The Fate of a Saja-Jin - Dec.


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A / N: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I know this time I really kept waiting for me. But it's NOT my fault! WHAT DID I EARN THAT ONLY? I can no longer get on the Internet with my computer * puking * Well, I hope you stay true to me even if it takes a little longer. But today there is an extra fat portion of updates. N / A? Is that what? :) I will send more supplies again as soon as I am ready (of course, right?). Will it be raining comments by then? * hopeful look *




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The Fate of a Saja-Jin - Dec.




Finally she leaned against his chest and one hand wrapped around his chest and she slowly stroked his ribs up and down. He took this as a sign that he could begin to tell.



"When Freezer showed up and supplied the Saja-Jins with new scouters and the other stuff, we had no more use for the scouts. So they looked for another job. They became bounty hunters." Vegeta paused as if he wanted to create some tension.




Bulma felt a little sleepy. Although she had spent most of the day in bed, she was so used to being around the prince that without him sleep was simply not nearly as relaxed as with him. Her hand was still sliding up and down by his side.




"I don't need to emphasize that they were very reliable in their new job too. But it was even more than that ... after a while killing wasn't enough for them, they made an art of it." His voice was still always emotionless and he sounded very monotonous. It was not difficult for Bulma to guess that he was bringing up this topic for the first time today. Vegeta was always like that when it came to unpleasant things from his past.



Saja-Jins were a people of warriors and they always had been, it was their fate and it was in their blood. As is the case with things that one instinctively masters, Saja-Jins sooner or later took fighting for granted. It was nothing special for them anymore and they swamped.


That is not to say that they have lost interest, it was just the innovation that suffered. More and more, the fighters focused on energy balls and the destructive power of their oozaru form than on the ordinary "man against man" fight




The scouts were different ... fighting and killing was new, exciting to them. So they researched and experimented a lot on a scale that the Saja-Jins could not imagine. Gradually, specialists developed for all kinds of fighting, killing methods and torture. They called themselves "artists of death" and most of the time they lived up to their name.



In order not to get bored, they expanded their "list" on their own. When their mission was to exterminate an individual, it usually ended up in family graves ... seldom did anyone survive.


But that wasn't the most terrifying thing, the artists didn't kill quickly and painlessly, but slowly and painfully, and that was the crucial difference, that made them dangerous.




Vegeta himself had done things in his life that he was no longer proud of today, but he had heard stories that even made it difficult for him to swallow. It was only now, as he reviewed these stories before his eyes, that he fully realized the consequences of his negligence. If he hadn't killed the hunters, they would have come back. And then the prince would have experienced first hand what it is like to see the painful death of one's own family with my own eyes.




The movements of Bulma's hand slowed and eventually died away completely.He looked down at her head and knew she was tired. He was a bit sleepy himself. Vegeta tilted his head back and closed his eyes.




Shortly before he noticed how his thoughts slipped away from him and he slipped over into the dream world, it was as if he heard Onna ask "But what did you want from Paw then?" He wasn't sure if it wasn't already a dream but one thing was certain.


The question was justified.




Sequel follows...






A / N, the second: The chapter here is shorter than the skirts in "Agent Aika"!


Then I quickly take the opportunity to stir the drum up a bit and announce what's coming up in the near future. I wasn't (just) lazy !!




"Son Gohan's last battle" is probably the most confused and haphazard piece that I have ever come across. Anyway, there won't be a sequel to this in the near future, unless I'm extremely drunk and someone straps me to an armchair in front of the PC. But that can't happen because (children: listen up !!) ALCOHOL IS EVIL!So I'll keep my hands off it!




"Female intuition" should actually have been a one-shot, hence the last word "END". It should be one of those stories where you just think about it (like "Neon Genesis Evangelion" / "Matrix" ~ Wow! How humble I am to compare my story with those ...), but I still have myself decided for a prequel that portrays Vegeta's view of things. You can be curious!




Otherwise I have a very nice FF that I have only written in English so far.


It's a Bardock / Taanipu story, that is, it's about Kakarott's parents. Okay, that sounds horribly gähnial and trite, but I've built in pretty much everything that is specific to DragonBall (well, except for the Dragonballs). There is a tournament, a lot of gags (and this time they are BETTER than in the "last stand", I swear !!), of course the whole thing is also a bit tragic and I was able to recruit * many * guest stars.I don't want to say so much here ...


Actually I would have liked to have posted it directly, but it's just English and besides, it's pointless if a) the world prefers to read Bulma / Vegeta romances b) nobody knows who I'm talking about (the name "Bardock Special" and "Tree of Might" should be heard at least once) and c) I will finish THIS saga anyway because otherwise I will reproach myself for all eternity.




So guys, hit the keys, until then * sniff * don't forget me!