The Fate of a Saja-Jin - 4


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... and found what I was looking for. Son Goku knelt on the floor with his back to him and leaned forward. 'Yeah yeah, get on with it first ... has probably taken you quite a bit, that half a portion like I really mixed you up!'




Vegeta's mouth rose further and he strode over to Kakarott, confident of victory. He put his hand on his shoulder - after all, he had just fired him a few meters through the air for the second time in a full day program, but when he saw what he was doing it hit him like a blow: he hadn't hit Son Goku but the girl. Clear! Now everything made sense, Son Goku had avoided his blow, but she had jumped in between to protect herself from him. When Vegeta hit the pit of her stomach, he could hear a muffled scream, but he didn't concentrate on it, instead he had thrown his victim away with full force.

Goku carefully grabbed her shoulders and shook the girl slightly "Hey !! Can you hear me?" he asked and leaned forward, she didn't move, he shook her a little harder and asked her again. This time she blinked slightly and held her hands protectively over her stomach area, she tried to cough, but the attempt ended up in a choked puff and her eyelids twitched. She must be in terrible pain. Goku slowly tucked one arm under her knees and the other under her neck and carefully lifted her up. "I'll take you in to Bulma, she can take care of you" 'What are you, Kakarott? A nanny? ' thought Vegeta, now even more angry. Defiantly he stomped after Son Goku, who carried the girl into the house ...




... "Vegeta has what?" Bulma asked, dismayed, and looked at the pile of misery that lay on the sofa and writhed in pain. Then Bulma felt pity for the poor thing for the first time, she carefully sat down next to the injured woman and stroked her short hair, she opened her eyes slightly and stared into space.Bulma bit her lower lip and looked up at Vegeta, who was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "How did that even happen?" she asked, looking at him. "The stupid thing jumped in front of Kakarott when I was about to slam him" "The stupid thing?" repeated Bulma, who thought she had misheard. "Yes" confirmed Vegeta and turned away from her to look at the wall, which had apparently suddenly become very interesting. "What can I do if the brat thinks she has to throw herself between me and Kakarott?"




"Um ... Vegeta ..." Son Goku said soberly when he saw that Bulma wouldn't counter this time with any spell ... that really knocked her off her feet. She could remember when he would have wiped out almost all of the Z-Fighters if it hadn't been for Son Goku, Krillin and Son Gohan, but later, when he had practically joined them, Vegeta slowly began to change.He actually became more sociable, sure, the bad sayings were still to come, but he was no longer the cold-hearted warrior he had once been ... at least that's what she thought until now. He had beaten a girl almost ready for hospital with full force and made another derogatory remark afterwards? She shook her head barely noticeably and wondered how he could keep this coldness in his heart for so long.


"What?" Vegeta asked irritably at Goku, who was also staring at him blankly. Vegeta hissed something that sounded like "Sentimental Cripples" and then disappeared from the room. "I'll see to it that he doesn't do any more damage," said Goku and then disappeared as well.




Now Bulma was alone with the little one in the room, she looked up again and seemed to slowly recover. "Well, you?" Bulma said with a grin on her face. "All right?" A smile appeared on her lips. She closed her eyes again and her hands, still lying on her stomach, cramped."Let me see," said Bulma and carefully start to roll up the sweater that she had just borrowed from her stomach.


Her eyes widened again and she whispered "Oh dear!" Vegeta's blow might have reddened the epigastric reddening, but there were deep, bloody cuts everywhere. 'Hm ... you couldn't see it because of the black sweater' a cut went from her lower across her body to her waist, it was a long, straight cut, like a knife, a sharp knife. "Terrible", Bulma breathed worriedly and doctored the little one as best she could.




Bulma set about treating the individual wounds. When she leaned over the girl to plaster the cut on the other side of her ribs, she found something that made her curious, "Hey?" she leaned forward even further to figure out what this strange sign was supposed to be.


"Paw" she suddenly heard a female voice say."What?" Bulma leaned in astonishment at building blocks. The little one didn't seem to have swallowed her tongue after all. "Paw" she said again and pointed to the sign. In fact, it looked like a paw print, that of a big cat. The only question was how he got there. Below the left rib was the paw, about the size of a child's fist. It was clear that this sign could not be of natural origin, as the color was a dark gray. Gray is a color that the human organism cannot produce in the area of ​​the skin ... Bulma was surprised, but decided to get to the bottom of the matter later. At the moment she found it more important to fix the cuts. Maybe at some point she would tell all by herself where those cuts and the paw came from?


