A / N: ~ harr harr harr ~ Thanks for the clerks that I have received so far! I really needed a little ego boost ...






But briefly about tarragon: Nope, I'm not Sphinx and as far as I know we're not related: I'll take that as a fat compliment, because your story BECOME A FATHER IS NOT HARD is probably one of the best I've read to date have!






And to your guess ... should I really give it away ?! * GGG * * Extreme-readers-fidget-lassing *: o) Is Paw a Super-Saja-Jin .... tjaaaaaa ..... No. She is not ... or none. But it still comes thick and thick for the Z-gear!






I'll read through your story later, I'm really excited ... oh hey !! What do my evil eyes see there? Do you mention BARDOCK in your story? Hey, you already have a best friend more * wink * Bardock is MY hero, I literally learned the special about him by heart * purr purr * ... ahem ....: o)











The Fate of a Saja-Jin - 5






From Evil_N


















It wasn't quite dark that night. A moon that was not quite full, together with a few stars, illuminated the firmament and bathed the rooms of the individual houses in a ghostly light. Again a light breeze was blowing, causing the leaves of the trees to rub against each other, creating a background of faint rustling. It was completely silent in the Capsule Corp building.






Vegeta and Bulma were lying in their bed, Vegeta had already fallen asleep and was lying under the covers, facing Bulma. Bulma, who couldn't sleep, took a closer look at him. She put her elbow up and leaned her head against it, she could see Vegeta's body moving steadily up and down. He must already be in a deep sleep, his eyelids twitched a little irregularly and Bulma wondered if she would ever completely solve the mystery that surrounded him.She smirked slightly when she noticed that his face looked grim even when he just lay there and slept. She watched him for a long time and thought about what had shaped him so much in his childhood that he just couldn't get rid of it.






A few rooms down, someone rolled from one side to the other, Trunks wanted to sleep, but somehow it didn't work ... Maybe he should have trained? After that he always fell asleep immediately ... he threw himself on his back and stared at the ceiling when he noticed how the curtains on his window slowly reared up, he raised his head and watched the thin material swaying in the wind, a A cool breeze went through the room and as the air slid over his body, a slight shiver ran through him. Trunks let his head fall back into bed and took a deep breath ... it took a few more winds, but eventually Trunks fell into a light and well-deserved sleep.





In the meantime, Bulma had fallen asleep without wanting to. Her head was sloping on her upper arm and the supported elbow was still upright, her other arm was stretched out in Vegeta's direction. The hand was on his back, just in front of his, he only had to reach out his fingers to grab hers ...






Vegeta had been awake for a few moments, he had had bad dreams and after opening his eyes he had seen Bulma's hand. His own hand rose so that his fingers could reach for hers. His eyes wandered up the strange hand, along the slender arm, over the shoulder to the face that slept so peacefully. For a moment his gaze stayed on the strand of hair that hung over Bulma's loose face. He looked at the hands again. His hand hadn't moved any further in the meantime. It was still lying briefly over the mattress ... somehow he wanted all of this, 'I've almost become a sentimental marsh-mellow myself' ...





Suddenly Vegeta withdrew his hand, he mumbled something about 'all humbug' and then turned around to go back to sleep.












... Vegeta dreamed that he was a child again. He was the young prince of the Saja-Jin again and sat in the training hall with his combat troops. Master Ooyami stepped in and looked meaningfully down at his young warriors ... his eyes met Vegeta's and Vegeta stared back. Vegeta had never looked away first when someone made eye contact with him. As a prince, he had the power and the appropriate ego to override everyone and everything. It was so now, and it always has been. He was the chosen one, the only one and he would not disgrace his race.






