The Fate of a Saja-Jin - Sept.


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... "It's actually a shame" came to Vegato's ears, that was his cue. He jumped to his feet again and tried to get Vegeta into distress with a few powerful kicks ... Vegeta threw his head back to avoid the leg, exposing the scar on his jaw.


Vegato recognized them immediately, purposefully slamming his fist exactly on the spot with which he paralyzed Vegeta's entire nervous system for a brief moment. The prouder of the two (huh huh) stumbled and fell right on his buttocks. His distraught face yelled at the stranger, "How did you do that?"


Shrouding himself in silence, he stood motionless and let the events pass back through his inner eye. It really worked ...


Without answering Vegeta, he stepped up to him and held out his hand. Disparagingly, he threw away his helping arm, turned his head away, and jumped to his feet again.That had drained his pride, such a weak mate had sent him to the mat. 'Bad enough that Kakarott ...' the thought was cut off when he suddenly began to hit the stranger obsessively.


The fire of the fight, the will to win came to the fore like the vein that knocked on his temple and always reminded him of the one word "win"


The stranger did quite well, he kept up with Vegeta's pace, even if it was clearly more of a drag on him. Already a few beads of sweat ran down his neck, but he let himself into the increasing speed of the punches and kicks without hesitation.


The two fighters were anxious to push the other from the immense area, every hole in the ground, every possibility to trip the opponent was welcome. They fought on the ground. Beat each other until they hovered ten meters above the abandoned boulder.


Vegato saw his chance when Vegeta stared into his eye again.His fist shot up, hit him in the jaw, whereupon the prince made a double roll backwards. While he was still moving, he grabbed a spinning leg ...




... elsewhere there was spinning too, but it wasn't that painful. On the dance floor, a particularly skilled dancer was whirling his partner through the air and caught the girl squealing in front of friends with an extremely daring laugh.


"Trunksie .... Don't we want to dance like that too? You're sooo strong - * Trunksie *" teased Michyo and fondled his biceps extensively (* pushing Michyo away and hanging himself on "Trunksie's" arm *).


Papurika and Son Goten had the Don show them around the house. He was just about to lead her into the chamber with his mystical treasures. What hardly anyone knew, the padrino had a passion for the supernatural and in all these years he had compiled a considerable collection of artifacts, or even had them put together.

Of course, he only showed this collection to very special guests ...


"Trunksie's" only heartfelt desire was to hit his head against the nearest wall - or another head against the wall. No matter, the main thing is concrete ... but the good upbringing forbade him and so he let the girl's meaningless conversation go through him.


When he let his gaze circle around the hall for the first time, a very * tasteful * poster caught his eye. With a huge span, a magnificent sign was enthroned above the entrance, which linked his own and Michyo's name in thick, bold purple letters with a plus sign and various little hearts.


Michyo couldn't believe her luck ... she had dreamed of this moment for so long and there it was: You here, united with her lover. And he didn't try hard to steal from her side ... oh, life can be so beautiful. For the first time she didn't need any force to keep someone close, well apparently after the fourth therapy she finally understood what it was about.

"Michyo !!" it rang from a corner of the room and whoosh, she was already gone. The lonely man wiped the sweat from his forehead and made his way to his friends. He had just seen her walking in a certain direction?


In the meantime, peppers had landed in another wing of the house and were quite impressed by this little house. Son Goten wouldn't swear by it, but it almost seemed to him that Casa Briefs was trading in their first place for this house. This room alone seemed bigger than ... oh, it was just huge. A real hall, much bigger than any he had seen before. The floor, the ceiling, the walls were made entirely of wood and through the Ruam there were several areas that were separated by small wooden cupboards. On these or in them, the Don had just announced, he kept his treasures. He owned everything from ancient swords to some magic drugs and various books from long forgotten times.

"And this ..." the Don pointed to a small brown box. "It's a ki banner!" he announced proudly. There are no more than 5 of these things left in our galaxy, "he lifted the inconspicuous box and held it out to the two younger ones.


"Ki-Banner?" repeated Goten and marveled at the box "... and how is that supposed to work?"


