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"You want what? Is he totally nuts now? Where is he going?" Piccolo was not at all enthusiastic about Vegeta's suggestion. He told me he had a strange feeling about the whole thing and that I shouldn't go with him.


"Hey, stay calm ... I don't think Vegeta has come to do anything bad ... for once ..." I grinned and tried to calm Piccolo as best I could with my words.


"All right ... but take care, yes?" he finally gave himself up and so I gave him another kiss on the cheek and disappeared with quick steps from the palace.


Admittedly ... I had a bit of a queasy feeling about the whole thing, but I was just too curious what Vegeta had to say and besides ... with his words he awakened a little bit of hope for my survival in me. ..



When I got outside again I could see that Vegeta was still standing motionless and with crossed arms in front of her chest. It didn't seem to have moved an inch in my absence. "Hmm ... I have absolutely no knowledge of that ..." I thought as I slowly walked towards the Saiyan prince.


"Is that also possible faster?" he snapped, but I didn't even bother to react to his words. After I finally found myself next to him on the edge of the platform and consciously raised myself provocatively and also with folded arms in front of him, I noticed how his facial features slowly began to relax.


"Well, then we can start now!" he said with a somewhat exaggerated enthusiasm that I didn't buy from him at all ...


A few seconds later it began to lift off the ground very slowly and suddenly it was floating about half a meter high in the air in front of my eyes.

"What is it? What are you waiting for?"


"Are you kidding? As you may know, I can't fly!" I hissed back and was well aware of how Vegeta was once again making a joke of his imagined superiority.


"Oh yes ... human woman ..." he grinned.


I could see from his contemptuous looks how it was with his attitude towards people ... and it was enough for me to have to feel that on my own body.


Vegeta lowered herself to the floor almost silently and took a step towards me. Suddenly and with a rough jerk he suddenly took me in his arms and without my having the chance to defend myself or even jump off we were several meters in the air in the next moment.


"What was that supposed to mean? You can at least ask beforehand!" I said angrily, even though I hadn't resented his action at all.

"Pah! You can be glad that I'll take you with me! Usually I don't play the taxi!" he countered and I decided to behave a little more calmly and deliberately towards him in the near future. I don't know exactly how long we flew ... I was too busy clinging to him at Vegeta's enormous airspeed. After a while we landed on a kind of ledge from which one could easily see an entire city. Admittedly, the view and the surroundings were really beautiful and romantic ... just a shame that I had to be in this place with Vegeta of all people ...


More carefully than expected, he slowly let me down and I was still a little amazed at his unusual choice of location.




"Tell me Vegeta, how do you know such wonderful places?" I asked with a grin and looked at him expectantly.


"That ... this is a place that I have known for a long time and that I have often visited ..." His voice became quieter ... yes, almost even a little sad and suddenly he lowered his head ...

"Vegeta? Is something wrong? We can go somewhere else if you want!" For some reason I had the feeling that something was bothering him and he was struggling hard with it.


"No ... it ... everything is fine." was his answer, but I didn't believe a word he said. Since my time with Piccolo I had learned a lot about others, but above all about myself, and I could literally feel something in the air. Something that almost made Vegeta breathe ...


"Vegeta ... I can tell that something is wrong with you!" My voice evoked a greater concern for the prince than I consciously wanted to allow. I felt the rays of the sun on my skin and every now and then a gentle, quiet wind blew over it. Several times I tried to brush aside individual strands of hair that had fallen into my face by the wind. It struck me that Vegeta was barely taller than me ... only his long, black hair gave the impression that he had to be a lot taller.Without a word he looked into space and when I looked at him from the side for a few seconds I suddenly felt the need to comfort him. The otherwise so strong, proud prince made the impression on me as if he were the most unhappy, loneliest person in the world. Carefully I took another step towards him .. and when he then turned to me, looked me straight in the face and loosened his arms from their arms, I was anything but sure that there was only evil in him. Although there was still something cool and merciless in his gaze, I knew exactly that it would look different inside him.


