Konichiwa! It's me again with the second part of my Storry! I don't think there is much to say, except that I am changing a few more facts which - as already said - are not very serious. I hope that you like my Storry at least a little ... Otherwise I can only say: Part 2 from!





Part 2: The reunion



They were led through the long corridors of the palace. It was made of white stone and hung, probably more symbolically, on the walls a few torches, which of course did not burn during the day. The palace wasn't full of gold or any paintings, no, it was more like ... simple. No, that was the wrong word .... He was not ostentatious but still magnificent and powerful. "That must be because of these huge pillars ...", Trunks thought, who was looking up at one of the 10m high colossi at this very moment. After several hours of traveling in the space capsule, Trunks liked to finally see something different than the bare steel wall of a spaceship.He looked forward again to assess their destination, to which they were heading, but could not discover anything that would be a worthwhile destination for them. "If father were here, he could certainly tell us where they are taking us ..." he thought.

Vegeta had been separated from them after landing on Vegeta-sei and had disappeared somewhere in the palace. It bothered Trunks that he didn't know where his father had gone. He glared at the back of the Saiyajin they were following. He finally wanted to know what was going on here.

Trunks was torn from his thoughts when they stopped in front of a huge portal. It was as high as the corridor, so its a good 10m. This gate was designed a little more elaborately than what they had seen of the castle so far. The hinges were larger and more ornate and also fine carvings covered the gigantic doors. Two Saiyajins stood by. You were kind of a guard.Her Saiyan guide exchanged a few words with one of them so quietly that Trunks couldn't understand them. But then the wings of the portal swung open and they entered a long, huge room.

Trunks was used to the monstrous height by now. Not even the many torches that were floor-length, nor the glazed side wall, which must have led to a kind of balcony, attracted Trunks' eyes. No, it was the many Saiyajins who just stood there in a row next to the long red carpet in their armor like pillars of salt. An obedience and a discipline emanated from them, which Trunks involuntarily covered with his father. He was used to it with Vegeta, but at this picture, of these many Saiyajins, Trunks shivered inwardly. He wondered what else to expect on this planet ...

Their guide had meanwhile set out on his long march forward towards the throne.Only now did Trunks really realize that they had to be in the throne room and he was staring straight out, right at the throne. As far as he could tell, there were at least three people standing there, a little to the left of the royal seat, but he couldn't see a king or the like. The Saiyajin, who had now reached the front, kneeled down, as he had once done before Vegeta a few days ago. He began to speak in a completely foreign language in a Trunks. It was sharp and short, but not choppy and in a way nice to listen to. Trunks looked at the others questioningly, but of course they couldn't understand a word either.

Something stirred in the small group in front of the throne at the Saiyan's words. Some of those present stepped aside to make room for a certain person: black, upward hair, black eyes with a cold look and a short beard ... It was the king, Vegeta's father, because a resemblance could hardly be mistaken .It had to be him. An intricate coat of arms was inscribed on his right chest on his wise armor, and a blood-red cloak hung from his shoulders. Around his neck he wore a gold chain with an amulet hanging from it. As they got closer, Trunks could see what was on it. It was also golden and circular. A dragon writhed on the amulet, which had thrown its head far back and was clearly dying. A huge monkey was carved behind him. One oozaru. The special thing about it was that the monkey was in the background and also smaller than the dragon and that everything was only scratched or at best poured with gold. But the eyes of Oozarus were rubies that flashed from the eye sockets and gave the monkey monster a menacing effect.

Trunks tore his gaze away from the amulet and let it wander over the king. He was a little taller than his son, about the same size as Son-Goku (in the Cell saga, Vegeta is half a head shorter than Son-Goku.It's only almost as big as Son Goku in the Boo saga). But the most striking were his eyes, from which she met a sharp and appraising look. There was a dangerous intelligence lurking in them, like Vegeta's, and they were almost as cold as his son's. But only almost.