"Very simple ... you take this little arrow and aim it at your opponent. And when you are hit, your own ki is banned ... even the most powerful warrior becomes weak."


Only now did Son Goten wonder how the old man actually knew so much.


"My boy ..." the Padrino put his hand on his shoulder and laughed in his rough voice. "I was young too once and then I was interested in a lot. I know a lot ..."


The question of "how much?" Son Goten burned his tongue, but he controlled himself. Maybe he would ask later, now he had other goals for now.As if on command, his Hagen underlined this feeling loudly, with a friendly gesture the old man showed the two Saja-Jins the way to the door. As soon as they got to the door, Goten felt a small poke on his neck, "Ouch!" he hissed, but since he couldn't see anything, he dismissed it as an insect bite and went to the buffet with Paw.




"Bronco!" shouted the Don and beckoned one of his employees to come closer. He leaned over to him, pressed something into his hand, and sent him after the children. A soothed smile slowly crept onto his ashen face. He was old ... but not stupid ... not so stupid as to miss this opportunity.




On the way they almost bumped into Trunks and he didn't mind forgetting his grief in a lot of food. Shortly afterwards, the three little Saja-Jin faced their dream incarnate: food, food, food.While Trunks and peppers eagerly shoveled onto their plates, they didn't even notice that Goten had some problems with his load. The seventh plate that he wanted to put on top of the rest ... was comfortable on the remaining six, but something was different. As soon as he started to take the first step, he felt dizzy and stumbled ... KLIRR .... all the dishes landed on the floor. All eyes were on poor Son Goten, he was blushing and a little ashamed.


The giggles started from the back corners until finally a girl took pity and stepped out of the crowd to help the poor Goten ... "I am Paresu" the girl smiled as she pulled Goten behind her ...




... Vegato had gripped the leg tightly and threw his brother with full force to the ground, where he hit a poking boulder. A thud was heard before the stone finally gave way.When Vegeta got up, there were clear traces of blood on the small boulders, and he had clumsily bitten his cheek and spat a little blood on the floor next to him.


"Now I'm mad," he growled and with these words his aura began to glow white. He tilted his head and there were also loud cracking noises from his neck. Now the arrogance was gone from his voice and given way to anger. Actually, he didn't even fight with full strength, he didn't even make an effort, but this setback from the moment demanded, he cried out for atonement. Honor is a medal that cannot be scratched. The blood was instantly dried up by its strong aura on the floor and stuck to the floor in the form of an unattractive look.


His older brother did the same, he hadn't fought with full force either, but there was a clear difference between the two of them and he was aware of it.Even if Vegeta could only guess or guess, he was absolutely right. Vegato played for time, he played poker. But he was damn good at poker.


"Well rested?" he mocked Vegeta, who immediately came back at him unrestrainedly towards him. His fists, elbows, knees and every single fiber of his body were a perfect combat unit with the one goal of his opponents ... well what actually? If he really wanted to kill him, why didn't he just do it?


Another series of titanic blows exploded on Vegato's block, but not entirely without effect. Slowly his crossed arms gave way and at the most favorable moment Vegeta's leg snapped from behind to the hollow of his knee and brought the inattentive opponent to fall.


WUUSCH, he flew lengthways to the floor, when he wanted to get up, the younger one used this opportunity only to kick him in the stomach, whereupon the several meters lying on the floor was thrown through the air.After the rough impact, he was pressed several meters through the hard, dirty ground and left a deep track behind him. Finally his body came to a standstill and Vegeta didn't wait too long to follow him. The way he saw the stranger Saja-Jin lying in front of him, it gave him a feeling of superiority, of superiority. 'Is this the feeling that Kakarott always describes?'


A small boulder landed on the motionless body ... Vegeta threw his head back conceitedly and looked at the other from above. He gave him a nudge with his foot so that he was lying on his back.


Stone.


Body.


Stone.


Body.


That brought back memories that Freezer had crushed the stone on Vegeta's body before he killed him ... ironically because he had refused to obey the little white ass.


No, Vegeta didn't want to be