Even if there weren't many, I would of course like to thank you for the comments I have received so far. * smack * Thank you! So. And it goes on!






"You are very strong," remarked another. "Maybe you can help us!"


"What do I get for it?", Vegeta asked mockingly and tore himself away. He swayed a little at first, but at least managed to stop. His injury came back excruciatingly. However, he didn’t show anything.


"What do you get for it? You -"


"Ragner, don't you see that he's wounded? We have to take care of it first!"


The prince turned. Another of these strange beings had appeared behind him. A man. He was very old, as evidenced by his wrinkled face and long, silvery beard. He wore a golden robe that reached to the floor and his watchful eyes radiated an ancient and almost physically tangible wisdom.He was an imposing figure. The Saiyajin had to put his head back to look him in the face.


"Who are you?" Vegeta asked as contemptuously as he could to cover up the growing feeling of insecurity.


The old man smiled forgivingly. "My name is Simael. I am the prophet of the planet Troson and leader of the Cunsai tribe. I am very pleased to meet you."


"Who knows how long," the Saiyan muttered firmly.


"What's your name?" Wanted to know who Simael Ragner had called.


The prince rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn't feel like answering stupid questions. Nevertheless, after some time of deliberate hesitation and without taking his eyes off the old man, he said: "I am Vegeta, prince of the Saiyajins. I am looking for my comrade Nappa. Support me or you will be executed in cold blood and without mercy."


The Prophet's face remained completely unmoved, only something flashed in his eyes for a brief moment that Vegeta could not place and that he did not exactly know if he liked.

Again it was Ragner who interfered. "What does this nappa look like?"


The prince was just about to politely explain to him that it was his business when the old man cut him off with a swift gesture. "Enough now!" He thundered. Any trace of friendliness had left his voice. "The young gentleman is still wounded. First you take care of it, then we talk!" He paused for a moment and then continued almost gently. "If you are hungry, I'll have something prepared for you for your physical well-being."


The Saiyajin nodded patronizingly, but suddenly he had the gray mush in front of his eyes again. He made a face in disgust. “I don't think that will be necessary.” His stomach contracted painfully at these words, but he stuck to it. He couldn't have gotten a bite out of this food anyway!


"As you wish," smiled Simael. "However, if you should change your mind at short notice, don't hesitate to let me know."

"Don't worry about that!" Replied Vegeta dryly. "If I need something, you'll notice it. Just like the rest of your clan!"


"I am sure of that. Please excuse me." The Prophet humbly bowed his head and walked away with great strides. All but the Saiyan and Ragner followed him.


Great - thought the prince scornfully. Now this Methuselah just runs away and I can mess with the biggest fool of this dump!


"Young gentleman? Are you coming?"


Vegeta sighed. Well, that was a great prospect ...


"Young gentleman?"


"YES!" Shouted the interviewee in a bad mood. "I'm on my way, you failure!"


The young Cunsai winced, startled, and started walking in silence. The Saiyajin accompanied him and used the time to look around. Not that it was worth it. Here and there there were isolated huts made of gray stone, a few children ran after him curiously, but they were painstakingly careful to always maintain the same, respectful distance between himself and him.Around the village long, sideways posts had been erected that shone black and menacing in the warm light of the day. However, they were so far apart that even Nappa would have been able to walk between them without any problems. So what was that supposed to mean? In any case, you couldn't get injured continuously this way. You had to be able to fly ... Vegeta shrugged. When he was done here, nobody would have to hide from anyone any more. Grinning, he raised his gaze and stared at the silver-gray sky. The rays that distributed the two suns - one was red and the other blue - tickled his nose. There is only one sun at home - the prince stated mentally and a little sadly and crossed his arms over his chest. That had always been enough for him.


"We're here," said Ragner suddenly, pointing to a large stone building with many small windows, locked by a heavy, iron-studded gate that was promptly opened.

"Ragner! Not again!" Hissed the young woman who had appeared on the doorstep. "This is really going too far! Who is it this time? Dref again? Or even you?"


She grinned wickedly and peered past him. She stared at Vegeta without hesitation and finally put her hands on her hips. He felt her gaze appraise him bit by bit. He too began to assess her because she had piqued his curiosity. For she was completely different from the beings of this tribe that the prince had already seen.


This girl didn’t look good-natured at all. Her skin was a little darker than his, and instead of kindness and compassion, one read cunning and cold in her dark, baseless eyes. Her features showed a complete hatred that she might feel for every creature in the universe. Her night-colored hair reached a little further than her shoulders and she wore a long, shiny black dress that was close to her body.

The Saiyajin was one hundred percent sure that she was not descended from the Cunsai.


"Stared enough?" She asked snipily and gestured to Ragner that he could leave. This immediately did as he was told.


"Sure," Vegeta replied coolly. "I was just waiting for you to stop gawking on your part."


"Oh," she sneered. "A very wild one. Well then come with me, my beautiful." Without another word, she disappeared into the house. The prince followed her ...