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Fanfic: Das Schicksal eines Saja-Jin21
Chapter: The Fate of a Saja-Jin21
A / N: Once again - time warp ahoy! - My thanks go to Majin_Vegeta_SSJ and Estragon, without whose inquiry this chapter would still only have 1,300 words and would go to waste on my hard drive -_- ° * bow *
Why did it take so long again? I wash my hands in innocence * pointing to Gogeta * * pointing Gogeta to panda * * pointing panda to small plush teddy * -_- ° Yeah! Now nobody wants to have been again -, -
The fate of a Saja-Jin - 21 = ^. ^ =
Evil_N
"MAN !! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT'S THE FAULT !!" called Son Goten through the CC building. Waving the little piece of paper in front of him, he ran through the corridors and looked for the familiar face of his best friend "TRUUUNKS !!" he shouted again and looked around questioningly. It took a little while until he finally gave a resigned "YES?" heard from one of the rooms. Goten raised an eyebrow and started moving.
He pushed open the door from which he had heard Trunk's voice "YOU HAVE YES-" and stopped in the middle of a sentence.Carelessly, he just burst into the room and was still holding the doorknob in his hand when he suddenly stared straight into two large, black eyes. Trunks had no black eyes - he knew that for a fact. The eyes blinked at him, he blinked back, and finally a throat clearing from the opposite side of the room ripped him out of his avoidable stupor.
He blinked again, then turned his head to Trunks. This tried to get a serious expression on his face which he found difficult. Goten's facial expression would have fit easily into the "Shocked of the Week" collection.
"What is so important?" With a grin, Son Goten held the writing right in front of Trunk's face: "Read!" he simply suggested. In a split second he had the slip of paper in his hand and grabbed his head "Oh no!" sighed the future head of the CC and slumped in his seat.
Son Goten, meanwhile, sat on an armchair and leaned back leisurely and listened as Trunks recited with a tearful undertone that the annoying Michyo was throwing a party ... a reconciliation party for well, himself and Trunks!
After reading it ten times, the person concerned was also sure that there was no kink in the optics and that there really was his own name. He shook his head sadly and had to ask himself "Why me?"
"NO NEVER!!" repeated Trunks with absolute determination "I'm * not * going there !!" he gesticulated wildly with his arms and tried to sound like his father when he would not tolerate contradiction. "NO!" he protested, underscoring it with a violent wave of his hand before crossing his arms and knitting his eyebrows. Nothing and nobody would bring him there ...
Exactly at that moment the 3 heard a limousine pull up outside. All in black and extra-long, it glittered in the sunlight and there was no doubt that the owners wanted to see him. Even if Trunks would have tried to deny it, the huge heart-shaped balloon on which his name was written nipped any doubt in the bud (God how penetrative ^^).
While Son Goten's grin got wider, Trunks sank more and more to himself. "If this goes on like this, I will definitely not get old" he mumbled to himself while his friends each grabbed an arm from him and dragged the poor guy behind them. All asking and begging didn't help, he was too frustrated to say anything more.
Finally the chauffeur rushed around the long car and opened the door from which a smiling girl jumped. "TRUNKS" she screamed almost hysterically and fell around his neck "My dear, dear Trunks! Finally! It was so long ago, that we saw each other. You heard it nice, I mean about the party. You have to, how stupid of me, after all, it's your party too, so I've already organized everything, you don't have to worry about anything .. You are coming, aren't you? "She said all of this in one breath and then looked at him with large, hopeful doe eyes.
Trunks was determined to say no when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder.Slowly and with a somewhat insecure look he looked at his shoulder and then along the stranger's hand over the expensive-looking sleeve of the black suit to the shoulder and finally at the stranger's face, who, although with a smile, was looking straight into the stranger's face Eyes saw. He knew that look, * this * look tolerated no contradiction. "Who are you?" "Lavendel-Boy" asked who could already imagine that this performance didn't mean anything good.
