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The Fate of a Saja-Jin - 1


From Evil_N




The rocky desert below seemed endless ...


Many battles have already been fought here and many have soaked the hard ground with their last drop of blood. Many boulders were blown up by Kame Hame Has or other attacks, but no matter how bad it looked afterwards, this place had recovered from it, slowly but surely it had found its original shape and grains of dust turned into grains of dust with the help of time and the tides only to form larger, more powerful boulders that should again offer protection or target for attacks.


The place doesn't know why its crumbling backdrop is renewed again and again in order to end up looking even more pompous than before.Little does he know that he is the setting for the most gigantic fights of all time. Why should he know? He couldn't change if he wanted to anyway. That is his fate and he just had no other choice.




Vegeta was standing on a slope, the cold wind blew relentlessly in his face, his eyes watered slightly to protect himself from drying out. Anyone else would probably have turned away, or at least closed their eyes. But not him, he didn't want to close his eyes ... he finally wanted to see clearly.


He stood there like a lone wolf, looking down at the valley, letting his gaze wander around in the yawning emptiness. The fox-red sand, the bare boulders were all he saw, what he wanted to see.




Just a few seconds ago Vegeta had fled up here. He had run, run to maybe lose a little of his energy. The more energy he had, and he knew it, the more likely he was to use it.The beast in him was just waiting for an opportunity to finish what he had started, he longed to live out whatever was brewing in his head.


But Vegeta also knew that it would be a big mistake ...


He didn't want to lose his temper, not yet. His breathing was still heavy, his chest rose and fell erratically under his combat suit, and his eyes flickered with hatred. Abyssal hatred.


The broad shoulders and the extensions of his suit offered strong resistance to the wind, had Vegeta not been so strong, the wind would probably have torn him off the ground.


Two fists clenched at the end of his muscular arms. He pressed his fingers together so tightly that the tips of his fingernails made deep cuts in the palm of his hand. But he didn't care either, it completely eluded his perception. He didn't even feel the red liquid running out of his palms and slowly dripping onto the floor.It wasn't his blood that interested him now, no, it was the strange blood. It was still clinging to his cheek, he could still smell it. The perspiration of his own body made the smell even more intense and he got into his nostrils.


When he could smell it, he raised his hand and ran his index and middle finger from his right ear down to his chin, then he fixed his eyes on the red fingers. Blood. He must have kept it as a remnant ... he let his hand drop again and his eyes fixed on the indestructible sea of ​​stone.




At that moment many thoughts were buzzing through his head, and at the same time not a single one. That's what panic is all about. Panic chases an icy chill down your spine, lets a thousand thoughts break out and not a single one to finish. Vegeta wondered if he really felt all this, or if it was just a simple illusion, actually he didn't know anything at the moment, who was he?Who did he become? What had he become?




The valley below was still reflected in his eyes, was it really empty? Vegeta wanted to believe it, he tried with all his might and every time he opened his eyes again after blinking, he prayed inwardly that he really wouldn't find anything more, but it wasn't like that. No, it was still there ...


After finally realizing that there was no point standing around here forever, he decided to fly away ... just for a little while.


For the moment everything was safe here, of that he was certain ... He had made sure that it was over ... for the time being.




As he hovered across the sky and looked ahead, he felt that this would not help. There was no point in distracting yourself now, it was just too late. Before, he didn't have to worry about others. There used to be no one to mourn - not like that. There were only losers, beings who were not up to him in battle, he had no problems with finishing them off.A ball of energy ... and they were history. But this time the case was different, this time he was on the other side.


Vegeta, the prince of the Saja-Jin had never learned to deal with such a wound and if it was right he would never really learn ...