Super Saiya-Jin in the blood




He only devoted himself to his goal: to become a Super Saiya-Jin. His thoughts only revolved around Kakarott, he knew his revenge, his revenge. Kakarott must lose at all costs, he would show this lower class warrior where the hammer is. he would not undergo such an embarrassment for the second time, he would win, let him crawl down in front of him. Again and again, he couldn't forget that blond, shining hair, this uncanny power, the tremendous aura. His envy was limitless, he would pay any price to be Super Saiya-Jin. But they also remained his "pipe dream". As hard as he trained, as free his conscience was, the stronger he became, the more life he extinguished, planets destroyed, more experience and strength grew in him. He was far from Super Saiya-Jin. He was crouched on the rocky barren ground of an alien planet, his clothes torn, blood dripping from his injuries.He didn't feel it, he just felt anger, hatred, envy, anger in him. He dug his fingers into his palms, blood trickling from his hand. With what anger he looked at it> Such a shame, such a damned shame, my blood. The blood of a prince, I should have been the Super Saiya-Jin, not him! He hammered like mad on the floor, knocked angrily again and again on the rock, tears ran down his dirty cheeks. > I ALSO WANT TO BE A SUPER SAIYA-JIN! Verdaaaaamt! he roared with all his heart. His scream was loud, powerful, and pure. His heart his longings, to be nothing more than Super Saiya-Jin, he wished for. with tears under desperate shrines he stood up, stretched his face to the sky, clenched his fist> I'm a Super Saiya-Jin too! YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA! Vegeta, he's back! With these words she dropped her blue handbag and set off on her high-heeled blue shoes as quickly as she could into the garden. After a long time, Vegeta stepped onto the ground again for the first time.His exhausted gaze looked up at the walls of the C.C. > It drew me back here. <.




Painful memories




He had just got out, but with this step there was all the pain and suffering he could imagine, how long it had taken him not to lie awake at night and think about her, how she always smiled at him. But now he was here, back, where he would never have wanted to go, but where else to go? Here is his "home", he lived here, but this courageous strong prince could have lived anywhere. But here, here he had to be. Even longer without this environment, these buildings, these people and he would have perished from longing. Homesickness, secret wishes or whatever it was, it was normal to come back here. His normal instincts drove him, his desires gave him strength. Now he is here, his soul is crying, how much pain has he had to suffer here, how much hardship he has to endure, what would be waiting for him now?He achieved his goals, his wishes came true, that's what he lived for. what would he do now? He had focused so much on his desires and goals that he forgot everything around him, that's why he also managed to become a Super Saiya-Jin, but now that it was he, no longer had to worry about it, his honor and pride saved old memories came back. The C.C. reminded the Saiya-Jin of Bulma, of her smile, of her smell, his appearances became more and more precise and precise until he believed he really heard her. He shook his head to be able to think clearly, but he was not mistaken, a beautiful creature in evening dress ran up to him, it was Bulma. He could barely see her, his strength slackened and his fatigue won out. He fell to the ground in front of her eyes. > VEGETA? Wait, I'll get my first aid kit! I ... I did it, I'm a Super Saiya-Jin! I'm happy for you. Now you've finally made it. Be proud ! Now you can take it easy on how you look against yourself! she laughed. Vegeta stared at her the whole time, mentally deranged, he only had eyes for her, how he had missed her, her smile, her smile, he hadn't seen it for so long. > That you always have to exaggerate!She shook her head blankly, handed him a bottle of water and began to bandage his wounds. He took a strong sip that refreshed and revitalized him (magic water wa?)> So what? is my body! he grumbled. Now she had reached the deep cut in his left hand> That looks bad! Are you cold? Should i close the window? she offered him. > Tss! he growled. Now she treated the laceration on the forehead, all the blood had spread over his face, Bulma gently wiped it away and took care of the wound appropriately.Her face came very close to his, he could feel her warm breath, it made him tremble. > Already done. But you should wash yourself. Oh, how often I still have to treat you! she sighed and examined her work. Vegeta put his elbows on his thighs and laid his head on his beautiful hands. > You don't have to if you don't want to!