Meanwhile Vegeta flew over the woods in search of his fight "This lard should finally show up, I have appointments !!" he demanded, still confident of victory as always. The forest suddenly seemed much too big for him, all the green, all that useless stuff that only blocked his view of the ground. Shouldn't he just blast it off? The tingling sensation that ran through his body got stronger and stronger. All these years the need to blow something was not so strong, not so demanding but today ... Without really trying to prevent it, he slowed down his flight speed and finally stopped.One last time his gaze slid over the mighty forest. It had been destroyed many times before, and every time it was created anew ... "It doesn't even matter" Vegeta thought to himself and held out his palm.
Was anything clouding his mind? No! Definitely not. Rather, he was finally about to live out what was most familiar to him of all things. A ball of energy formed and grew, the bigger it got, the safer and better it felt. Exercising under increased gravity was okay for him, but every now and then has to be a bit of practice again. The ball was big enough to sweep over the treetops and remove them with a harsh hiss. He didn't do it yet ...
The forest was habitat for so many animals and plants ... innocent people ... wouldn't it be careless and disrespectful? So what? He didn't care ... he looked at the energy ball ... "What the heck?" And with that he fired the structure down.
As expected, the forest lit up and everything below Vegeta was bathed in ghostly light for a moment. Strong and old apple trees, oaks, birches, spruces, firs - none of them could withstand the highly concentrated energy and dissolved, was torn to pieces. Several meters of the high and mighty treetops were simply cut off, leaving nothing but an infinite number of poor tree stumps and, like the laboriously built and yet so quickly destroyed vegetation, all the pent-up tensions in the prince himself splintered at that moment. He looked at his work and felt no remorse ... It surprised him even for a moment, so after all the years he was here it was still in him, his immortal destructive power.
Not far away someone smiled and rose leisurely from his sleeping place. Vegato felt well rested, rested, and ... amused. It was timeHis hand slid to his heart where he made sure that he had the box with him and with that he held up a hand in the air and pushed off a glistening ball of energy - that would be enough to draw attention to himself, then he got up in the air and flew to where the whole thing started ...
"You-you are WHO?" Son Goten asked again and bit back the obvious laugh.
The old man, who still had his death grip on Trunks shoulder, didn't even look away from him and yet he wasn't really pushy ... rather he had an aura that gave everyone goose bumps - especially Trunks of course . The old man's face was ashen, he had a small mustache of half brown and half gray hair. The short hair on his head was also a mixture of colorless white-gray and unpredictable brown.The special thing about his face was his lower jaw, he looked as if he had clamped two grapes in his cheek pouches and would look a bit ridiculous if he hadn't put on that incredibly penetrating look.
"... I'm her godfather" repeated the man and finished the sentence without changing his expression.
That was too much for Son Goten, he didn't care where he was or if he got his clothes dirty, he threw himself on the floor and just laughed himself to pieces. When he played a round of DBZ chess with Dende a few weeks ago (... well, somebody has to use that stuff too ...) and surprisingly won, he was allowed to ask for something from Dende and of course it was important to him To torment Trunks a little - but Son Goten had no idea that Dende would be so presumptuous and that Trunks would incite the Mafia on the neck ... No, no this Dende !!
Michyo's grip on him tightened and Trunks swallowed - he had expected a lot from Michyo but * that * set new standards even for her.She winked at him undisturbed and explained that her godfather "Don Makarone" had insisted on accompanying her to get to know this "Trunks" personally. After all, Michyo had organized a big party in his honor and the "padrino" also owed Michyo's father a friendly favor.
Vegato waited patiently for his opponent over the still rugged ground of the rocky desert. He had resolved not to win through the surprise effect ... no, he didn't want to reveal his true identity until the younger of the two was defeated. Defeat would be detrimental to his honor forever, but defeat to an abandoned family member ... would equate to his own death.
Like all of his ancestors, Vegato had inherited the royal, contemptuous smile. Today he would be able to use it again, full of pride and ... full of contempt for Vegeta.
With a bold crack he straightened a few of his vertebrae and let his palm slide over his face, which immediately veiled his striking features so that he now hardly looked like the younger prince. Instead of the high forehead that he actually had, a few strands now hung loosely on his face, his eyes narrowed a bit and together with his lighter eye only the size connected him to his hated brother.