After a little while, Master actually turned away from him and slowly nodded. He asked Vegeta and Kunzit to 'get a zero' number to stand up and come into the ring.The two obeyed and stood opposite each other. Vegeta immediately went into fighting stance and just waited for the signal from the master to finally start thrashing. The latter, however, put his hand on his shoulder and slowly shook his head. 'Well how then, you old waffle?' he thought, impatiently. "What do you see, Vegeta?" he asked the boy, pointing to the one across from him. "I see Kunzit," said Vegeta, who took that for granted and didn't know what the stupid question was about. "Mhm" nodded the master further. "As I had thought" he mumbled incomprehensibly and turned away from the young prince. "How would you attack Kunzite now?" That was Vegeta's cue, a nasty grin formed on his face immediately " Well after a somersault I would kick him straight against the back of his knee, "replied Vegeta casually," that's his weak point "" And what if "the master asked further," you didn't know him?"" No idea damn it! "Vegeta cursed and threw his arms in the air" I would kill him, mow him away, knock him out ... he's not a serious opponent for me "Vegeta wondered what all this crap was about, after all they were here to fight and not for a coffee party. "You are very temperamental, Prince Vegeta ... that can either be an incredibly great advantage for you in a battle" an arrogant smile appeared on Vegeta's lips "... or your greatest weakness "The young prince's facial features hardened." You have to remember one thing, Vegeta: Things are not always what they seem "...












In a clearing not really far away ...






A little ferret whizzed across the meadow. A larger animal had just tried to catch it, but since this little hop was so nimble and knew the area so well, it had found a cheap hiding place in no time at all.He had just come out of his cave and was therefore a little out of breath. He stood still for a moment and raised his head. Did it notice that something was wrong? A knife was pulled out of a sheath for SNIKT, the small, flashing eyes twitched excitedly to and fro to search the surroundings. Had the fine come back?






SSSSS-T-K-K-K ... the sharp blade was still vibrating slightly back and forth. It was halfway into the bark of the tree. Steps slowly approached and someone leaned forward and grinned slyly, after making sure that everything was as it should be, the steps slowly retreated and left the blade in the tree, the mark was set .. .. a few minutes later a muffled noise was heard from not too great a distance.












Paw stood restless and indecisive in the room and turned back and forth in front of the mirror, she pulled her pants up a bit and turned to the side to see her bottom.She put her hands on her buttocks and watched how it all looked in the mirror. She stuck her tongue out cheekily at her reflection in the mirror and then turned on the other side, this time she pulled the pants down a bit and carried out the whole procedure again and then decided to simply take the garment off completely. Nobody would burst into it ... would they?






She looked in the mirror one more time and ruffled her short black hair, then put her hands on her stomach, stuck it out and playfully drummed on it a few times before turning away from the mirror and walking over to the bed. Her thumbs slipped under the elastic that held the pants in place, and then she peeled off the much too loose garment. The pants instantly fell down her slender thighs and clenched on the floor into a small pile of fabric. Paw stepped out of his pants, first with one leg, then the second, she leaned to the side and lifted the clothes onto the small, black stool next to her bed.Bulma had told her that at the moment they only had this bed that squeaked so horribly if you only looked at it crookedly. Paw didn't care, she had always been a quiet sleeper. In fact, the frame squeaked twice loudly and clearly so that she winced a little and her figure cast shadows on the wall. One shadow for the first leg, then the second shadow, and then another ...






She was lying on her side, pulling her legs up a little, her hands folded under her head and her eyes closed. Her body lay completely still, but she wouldn't be able to fall asleep like this, she needed a rhythm to fall asleep, that had always been the case, so she got it. In her mind she hummed a lullaby and rocked it gently to the beat .... and it was completely quiet again in the Capsule Corp. house.


















The next morning....





"Vegeta, would you hand me the coffee, would you?" asked Bulma, holding out her hand. "?" Vegeta looked up briefly and at her ... When she realized that he hadn't noticed, she repeated her request, this time a little more impatiently "The coffeeeeee ..." Vegeta turned back to his food and handed her the Jug without looking at her. 'Unbelievable how easily she freaks out,' he thought and grinned inwardly.






At that moment Trunks came shuffling down the stairs and rubbed his forehead "tomorrow" he struggled to get out. He was