The Fate of a Saja-Jin - Sept.


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The next day the sun shone on the earth with a big grin, it had chased away all clouds and Bulma's birthday was celebrated under a bright blue sky.




The entire Capsule Corp site had turned into a huge festival. "If already, then already!" Bulma joked when she asked someone "I just like my celebrations in a big way!". That wasn't even a lie.




Every now and then she glanced back where Vegeta was sitting alone at a table and was busy filling her stomach.


She couldn't help but smile ... he just looked too cute.




Vegeta wasn't sitting alone because no one wanted to keep him company, rather he joked about the fact that he kept everything and everyone at a safe distance with a piercing look.




An ignorant woman, who had her little daughter by the hand, strolled unsuspectingly towards the table where the prince was sitting with his delicacies.

The little girl looked up at Vegeta, then at the food in front of him and back at him again.


Just as Vegeta was about to stuff a huge piece of cake into his mouth, he noticed little Britney (Oops!). She pointed her finger at him and looked up at her mother "Look, Mommy, the man has funny hair! Hihihi"




Vegeta stared back.




When the mother understood the clear message from the prince, she frantically clutched her little daughter's hand and pulled her behind her, "Run, Britney! Run !!"




"I like it better that way," commented the prince calmly and finally got down to the cake.






The others obviously had more fun than Vegeta.


Muten Roshi eyed the scurrying waitresses attentively and if he liked one of them, he * of course * reached out. * Of course * the girls reached back and meanwhile the shape of a woman's hand was already sticking bright red from his cheek.



Chi Chi obviously didn't enjoy taking care of the food herself and gave the waitresses a lot to do because the food was always either too cold or too warm for her.




Son Goku, on the other hand, wasn't that picky about it (surprise), he also liked to eat food that his chi disdained.




Yamcha and Goten just made a bet about how many slaps Muten Roshi would collect by the end of the party.




Pan whined the whole time and pulled on her uncle's sleeve. This whole celebration was way too boring for her! All these people who were just talking ... Pan wanted to do something and who better to be an accomplice than your dear Uncle Goten?






Trunks didn't notice anything, a few minutes ago he had roped off the lively group to get a really cold drink somewhere. Absentmindedly, he pushed the lid of the freezer aside and reached deep inside.



"There's a lot going on here," he heard a voice behind him. "I almost think that's under-" Trunks paused in mid-sentence. That voice sounded familiar to him, he grabbed the nearest bottle and turned around.




"You?" he asked, visibly surprised, "I thought you were ... gone ?!"


Paw smiled charmingly, "I made another decision. The" she was making a gesture symbolizing the past "wasn't really my style ... and I want to apologize for it. And ... I think I should at least explain why I'm in Have brought danger "




Bulma had told him about the hunters. He wasn't keen on the idea of ​​ending up as a starter for any guys, but luckily everything had gone well again. Trunks had already figured out what was behind this whole story, but without someone to back up his version of things, the brooding was pointless.



"Not a bad idea," he said with a sarcastic undertone that Paw didn't miss either.




"I'm sorry," she said with a broken voice. "Really," her gaze dropped. He did the same, although it took a minute, but finally he noticed the shadow behind her, which shouldn't be one.




His eyes snapped up and the bottle fell from his hand. He pointed his finger at her and took a step back. "You-you are a"




He got no further when suddenly Goten came running around the corner, carrying Pan on his shoulders.


The little one laughed loudly and encouraged him to run even faster. He really got carried away and just stormed past the other two without uttering more than a gasping "Hey".




Trunks and Paw watched him go wide-eyed. "Well the little one has talent," he commented dryly. Then he remembered what was a minute ago.He grabbed her arm and was about to drag her towards the feast when she began to struggle.




"Wait," she asked as she pressed her legs firmly into the ground to give him more resistance. "On what?" he replied, again more harshly than he had intended.


