker than she remembered it being back in her original time, flew back from his face and showed a thick scar that crossed from his lower left jaw, over his nose bridge and over his right eye. The right eye was slightly darker than the other one now.
She wondered where he got that wound?
"What the hell?" Trunks growled. Boy, he was angry.
"He came to apologize and to thank us," she said and walked forward. She wasn't sure what to make of this Ligh. He defiantly was different from her time, but she didn't know what it was about. Of course, this Ligh was a man, not a boy.
"Apologize!" Trunks growled. He was ready to go into a speech. She was pretty sure of it from the look on his face. He was doing a pretty good job of cutting of his hair. His men were getting ansty but they were not approaching. That was very smart of them. She could kill them without even so much of a second thought.
"Let's hear him out," She said and was even surprised as she said it. Of course, her dreams had been good lately. Or was he playing a trick just like his father once did to them? Damn. Things change so much when you meddle with time. "It can't hurt."
Trunks let him go and with a growl, "One wrong move and I will finish off your face!"
Oh, so dad gave him that scar. sorry, Trunks.
"Understandable sir," Ligh said and rubbed his throat and took some deep breaths.. He was a contradiction. This was not the same Ligh that she knew that had gone; well, a little nutty in jail. This guy was composed and sure of himself. well, for being threatened anyway. "I will say my piece and then leave. I do not wish to cause unwanted stress to your family." He waved to the men that had been approaching and they backed away.
Trunk's was going to go off again.
"Say it," she said and moved beside Trunks to keep him in check. She didn't want to hear about the agony that they caused again. It was best to leave it in the past. She knew about the agony and really didn't want to hear it again.
He cleared his throat and arranged his hair so that it hid his darker eye. "I did not want this to happen. I did not really understand the motivation for the attack on my family but it is not like I will miss my father.."
He sounded so sincere as he talked and she wasn't getting that bad vibe again.
Maybe this Ligh was different?
He looked as if he was willing to accept death if that is the only other option they offered him.
".leave this planet in peace and even protect it if that is what you wish."
He finished talking. How long had he talked? She wasn't to sure, but she had stared at him for the whole time, looking for clues that he was lying and didn't see one. He seemed to be telling the truth. He also seemed to be better built that she remembered the other Ligh was.
Trunk's was silent.
"I am not offering a fight," he said. "It is one of the ways that I differ from my father."
"How do we know that you are not trying to trick us?" she said and took a step towards him.
"I have seen you destroy my Uncle. I do not want to have your wraith on my head or my peoples. I do plan on changing things to the way that they once were," he said and the whole time he spoke with a deep sure tone and his head raised high. Damn it. He wasn't lying.
"I don't trust you," Trunks whispered. "I will not let you hurt my family."
Ligh just nodded. "Then I will leave." He started to limp away and Trunks grabbed his arm.
"How do I know you won't come back?" Trunks said.
"You don't," Ligh said and limped away.
..................
"I don't trust him," Trunks growled. He had never met the other Ligh in the other time. He did not see the need to. He looked over to Crystal who was watching him walk away with a slightly tilted head.
He did not like the way she was looking at him.
"I don't know. He doesn't seem like he is trying to deceive us." She said. "He is not like the other Ligh that I encountered." She looked at him. "I think we should go talk to him some more."
"Are you crazy!" Trunks snapped at her.
"I have been called that!" She said. "Damn it. Time changes everything! Everything changes in Time! Yada yada yada," she said. "Maybe, this Ligh is as noble as he makes himself up to be."
"He is the one that killed your father! You told me that!" he blinked at her.
"HE did not kill my father. I don't think he is capable of that," she said. "Plus, I have not been having any bad dreams lately so it has to be good."
"Dreams?" Trunks said as he watched her walk after Ligh. The enemy. "What the hell are you talking about? What do dreams have to do with any of this?"
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"What that who I think it was?" Vegeta growled. "Why didn't you kill him?"
"He is not the same Ligh as we encountered before," Crystal hissed at him. "I'm not just going to finish him off for kicks!"
Benot was fuming. "He deserves to die!" He growled. He was shaking. Boy, this was going to be a bad argument.
Everyone had watched Ligh walked way. They were seeing why it was taking Trunks so long to get the football and saw him wander off.
"He is not the same guy! Man. I have been having nothing but good dreams lately. Isn't that a good sign?" Crystal said with her hands on her hips and a very determined look on her face.
"I still don't get the dream thing!" Trunks said with his arms folded tightly to his chest and a stern look on his face. She seldom saw him look so much like his father.
