Chapter: VEGETA the Pharaoh Part5

Ha, ha. Now here is part 5 <br />
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Amiel: You are right, mah feels really lonely. ^^ <br />
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WVegeta @: Well, he's always good for a surprise. <br />
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Silver Star @: Enjoy yourself. ^^ <br />
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Wild Angel @: Well, I guess you were torn. <br />
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VegetaW17 @: Apparently he can do it. <br />
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Bardock Saiyan @: You'll be able to hug him again soon. <br />
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Part5: Fight against the gods <br />
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The next morning Marâná went to her "sons" room very early because she had a guilty conscience about the slapstick from the previous evening. <br />
She quickly fixed her biological son's bed, took off the covers and cried out loudly. <br />
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The pharaoh came running as fast as possible, of course Kakarott and Ischina had also woken up from the screaming. <br />
"Marâná dear, what happened? What does your outcry mean?" <br />
"Vegeta ... our son ... he's gone!" <br />
"WHAT !? How so?I'll have someone look for him at once. "<br />
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Pharaoh had rounded up his servants as quickly as possible to look for them all over the city, he couldn't have got that far. It was only important that the population should not find out about it, that would be fatal. <br />
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Meanwhile, the little Pharaoh Prince sat huddled in a gloomy side street. <br />
His eyes were glassy, ​​his cheeks red and everything in his head was spinning. Vegeta was sick, very sick, cursed with a high fever. Although the days were very hot, the nights were colder. <br />
The little Pharaoh Prince was very weak, but he still tried to get up, but went back a lot right away. Thank goodness it worked on the second attempt. <br />
He staggered through the streets, he didn't know where he was going, he let himself be guided by his feet, which with the time were heavier than lead. <br />
He dragged himself away painfully when he finally collapsed in the middle of the street.<br />
Suddenly one of the servants came by and saw his Pharaoh's son lying on the ground in the middle of the dirt. He picked him up and tried to shake him awake. <br />
"Master Vegeta, hey Pharaoh Jr. wake up." <br />
But it was in vain, he did not move. The servant brought the boy back to the palace as quickly as possible. <br />
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The Pharaoh and his wife sat worried on the bed of their sick son and waited for the doctor's judgment. <br />
"Well, to cut a long story short. Your son is very ill. He has a high fever from the cold of the night and from touching the corpse-herb plant. The only thing we can do is make a drink of the juice from the artillery plant." . Maybe this substance will lower the fever a bit, but to be precise, his life is in Ras hand. You will hear from me. See you then. "<br />
"Thank you doctor." <br />
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Worried and almost insane with fear, they looked at their son as he gasped for air and the sweat ran from his forehead.He rolled over, he had nightmares. <br />
"It's all my fault. If only I had never hit him. Because of me, he'll ... he'll ..." <br />
Marâná burst into tears, the Pharaoh put his arm around her. <br />
"It is not your fault. It is so chosen by fate. And if he is to pass this tough test, so be it. We can only pray now ..." <br />
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So, that's it. See you. ^^ <br />