Paw finally managed to free her arm from his grip, with bowed head she rubbed the bruised area "That hurt!" Without waiting for another comment, she let herself slide down into the warm grass and gave the confused Trunks no more Attention.




Finally he sat down too, but he wasn't quite convinced of her yet. A few questions crossed his mind, but he had the vague assumption that she wouldn't answer him at the moment anyway.




When Paw no longer felt the pain that much, she looked up at the person opposite. Trunks leaned to one side and wanted to go around the corner to see if anyone was approaching.He was torn from his thoughts by the drink that Paw held in front of his nose.




"These things are good for something," he said of her rod, Trunks had never owned one himself. The fact that Saja-Jins have a tail hadn't bothered him lately, after all, none of them had this * privilege * at the moment and thus the question "What if ..." never arose.




"Where have you been?" he asked suddenly, waking up again from the trance.


Paw picked up the bottle and took a small sip himself. What should she answer to this question? Family? No, that would be a lie ... on the other hand .... "I have familiarized myself with the area a bit. You really have a lot of ... trees here"




"Trees?" Trunks repeated incredulously, when Paw put his arm around a tree with a mock smile, he decided to change the subject with a huge drop over his head.



The confusion he'd felt the last time they met was now faint. Trunks was unsure, on the one hand she had run away weeks ago what spoke against her. Obviously, she didn't really have much honor in her body. 'Honor?' Trunks repeated in his mind, 'Oh no! I already sound like my father! ' the very thought made him shudder and he looked back at Paw. She just jumped to her feet again with cat-like agility and held out her hand to him.


'On the other hand, she had come back too' was his next thought as he took her helping hand.




Even as a completely inexperienced representative of her breed, Papurika still had the appropriate speed. Perhaps she was slower than really active fighters, but still her stats were way above average.






"... and that's why I'm here again" Paw concluded her report. She was sitting cross-legged on a table and had just told her plausible story.Glancing innocently, she let her gaze wander around.


For a moment she stayed with Tien because she wasn't sure which eye to look into. Eventually she got stuck with the one person she expected understanding from. Goku.






As if he could read her mind (huh huh), exactly this one stepped forward. "So if it was really as you say, then your decision to come here was not wrong" in his voice there was understanding and also a little pity. That's just how he was, trusting and peaceful. It was hard to believe that he was actually a Saja-Jin - just like she was.




Vegeta had just stared at her cock the whole time. It wasn't fair. Just not fair. He was the prince. * The * Saja-Jin was among thousands, the blue blood of Vegeta-Sei flowed in his veins. He was the only one in this group who really knew what it was like, what it meant to be a perfect warrior - it was ironic that now this little brat was back * and * she had what he had long lost .



"And why did they want you alive?" Goku asked, not noticing the twisted looks from Bulma and the others. If bounty hunters kill, there had to be a reason to keep Paw of all people alive.




'Your little story was too pathetic too,' grumpily Vegeta shook his head, these bounty hunters would one day have appeared out of the blue and threatened them. * You didn't mean to kill her *. 'Pah!' he thought, who even a few weeks ago would not have hesitated to do just that. The little one had already meant trouble back then and she still did. He was sure of it.




"Well," Paw squeezed as her appendage swung nervously from side to side. For a brief moment she looked over at Trunks and blushed a little "I don't know, but I think I'm the last one and I guess I have a certain value"




Silence. Everyone let their words go through their heads again, it made sense again.If there were more people than Freezers who had a personal dislike for Saja-Jins, then Paw needed to be eliminated the most. Indeed, it was the last. The last female representative of her breed. It would be up to her whether a purebred Saja-jin would ever be born again.




...."The last"...




That one word was enough to loosen Vegeta from his stupor, 'Of course! She is right'. The chance was there. Through them there was hope again.




Sure, the Saja-Jins would partly continue to exist due to the numerous mixed race, but it would turn out that way. The memory of their origins might be forgotten ...


No! He