Cyrus spoke up. "It is a good sign." Even though he wasn't answering the question. "No shadows in your dreams."
"None. They are clean." She said. "I think it is the first time that I slept so well in years!"
Trunks face-hardened further. He did not like the fact that his question was being ignored.
"You can't believe him though," Benot said. He was pacing rather furiously. "I can't go through this again. Damn it! I thought it was going to be over! I do want to deal with it. Not again!"
"It will be over," Cyrus sighed. "You know how interference in a time changes things."
Crystal put her hands on her hips and stood up to Benot. "Well, you will see how different he is tomorrow."
"What? Why? What is happening tomorrow?" Benot snapped.
"I invited him over so we can get everything out in the open. If I have a bad dream tonight, I will let you know and we will make sure that he leaves us alone again, but if I only dream of good things and you will hear what he has to say!" She said. "AND THAT IS THAT!"
Bulma smiled.
She was so much like her.
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Not Again
Bulma beamed. "Finally everyone is home!" She said. "Carmen and I spent all morning in the kitchen cooking up food for you all. I know that you will all be hungry after just eating hospital food."
And she knew she was starving.
They were all alive and well. Still a little bruised and a few bandages here and there but none were worse for ware. It had been a month since the attack and everything just felt peaceful again.
Crystal grinned widely. She had even been having dreams again. Good dreams, not the terrible ones and she just knew that things were going to have to turn out okay in the end. There even was a promise of a boyfriend in her dreams, even though they were rather vague on it. She hated that. When it came to everyone else, she could see clearly but as soon as she was in the thick of things, the dreams got murky and symbolic. It wasn't fair. She would like to know who he was before she turned him away by accident. She knew that he was blonde. She only knew that much. she hated the vagueness of her dreams sometimes.
But she was used to it now.
It was something that she had to live with.
Everyone. and I mean everyone. was doting on Soyna. Soyna would almost growl and snarl at anyone who would dote on her and announce that she wasn't a glass doll, but they would do it anyway. Trunk's was constantly asking her if she was comfortable or if she wanted a drink. Vegeta was always telling her to sit down. Brennen refused to leave her side the whole time and would constantly ask if she was feeling okay and Benot would ask awkwardly if there was anything he could do. She thought that Soyna was going to burst soon.
It was humorous.
Peaceful.
There was a sense that she could actually rest here and not worry about shadows creeping into her dreams.
They were asking if she wanted more food and Soyna shook her head. "You need to eat or else those babies won't grow to be big and strong."
"I can't eat anymore," Soyna whinnied. "Damn it. I'm stuffed. Okay. Raymond says that everything is okay. Don't worry so much, all of you. I am not made of glass."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. He had heard this argument before. "Then let's go for a walk to work off all that food that you shoveled into you." He said and stood.
"I don't know if that is a good idea," Brennen said. "Shouldn't she be resting?"
"I will be fine," she snapped at him and he started back a bit. "I am not going to sit on my butt and turn into a whale."
Benot was the one that laughed this time. He heard that one as well.
It was almost, like, she was home. It had been a long time since she had felt that way.
...............
Bulma had made sure that there were hardly any signs of damage left from the little skirmish. Crystal was grateful. She did not want reminders of that day. No one did. With everyone home it was an easy feeling.
Even with everyone still recovering a bit from the battle, it was like there was never going to be another threat again. Of course, that had never happened before. Two enemies. Cyrus was recovering well. That she was grateful for even though she was not looking forward to leaving here.
She liked it here.
She had nothing to look forward to at home if they ever made it back.
She had tried to talk to Cyrus about when they would try, but he just shook his head and said that he would talk to Vegeta when the time was ready.
She didn't like that he was not as open as he was about the other times. She was pretty sure that he was hiding something, but she really didn't have a reason to think that he was.
But he was the one that did all the work so she couldn't really complain.
She looked over and saw Vegeta walking with Soyna. They had a long walk. From the look on their faces, she was pretty sure that they were talking about the other time. Crystal wondered if Vegeta would tell her what caused the feud between them in the other time.. Oh, that was so long ago.
The 'boys' were playing loudly around the other side of the house. He could hear them yelling at each other. Must be football or something. She thought she heard one of them yell touchdown. Not that they should be playing such a rough sport when most of them were whimpering about their stitches hurting. Men.
It really was going to be a shame to leave.
She turned to go back into the house but a strange figure stood looking a little nervous just outside the gate. He was half hidden in the shadows, but he didn't look like he was looking for their concealment. He didn't even look threatening but there defiantly something familiar about him. (She was pretty sure it was a guy)
"Who are you?" She demanded.