The king had been silent the whole time. Now he stepped down a few steps that led up to the throne. His gaze passed over every face, observing. He paused at Son Goku. He screwed up his eyes a little, then raised his hand and called one of his servants to him. In the Saiyajin language, as Trunks strongly suspected, he said something to the Saiyajin, who then bowed and walked away. The ruler's gaze wandered on. About Gohan, on which his gaze stayed longer and then to Bulma. He examined them carefully and ran his eyes over the small child, who was sleeping at the moment, in her arms. Trunks. Bulma just gripped her son tighter and stared defiantly into the king's eyes.But before he could say or do anything, a door opened to the left of the throne. Through her came another Saiyajin who looked very similar to Goku if you ignored the scars on his face.

"Ah, Bardock! Nice to see you!" The king finally spoke in the language of the earth. He had a deep voice.

Trunks slowly began to wonder how many Saiyajins still ruled this.

Bardock bowed to him. “We have visitors!” He made an inviting gesture towards Trunks and Co. Bardock turned to them. His gaze slid over their faces and stopped on Gokus. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I think I can rise to believe that we are dealing with Kakarott, your renegade son, what do you think?” The king's voice was bursting with scorn, scorn of Goku.

"This is your father ???" The others looked as if they had been run over by an omnibus.Trunks thought he had misheard too. Goku's father! Son-Goku looked like someone had kicked him roughly. His features darkened quickly, however, as he wasn't particularly good at talking to his family on the part of the Saiyajins.

Bardock didn't answer, but walked all the way down the stairs until he was directly in front of Son Goku. The two stared into each other's eyes. The older one took a step closer to his son so that their faces were only a few centimeters apart.

Then Bardock stepped back without another word and stood next to the king. He just smiled coldly and continued with his inspection. Now it was Trunks' turn. The king was startled. His forehead furrowed as if he was thinking hard about something. Then he stepped up to Trunks. Trunks was used to that calculated look. He knew him from his own father. But he felt a lot more uncomfortable under the look of this man, he didn't know this man after all.But he didn’t show anything.

The king had started walking slowly around Trunks. With his arms crossed behind his back, he looked closely at the younger man. At last he stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the eye. Then he started to grin. A mean, cold grin. "So, so, look ... you look strangely familiar ... can you tell me where from?" "I don't know that we would have met before.", Trunks replied calmly. But he wondered what he meant. Did he have ... no, he didn't look SO much like his father ...

"We haven't seen each other either. But I know who you are ... you are Vegeta's son, am I right?" Trunks' facial features must have slipped for a moment, because the king smiled confident of victory. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the faces of his friends, some of them horrified and some surprised. All you had to do was ask yourself one question: how did the king know?

During this revelation, a murmur had arisen in the hall that immediately swelled into an angry growl, like in a beehive.The king silenced her with a single icy look.

"How ...", Trunks began. "It's easy to see," interrupted the king. "You look like him, you sometimes have his facial expression ... and above all, you have his eyes. The look is very similar, even if certain elements are missing, but sometimes it is identical ..." Trunks was flat . He hadn't known that he was so much like Vegeta after all. The king was about to continue when the huge doors at the end of the room opened again. Vegeta entered the room.

He looked different. He was now back in about the same armor as when he first arrived on earth, so like his father. (We remember: on earth he still had such extensions at the lower edge of the armor that went over his thighs. But when he was healed after his fight with Son Goku, he was wearing armor without these thigh protectors. Who’s not thinks, will soon be able to convince himself of it, will come back soon.That made him look more like who he was than ever: the prince of the Saiyajin.



Vegeta strode through the gigantic portal, flanked by two Saiyajins. His gaze unobtrusively roamed the hall. He remembered every detail, even if he had only spent the first six years of his life on this planet. But he was not interested in architecture. He wanted to know if the king was really still alive, as had been claimed. His gaze fell on the others, who had obviously been here a little longer. Then he saw him. He was standing right in front of Trunks.



For the moment the king lost all interest in Trunks and