Note: 5:26 am, the spelling has finally left me * waves to her afterwards * Well, a huge sorry to everyone who has wanted a sequel for a long time ... but for this FF I need the longest although it is usually the shortest. .. the two are not only a murderous couple, it is also murderous to write that. I'm having a miserable hardship and almost torment myself through it ... and on my worst list, the part also gets all the points, I hate the story like the plague. The plot is a mess, the writing style is terribly bad ... Nevertheless, I don't know what to do next ... for those who are interested, I don't write any more comments of my own accord ...


Okay, maybe that's just because I don't know a song that would fit (mind you, anime songs! I never listen to anything else on FF ...).










Piccolo opened his eyes wide.What did he just say? Had he misheard? Vegeta ... loves him? "Ve ... geta ..." he uttered between his teeth. Vegeta raised his head and looked at him with a mixture of anger, despair, worry and pain. "Calm down Vegeta! That's just one of your moods!" "I wish it were! Do you think I'm keen to tell my daughter that I love a green Namekian and would like to be with him ?!" he spat in his face. "You don't need to tell her, because it doesn't turn out that way anyway! Why should I reciprocate the feelings of such an arrogant guy? Even now you're insulting me in a natural way!" The devil growled at him. The prince looked at the ground, dismayed.


"Go home Vegeta. Otherwise your family will still be worried about you." "No ... nobody is worried ... except Bra maybe ..." "And what about your son?" "Trunks ... is more on Bulma's side ... I have no one ... like before ... like before .... "" You urgently need sleep.You look like you're about to fall over. "" Piccolo, may I stay here ...? "" If you leave me alone ... "Vegeta just nodded. He felt empty. Piccolo led him out of the room and into one of the guest rooms. There he left him alone.


When he stepped back on his own, he sighed. "Vegeta ..." He touched his head. "I need sleep ..." With a single quick movement he was in bed and crawled under the covers.




The twittering of birds reached his ear, and rays of sunshine shone straight into his face. He blinked and rubbed his eyes.


"Did I really do that yesterday? Did I really tell him I love him? I wasn't quite sure myself until now ... Hmmm, I the prince of the Saiyans love a simple Namek ... but at least he's one Fighter ... better than Bulma ... "


Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Vegeta straightened up and called: "Come in!" Popo entered the room. "I'll bring you breakfast. Then you shower and go."" Did that order Piccolo? "he asked quietly." Yes, he did. "" I'm not hungry, "he said and ran into the bathroom.




"Where have you been Vegeta again?" Asked Bulma when Vegeta got home. “None of your business!” He ignored her, but went straight to Bra's room. "Dad, where have you been? Mom was raving around when she woke up and suddenly you weren't there anymore. And I was worried too!" She fell on his neck. “I have a question Bra.” “Yes?” She looked at him with wide eyes. “If I stay away for a while, will you be fine with it?” “What, why ?!” “I have to convince someone to go my way.” “Huh?” “I'll be in Dende's palace. And there for a while stay .... ", he grinned his typical grin. "I don't understand the whole thing Papa!" "You don't have to. Stay here with your mother!" "I want to stay with you Papa ..." "No Bra ... not this time ..."


An hour later he was already packing his things."Can u tell me what this is supposed to be?" Bulma yelled at him. "I'll train in Dende's palace. As long as you finally fix the G - R!" "You can leave, if you want! You're just causing trouble!" "Fine." Vegeta shouldered a bag and wanted to leave the room. "Wait! What about the children?" "You will take good care of them in a short time," he almost whispered. "Vegeta ..." "I'll be back! I just don't want to neglect my training," he said coolly. "What about me?" "You're better off without me ..."


Vegeta thought it better not to say anything more. All words were spoken for him.




"What are you doing here again?" Piccolo growled as the Saiyan landed. “Continue my training.” “And why here?” “Because Bulma annoys me!” He snapped. “You me too!” “I don't care!” He passed the Namek, but then stopped. "What kind of experiment was that you took part in?" "Is none of your business! "" Yeah, why do I ask? "Vegeta decided to set up first - when you throw a few things in a closet can be called set up.


"What's the matter with me lately? The tough prince of the Saiyajins has become a thing of the past? A total loser who has taken a liking to a green Namek ...."


Perhaps, he reflected, he was looking for a replacement. A replacement for Bulma. Their argument had been going on for several months now. Even if Vegeta didn't admit it - it bothered him. Bra had made him a family person who enjoyed being with his family. But now it was split into two camps. Perhaps he wanted Piccolo because he wasn't taking anything, there was no risk whatsoever. He didn't have a family. He sighed. Didn't know how to go on. He even showed him how he felt, as only Bra knew. Had shown that something was important to him, more important than the prince himself."He's not a wimp ... I'm one ..."


He immediately started his training. Wanted to steel body and mind.


Piccolo watched him from a distance.


"Somehow Vegeta has changed ..."