After our eyes had fixed on each other for eternal seconds, the Saiyajin turned away again and looked down from the ledge with wide-ranging eyes.


"This is a special place ... I like it ..." he suddenly started and my heart stopped almost instantly when I heard him talk like that.

"Ve ... Vegeta ???" I asked completely perplexed and had no other choice but to wait and see how the situation would develop further.


"Everything is so different here. Nobody expects anything from you ... you don't have to prove anything to anyone ... not even to yourself ... I was often here ... when it began to get unbearable down there ... and worried ... yes, I worried a lot ... "


I didn't have the words. What Vegeta was saying ... it was like screaming right from my heart ... screaming desperately ...


"The first time I was here after the fight against Cell ... and after Kakarott gave his life for all of us ... I wondered why he did that ... and I also found an answer to it ... "




I had to swallow and suddenly felt my hands start to sweat ...


"I found this answer in Bulma. We were already together at this point, but only now did I notice what was always different between Kakarott and me.He did what he did for his family, for his wife, son and friends. Not least out of sheer selflessness towards all of humanity ... "


Vegeta paused for a moment and his head sank again.


"Me on the other hand ... I just fought to be stronger ... stronger than that wretched Kakarott and his son ... that I never made it ... I hated him for that ... I hated him and mine the only will was to defeat him one day ... no matter what the cost. "


"Vegeta ... everyone has forgiven you ... you are one of them ... you are his friend!" I said and found it hard to hold back from hugging him.


"Maybe ... but I haven't forgiven myself ... I will never do that. I was ashamed of it ... ashamed of my insight and that something in me has changed inexorably. My ... my father would Never forgive me for that ... "


Then something happened that I hadn't expected.An almost inconspicuous tear slowly ran down his face ... but he ... he wiped it away ashamed.


"Listen ... you don't have to be uncomfortable at all ... on the contrary ... it shows your feelings and how serious you are. I ... I'm proud of you, Vegeta ... "


It was anything but easy to bring these words to your lips, but at that moment I would have done anything to be able to help Vegeta in any way. What must he have seen and gone through ...


"Because of Kakarott's friendship I felt deeply humiliated, even hurt ... back then ... when Kuririn had the chance to put an end to my life forever ... Kakarott asked him to spare me ... or when he resuscitated me with the Dragon Balls after Freezer killed me on Namek ... "


"I understand what you mean ..." I said timidly and I really had the feeling that I could understand Vegeta's words.He was a Saiyan. He was a prince and all he was ever allowed to experience was the incentive to fight ... to be the best ... not love and security ... no.


Vegeta lived solely for the fight and a Saiyajin who loses a fight or was even killed is in his eyes only worth a damn ... That's why he probably couldn't stand it, spared by Kuririn and later even by his archenemy Kakarott to be brought back to life. Yes ... I could understand Vegeta somewhere ... and that frightened me in a way that was unconscious to me.


"And I can't even blame Bulma for not wanting anything more from me lately ..." Vegeta continued sadly and clenched his now lowered hands into cramped fists.


"So what's going on?" I asked, feeling how the sky was about to collapse over Vegeta.


For minutes he said nothing and I slowly lost hope of getting an answer to my question.

"She has been avoiding me since the incident a little more than a year ago ..." said the prince suddenly and the desperate tremor in his voice could not be denied.


"Vegeta ... I didn't know that ..." I started to stammer but he just shook his head.


"I never thought I'd be able to say something like that to someone but ... I'm sorry. It's all my fault that I was so freaked out at the time ..."


"But that's long been forgotten!" I tried in vain to calm him down ...


"No. When I found out about your true origins, I realized something else ... I stole valuable time from you ... through my madness I took something from you that nobody can give you back. Forgive me ..."


I couldn't stop the tears from slowly welling up in my eyes and carefully placing a hand on Vegeta's shoulder.


"I haven't talked to anyone about it until now ... but you