He directed his gaze to the sky (that's
Why did it take so long again? I wash my hands in innocence * pointing to Gogeta * * pointing Gogeta to panda * * pointing panda to small plush teddy * -_- ° Yeah! Now nobody wants to have been again -, -
The fate of a Saja-Jin - 21 = ^. ^ =
Evil_N
"MAN !! YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT'S THE FAULT !!" called Son Goten through the CC building. Waving the little piece of paper in front of him, he ran through the corridors and looked for the familiar face of his best friend "TRUUUNKS !!" he shouted again and looked around questioningly. It took a little while until he finally gave a resigned "YES?" heard from one of the rooms. Goten raised an eyebrow and started moving.
He pushed open the door from which he had heard Trunk's voice "YOU HAVE YES-" and stopped in the middle of a sentence.Carelessly, he just burst into the room and was still holding the doorknob in his hand when he suddenly stared straight into two large, black eyes. Trunks had no black eyes - he knew that for a fact. The eyes blinked at him, he blinked back, and finally a throat clearing from the opposite side of the room ripped him out of his avoidable stupor.
He blinked again, then turned his head to Trunks. This tried to get a serious expression on his face which he found difficult. Goten's facial expression would have fit easily into the "Shocked of the Week" collection.
"What is so important?" With a grin, Son Goten held the writing right in front of Trunk's face: "Read!" he simply suggested. In a split second he had the slip of paper in his hand and grabbed his head "Oh no!" sighed the future head of the CC and slumped in his seat.
Son Goten, meanwhile, sat on an armchair and leaned back leisurely and listened as Trunks recited with a tearful undertone that the annoying Michyo was throwing a party ... a reconciliation party for well, himself and Trunks!
After reading it ten times, the person concerned was also sure that there was no kink in the optics and that there really was his own name. He shook his head sadly and had to ask himself "Why me?"
"NO NEVER!!" repeated Trunks with absolute determination "I'm * not * going there !!" he gesticulated wildly with his arms and tried to sound like his father when he would not tolerate contradiction. "NO!" he protested, underscoring it with a violent wave of his hand before crossing his arms and knitting his eyebrows. Nothing and nobody would bring him there ...
Exactly at that moment the 3 heard a limousine pull up outside. All in black and extra-long, it glittered in the sunlight and there was no doubt that the owners wanted to see him. Even if Trunks would have tried to deny it, the huge heart-shaped balloon on which his name was written nipped any doubt in the bud (God how penetrative ^^).
While Son Goten's grin got wider, Trunks sank more and more to himself. "If this goes on like this, I will definitely not get old" he mumbled to himself while his friends each grabbed an arm from him and dragged the poor guy behind them. All asking and begging didn't help, he was too frustrated to say anything more.
Finally the chauffeur rushed around the long car and opened the door from which a smiling girl jumped. "TRUNKS" she screamed almost hysterically and fell around his neck "My dear, dear Trunks! Finally! It was so long ago, that we saw each other. You heard it nice, I mean about the party. You have to, how stupid of me, after all, it's your party too, so I've already organized everything, you don't have to worry about anything .. You are coming, aren't you? "She said all of this in one breath and then looked at him with large, hopeful doe eyes.
Trunks was determined to say no when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder.Slowly and with a somewhat insecure look he looked at his shoulder and then along the stranger's hand over the expensive-looking sleeve of the black suit to the shoulder and finally at the stranger's face, who, although with a smile, was looking straight into the stranger's face Eyes saw. He knew that look, * this * look tolerated no contradiction. "Who are you?" "Lavendel-Boy" asked who could already imagine that this performance didn't mean anything good.
