Well ... the clerks kept themselves within limits ... but I thought maybe some will come later ... I'll just wait a little longer ...






But the Saiyan still didn't think about giving up. Unyielding, he kept his eyes open, forbidding them to fall. He still had a chance. He just needed a little energy. He lifted the index and middle fingers of his right hand with difficulty. Almost immediately, a small glowing point formed, but it only increased slowly until it finally grew to the size of a child's fist. Vegeta pointed to the door in front of him and -


once again fate was kind to him. The ball started obediently in motion, shattered on the annoying obstacle and this with it. The noise that arose was almost melodious for the prince. Melodious. Just great. It was impossible to ignore this noise!


Exhausted, he dropped his arm.Screams and startled shouts grew loud. Slowly he closed his eyes. He felt that someone was standing over him, gently touching him and finally gently lifting him up.


"Can you hear me?" Asked a dark male voice. "Are you all right?"


Despite his condition, Vegeta managed to bring out a clearly audible sigh. "I'm ... doing ... fine ..." he whispered with difficulty, then passed out.






The end of a tunnel. Stone stairs. Depth. Darkness. Torches. Stink. A long corridor. Blood soaked cloths on the walls. A gate. Blood. Strange signs and structures. Pawing. Darkness. Smoky candles. An altar. Dark chants. Being enveloped in black fabrics. Nappa. Chains made of iron. A black, shiny stone. Wafts of mist. A body. Darkness. The absolute darkness ...






Vegeta startled, drenched in sweat. Immediately he remembered the last events that had happened on this planet.He also had vague memories of a strange dream, but they were too vague to make sense. His breathing was fast and erratic, and his chest ached excruciatingly. Nevertheless, he did not sink back but looked around attentively.


The building he was in was small, not to say shabby. Apart from a linen-draped hole in the wall, there was only a table in the tiny stone house with three small stools. No pictures, no vessels, not even a fireplace or a couple of cupboards. Nothing.


The Saiyan himself was sitting on a small bed made of straw with blankets spread over it. So no bed either.


Vegeta shook his head ruefully. This was really no place for a prince. Carefully he let his gaze wander around the room one more time. It wasn't a place for just anyone! But at least - a merciless grin crossed his face - he had the opportunity to help these poor creatures!And if he noticed that one of those disgusting, abnormal creatures kidnapped his friend -


"Good Morning."


Vegeta frowned in confusion. Had someone just spoken to him?


"I hope you feel better."


Apparently yes. Slowly he turned his head towards the hole. A girl had appeared in front of the entrance to the oh-so-cozy little barracks. She was no more than fourteen, with long, light blond hair and skin that was glowing white as snow. Her eyes shone silver and her mouth showed an honest, radiant smile.


The Saiyan suddenly asked for a container in which he could evacuate his food if necessary.


"I hope I don't bother you."


"Yes, Püppi," replied the prince angrily. "You are very annoying!"


"She winced guiltily." I do - "


"Listen. If you're already there, you can go straight away and get me something to eat.But none of those pathetic little women portraits, understand ?! Above all, bring a lot of meat! I also wish to speak to the leader of your little ... pack! Now!"


The girl nodded quickly. "Right away."


"Not immediately! Immediately!"


"Yes, probably." And Vegeta was alone in the room again. He grinned maliciously. Sometimes it was almost too easy. An icy look. A hard way of expression.


Hardly anyone dared to contradict him. And not just because he was the king's son. Basically, he didn't really know why everyone was afraid of him. It was probably due to his confident demeanor. Someone even called him a demon once. That was too weird. He sighed. That was ten years ago. How time went by ...


Speaking of time! Where was this little woman ?! As if she had only been waiting for a thought of this kind, the girl entered the room. Silently she placed a steaming bowl on the table."There you go," she said with a smile. Vegeta just growled angrily - as did his stomach.


“Our seer will be here soon.” She curtsied and wanted to disappear again, but the prince called her back.


"What's your name, Püppi?"


"Dänika," replied the interviewee briefly and after considerable hesitation. Then she gave herself a noticeable jerk and asked: "Why do you want to know that?"


The Saiyan laughed humorlessly. "Yes ... Why do I just want to know ..." He rose threateningly. A stabbing pain, which quickly subsided, ran through him. "That's a good question ..." He stepped towards her menacingly. Her heart beat faster from second to second. He triumphed inwardly. He loved these mind games. There was a subtle scent of fear on her now. When their bodies were almost touching, he stopped. "I just care -" he began in a soft voice, "because I have to find out somehow who your parents are to explain to them that I killed you!"

Brutally he pushed her away from him, but she still managed to cling to the edge of the entrance so as not to fall helplessly backwards.


Vegeta looked battered and leaned his mouth to her ear. "I guess I'm not quite healthy," he whispered, took a step back and kicked her in the chest as hard as he could. Danika couldn't even scream as she was thrown out of the room.


When, after endless seconds of floating through the air, she finally hit the ground, she was already dead. The black cloth that hung in front of the hole and that she had torn with her sank slowly on her lifeless body and covered it to the biggest part.


The Saiyan giggled bored and turned back to his food. So! And now -


He grimaced in disgust when he saw what the little girl had dragged him. A gray mush that resembled a half-digested piece of lizard bile.Or at least something like that.


He wouldn't even taste it!


Angrily, he grabbed the table and threw it across the small room. "Not with me!" He roared and a huge gust of wind swept the tiny house, as well as some of the nearby buildings, away. "After all, I'm a prince!"


A wave of pain made him cry out. He felt that his injury was torn open again. He doubled over and dropped to one knee. Blood seeped silently into the earth. His blood.


Vegeta watched indifferently for a few more seconds as the valuable fluid poured out of his wound. Then he got up, shaking his head. What kind of bunglers were they on this planet? They had absolutely no idea how to help an injured person! And this time he didn't mean the easy, fast way, but the ... well, the other one!


An excited babble of voices approached him and suddenly he saw himself surrounded by about two dozen of these holy shining beings.What now? He was wounded. And they were in the majority. Besides, he didn't know how much the men in this village were capable of. And this time he was facing only men! So he had to try to sort it out diplomatically!


Leisurely he stretched his arm to one side and pulverized six of those around him. "Bring me to your pack leader, otherwise I'll keep doing it until I've systematically exterminated you!"


No reactions.


Again he killed six of them.


Nothing.


Again six turned to dust. “So what is it now?” He was breathing hard. He barely had any strength left. Why didn't these glitter zombies do anything either? "This is ... your last chance. Better take it." His knees went weak. Sighing, he lost his balance. Immediately they ran towards him. "Who said it!" One growled and grabbed the Saiyan by the wrist ...