The figured jumped slightly and then brought himself to a proud stance and rose out of the shadows.
She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Great. You again."
................
"I don't come to cause any more problems," he said in a calm voice with his hands held loosely at his sides. He could feel the eyes on the back of his head as his so-called bodyguards tensed. Like they could protect him from these people.
"Yeah, right," she snapped at him. "You are nothing but problems for me!" She was getting angry. Her skin was beginning to sparkle with power. Her knew that his whole army was not a match for her, never mind that dragon thing that emerged that killed his uncle. But that was not why he was here. "Geez, we are in no shape for another fight but I am sure I could muster enough power to kill you and those guys creeping behind you."
They did not know his side of the story.
Hell, if they did, a lot of this stress would have been reduced to nothing.
Trunks just attacked. If he could have heard him out, he would have joined him in attacking his father. He had just found out, before the attack that his father had planned on sending him to Len and planned on having him killed there by some assassin that he had hired. Father did not like the fact that his son was different than him and was not the same type of dictator that he was. Also learning the fact of how his mother had died, sure didn't help their relationship.
But Trunks acted as if he was still on good terms with his father and he was nearly killed by him. He had a slight limp now and a rather horrid scar on the side of his face that he tried to keep hidden by growing his blond hair longer, but he knew it was there and knew how very visible it was.
He did not hold a grudge for the scar though. Trunks as just trying to defend his family.
It took him a lot longer than he thought to recover from the attack and he was pretty sure his uncle had something to do with it. He did not know that his uncle planned on revenge on this planet until they arrived and he was far to weak to stop his uncle.
Not that he was sad to see him gone.
He now had control of two armies that turned to him for guidance and leadership: Two very nervous armies.
He was the ruler of the complete Wodah's empire now.
Not that it counted for much right now.
He knew that these few half saiyians could destroy him and his army if they threatened them. He had listened to Trunks words about how he was not going to have his family destroyed. How it was the only thing that really mattered. His daughter had been so important that he was performing a preemptive attack that could have got him killed.
Such strength and honor.
His family was once like that.
He was hoping to bring the honor back.
He looked at the spitfire in front of him. She was not moving towards him or away. Such a fearless woman!
"Well!"
So brash as well.
"I came to thank you and apologize to you all." He said, still trying to look passive and hide the scar on his face at the same time. He made sure that his hands remained loose at his side. He couldn't guarantee what the men behind him were doing but he hoped they had enough sense in there heads not to reach for their guns or anything.
She gave him a confused look. "What? Thank us? Are you trying to trick us? For what? Apologize?"
"For being able to stop my uncle." He said. "I had no idea that his plans were to attack this planet until we arrived."
"Yeah, right," she snorted. "I am so sure that you are so innocent and a changed man." She sniffed loudly. "Leave before I kill you, will ya?" So flippant.
He blinked. Well, he couldn't possibly expect a, 'gee, you're welcome. Can't we all be friends now'. What had he expected? He didn't know but he had felt like he had to talk to these remarkable people.
He took a step forward. How was he to explain himself to these people? What had he done to spurn them so? "I wanted to also extend my apoloo." he couldn't finish his words as a arm wrapped around his neck in a very tight choke hold.
..........
She saw Trunks lunging forward to attack Ligh and didn't stop him. Why should she? She wasn't to sure what this guy wanted but she was pretty sure that he was bad news. He had never been good news in the past, so why would it be good now.
She saw ten men emerge with their hands on guns but they did not draw one as Ligh raised his hand to them. She only had counted five. she shook her head. She was loosing her touch.
Ligh had not been paying attention or was hoping to impress them with his passivity. Trunks easily got him in a headlock and held him firm. His blond hair, which was a little darker than she remembered it being back in her original time, flew back from his face and showed a thick scar that crossed from his lower left jaw, over his nose bridge and over his right eye. The right eye was slightly darker than the other one now.
She wondered where he got that wound?
"What the hell?" Trunks growled. Boy, he was angry.
"He came to apologize and to thank us," she said and walked forward. She wasn't sure what to make of this Ligh. He defiantly was different from her time, but she didn't know what it was about. Of course, this Ligh was a man, not a boy.
"Apologize!" Trunks growled. He was ready to go into a speech. She was pretty sure of it from the look on his face. He was doing a pretty good job of cutting of his hair. His men were getting ansty but they were not approaching. That was very smart of them. She could kill them without even so much of a second thought.
"Let's hear him out," She said and was even surprised as she said it. Of course, her dreams had been good lately. Or was he playing a trick just like his father once did to them? Damn. Things change so much when you meddle with time. "It can't hurt."