Meanwhile Vegeta flew over the woods in search of his fight "This lard should finally show up, I have appointments !!" he demanded, still confident of victory as always. The forest suddenly seemed much too big for him, all the green, all that useless stuff that only blocked his view of the ground. Shouldn't he just blast it off? The tingling sensation that ran through his body got stronger and stronger. All these years the need to blow something was not so strong, not so demanding but today ... Without really trying to prevent it, he slowed down his flight speed and finally stopped.One last time his gaze slid over the mighty forest. It had been destroyed many times before, and every time it was created anew ... "It doesn't even matter" Vegeta thought to himself and held out his palm.
Was anything clouding his mind? No! Definitely not. Rather, he was finally about to live out what was most familiar to him of all things. A ball of energy formed and grew, the bigger it got, the safer and better it felt. Exercising under increased gravity was okay for him, but every now and then has to be a bit of practice again. The ball was big enough to sweep over the treetops and remove them with a harsh hiss. He didn't do it yet ...
The forest was habitat for so many animals and plants ... innocent people ... wouldn't it be careless and disrespectful? So what? He didn't care ... he looked at the energy ball ... "What the heck?" And with that he fired the structure down.
As expected, the forest lit up and everything below Vegeta was bathed in ghostly light for a moment. Strong and old apple trees, oaks, birches, spruces, firs - none of them could withstand the highly concentrated energy and dissolved, was torn to pieces. Several meters of the high and mighty treetops were simply cut off, leaving nothing but an infinite number of poor tree stumps and, like the laboriously built and yet so quickly destroyed vegetation, all the pent-up tensions in the prince himself splintered at that moment. He looked at his work and felt no remorse ... It surprised him even for a moment, so after all the years he was here it was still in him, his immortal destructive power.
Not far away someone smiled and rose leisurely from his sleeping place. Vegato felt well rested, rested, and ... amused. It was timeHis hand slid to his heart where he made sure that he had the box with him and with that he held up a hand in the air and pushed off a glistening ball of energy - that would be enough to draw attention to himself, then he got up in the air and flew to where the whole thing started ...
"You-you are WHO?" Son Goten asked again and bit back the obvious laugh.
The old man, who still had his death grip on Trunks shoulder, didn't even look away from him and yet he wasn't really pushy ... rather he had an aura that gave everyone goose bumps - especially Trunks of course . The old man's face was ashen, he had a small mustache of half brown and half gray hair. The short hair on his head was also a mixture of colorless white-gray and unpredictable brown.The special thing about his face was his lower jaw, he looked as if he had clamped two grapes in his cheek pouches and would look a bit ridiculous if he hadn't put on that incredibly penetrating look.
"... I'm her godfather" repeated the man and finished the sentence without changing his expression.
That was too much for Son Goten, he didn't care where he was or if he got his clothes dirty, he threw himself on the floor and just laughed himself to pieces. When he played a round of DBZ chess with Dende a few weeks ago (... well, somebody has to use that stuff too ...) and surprisingly won, he was allowed to ask for something from Dende and of course it was important to him To torment Trunks a little - but Son Goten had no idea that Dende would be so presumptuous and that Trunks would incite the Mafia on the neck ... No, no this Dende !!
Michyo's grip on him tightened and Trunks swallowed - he had expected a lot from Michyo but * that * set new standards even for her.She winked at him undisturbed and explained that her godfather "Don Makarone" had insisted on accompanying her to get to know this "Trunks" personally. After all, Michyo had organized a big party in his honor and the "padrino" also owed Michyo's father a friendly favor.
Vegato waited patiently for his opponent over the still rugged ground of the rocky desert. He had resolved not to win through the surprise effect ... no, he didn't want to reveal his true identity until the younger of the two was defeated. Defeat would be detrimental to his honor forever, but defeat to an abandoned family member ... would equate to his own death.
Like all of his ancestors, Vegato had inherited the royal, contemptuous smile. Today he would be able to use it again, full of pride and ... full of contempt for Vegeta.
With a bold crack he straightened a few of his vertebrae and let his palm slide over his face, which immediately veiled his striking features so that he now hardly looked like the younger prince. Instead of the high forehead that he actually had, a few strands now hung loosely on his face, his eyes narrowed a bit and together with his lighter eye only the size connected him to his hated brother.
He directed his gaze to the sky (that's