Suddenly Bulma grinned back, "You know what, we'll just call you Paw, you seem to like that" She smiled now so that her eyes became small slits.Bulma turned back to the cuts and began to quietly hum a song to cheer up the little one.




In the meantime, 2 pubescent young men were on their way to the Capsule Corp. It was Son Goku and Chi Chi's son Son Goten and Trunks, the son of Bulma and the eternal Motzki Vegeta. Apparently Goten had hatched some nonsense again and Trunks would now, as always, have to suffer from it. He'd let himself be led to all sorts of stupid things, but this time he didn't feel like it. He didn't even want to know what was in the bush, all Goten had told him was that Trunks was already scheduled and couldn't help but swing his tired bum up and be there.


"Oh come on, Trunks !!" Son Goten begged as he walked next to his best friend. "Just this once !!" "No!" Trunks protested, demonstratively turning his head the other way. He was not at all enthusiastic about Goten's plans.But he didn't let up, he put his palms together and bowed so that he had to look up at Trunks "Trunks, I'll never forget you too !! Don't be a frog ... please" Trunks rolled his eyes "I just can't believe it "Son Goten! Why do you always have to involve me in your idiotic actions?" That was Goten's cue, he straightened up again and pushed Trunks lightly with his elbow. "You'd be stuck in your place if I didn't leave you and would offer some action. "The other boy shook his head and rolled his eyes" Now he's totally nuts "" I have enough action ... even WITHOUT you! "" Yes ... sure "said this ironically . Then he walked around Trunks and began to ruffle his hair until it was about the same as Trunks', he changed his voice a bit and then began to babble in a pathetic high-pitched tone: "I'm ... * cleared my throat * Trunks! My schedule is sooooooooo full.For example, I have to help my mom around the house and then I have to exercise a lot and then ... uh, I always have to pretend I don't want a girlfriend ... that takes a lot of time. Of course I could have one, but I just think it's stupid because I only get the girls that the good-looking Goths don't want "


"Now shut up!" Trunks interrupted him without making a face at this bad performance. "Just because I'm not after everything that has a skirt and two legs doesn't mean that I have nothing to do" he turned to Goten and looked "Got it?"


Goten paused for a moment, then suddenly he began to grin all over his face, "So you're coming with me?" Trunks pressed his lips together and pushed air through his nose, Goten could be incredibly penetrative, but he was successful in almost all cases. All of a sudden Trunks dropped his tense shoulders and his face relaxed again. "I don't have a choice."Great!" Said Goten happily. "Yes, really great!" Trunks thought ironically and got ready for something.


The two had quickly picked up something from the refrigerator, where "small" meant something like to empty half the refrigerator. Bulma's excuse was that they were still growing ...


Shortly afterwards, Trunks left a note for his mother and left with his friend. "I just hope my mum didn't hit yours again !!" Goten said, slightly worried. "She always gets really jittery when I don't come home after school" "Oh nonsense! I bet your mum is sitting at home and relaxing because she has some peace and quiet in front of you chaos!" "Oh yeah?" Goten challenged his luck today. "I beat you up as a little kid and I'll do it again !!" Trunks threatened and looked at the other with pressed lips. "And what do you dream at night?" Goten grinned provocatively, then he held his clenched fist under Trunks nose and waved it around "Smell it, that smells like a cemetery!"Both paused and looked at each other, suddenly Trunks shoulders shook slightly, once, twice and then he laughed out loud," Well, what is it? "Asked Goten, completely puzzled." Nothing, is okay. Let's just go, okay? "Trunks was on his way again when Goten grabbed his arm" Not that fast ... do you think I couldn't kick your butt? "


'Oh oh,' Trunks thought. He shouldn't have laughed at him, Goten has been a bit ... sensitive the last few weeks. Goten lowered his gaze and recalled the events ...




... 3 weeks earlier


Goten's crush, Naoko Hyuga was standing with a few friends in the school yard, not far from Goten and Trunks.


"Do you think I can land with Trunks?" Goten asked as he looked the girl up and down: She had