Trunks let him go and with a growl, "One wrong move and I will finish off your face!"
Oh, so dad gave him that scar. sorry, Trunks.
"Understandable sir," Ligh said and rubbed his throat and took some deep breaths.. He was a contradiction. This was not the same Ligh that she knew that had gone; well, a little nutty in jail. This guy was composed and sure of himself. well, for being threatened anyway. "I will say my piece and then leave. I do not wish to cause unwanted stress to your family." He waved to the men that had been approaching and they backed away.
Trunk's was going to go off again.
"Say it," she said and moved beside Trunks to keep him in check. She didn't want to hear about the agony that they caused again. It was best to leave it in the past. She knew about the agony and really didn't want to hear it again.
He cleared his throat and arranged his hair so that it hid his darker eye. "I did not want this to happen. I did not really understand the motivation for the attack on my family but it is not like I will miss my father.."
He sounded so sincere as he talked and she wasn't getting that bad vibe again.
Maybe this Ligh was different?
He looked as if he was willing to accept death if that is the only other option they offered him.
".leave this planet in peace and even protect it if that is what you wish."
He finished talking. How long had he talked? She wasn't to sure, but she had stared at him for the whole time, looking for clues that he was lying and didn't see one. He seemed to be telling the truth. He also seemed to be better built that she remembered the other Ligh was.
Trunk's was silent.
"I am not offering a fight," he said. "It is one of the ways that I differ from my father."
"How do we know that you are not trying to trick us?" she said and took a step towards him.
"I have seen you destroy my Uncle. I do not want to have your wraith on my head or my peoples. I do plan on changing things to the way that they once were," he said and the whole time he spoke with a deep sure tone and his head raised high. Damn it. He wasn't lying.
"I don't trust you," Trunks whispered. "I will not let you hurt my family."
Ligh just nodded. "Then I will leave." He started to limp away and Trunks grabbed his arm.
"How do I know you won't come back?" Trunks said.
"You don't," Ligh said and limped away.
..................
"I don't trust him," Trunks growled. He had never met the other Ligh in the other time. He did not see the need to. He looked over to Crystal who was watching him walk away with a slightly tilted head.
He did not like the way she was looking at him.
"I don't know. He doesn't seem like he is trying to deceive us." She said. "He is not like the other Ligh that I encountered." She looked at him. "I think we should go talk to him some more."
"Are you crazy!" Trunks snapped at her.
"I have been called that!" She said. "Damn it. Time changes everything! Everything changes in Time! Yada yada yada," she said. "Maybe, this Ligh is as noble as he makes himself up to be."
"He is the one that killed your father! You told me that!" he blinked at her.
"HE did not kill my father. I don't think he is capable of that," she said. "Plus, I have not been having any bad dreams lately so it has to be good."
"Dreams?" Trunks said as he watched her walk after Ligh. The enemy. "What the hell are you talking about? What do dreams have to do with any of this?"
..........
"What that who I think it was?" Vegeta growled. "Why didn't you kill him?"
"He is not the same Ligh as we encountered before," Crystal hissed at him. "I'm not just going to finish him off for kicks!"
Benot was fuming. "He deserves to die!" He growled. He was shaking. Boy, this was going to be a bad argument.
Everyone had watched Ligh walked way. They were seeing why it was taking Trunks so long to get the football and saw him wander off.
"He is not the same guy! Man. I have been having nothing but good dreams lately. Isn't that a good sign?" Crystal said with her hands on her hips and a very determined look on her face.
"I still don't get the dream thing!" Trunks said with his arms folded tightly to his chest and a stern look on his face. She seldom saw him look so much like his father.
Cyrus spoke up. "It is a good sign." Even though he wasn't answering the question. "No shadows in your dreams."
"None. They are clean." She said. "I think it is the first time that I slept so well in years!"
Trunks face-hardened further. He did not like the fact that his question was being ignored.
"You can't believe him though," Benot said. He was pacing rather furiously. "I can't go through this again. Damn it! I thought it was going to be over! I do want to deal with it. Not again!"
"It will be over," Cyrus sighed. "You know how interference in a time changes things."
Crystal put her hands on her hips and stood up to Benot. "Well, you will see how different he is tomorrow."
"What? Why? What is happening tomorrow?" Benot snapped.
"I invited him over so we can get everything out in the open. If I have a bad dream tonight, I will let you know and we will make sure that he leaves us alone again, but if I only dream of good things and you will hear what he has to say!" She said. "AND THAT IS THAT!"
Bulma smiled.
She was so much like her.
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