So! Finally the next part is coming. Sorry that it took a little longer, but uh ... Well, no matter here comes the next part of Little Vegi:







GREAT Vegeta


1.5 years passed. Without any change. Vegeta still lived on the 5th floor and he worked out with his friends every day. However, Nappa was a head taller again.


DRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRR, As always, the alarm clock rang. Vegeta hopped out of bed. , he put on his Saiyajin suit, stuffed his breakfast into himself and, like every day, jumped out the window. His birthday wasn't important. Saiyajins knew no joy except in killing. Vegi landed with a 5-fold somersault in front of the kindergarten. Everyone else was already there, struggling to get the finishing touches to their training. "Hi Nappa!", Vegeta greeted his friend with a fight smile.He understood immediately and attacked. Vegeta dodged effortlessly, as always. "* Yawn * How do you want to beat me at the tournament? You have no chance at all! Not against me, the Saiyajin prince!" "We'll see!" Vegeta didn't worry about that, but he would regret that soon. As always, Vegeta defeated Nappa. He shot a small but powerful ball of energy at Nappa. It flew out through the hole in the wall. The hole in Vegeta's first energy ball was still there. Lize came. Everyone was frozen and attentive. Everyone didn't want to spend that day in the closet. "* cough ** cough * Today and tomorrow will be your big day! You will play your first tournament. As you probably know, only the best 6 of you will advance. The rest of you, come into an army to conquer planets with weak people.There you will not be trained individually with thousands of other children. So do your best! I don't want to see losers! "Those were clear words. That will be the most important decision for the little ones. Either they become a 0 8 15 soldier in a cheap army or they become an elite soldier. Vegeta is absolutely certain that he will win." Nappa? ", Lize wanted to know. Vegeta replied casually:" Oh, he should still be lying around out there. I think he has to go to his Saiyan bed. "Vegeta had put on his nasty grin again. Lize shot at top speed towards Nappa and back again. , Vegeta asked himself, confident of victory, When Vegeta was lost in thought, the others already started. "Hey Manja! Where do you want to go? "" Vegeta! Don't you hate to hear that? We're running to the stadium! The emphasis is on RUNNING! Bye!"Vegeta stopped and looked after Manja. What was that feeling? He shook himself and kept walking until he had caught up with Lize with Nappa in his arms." Hey Lize! Are we really fighting in the stadium? Will there be spectators there? ", but he answered the question himself:" Of course it will be sold out! After all, I'll fight in the final! "Vegeta was not entirely wrong, almost every seat was taken. Most of them were just there to see how cute little Saiyajins can be. After two minutes they arrived at top speed. They all gathered again. Lize explained:" Outside you will all draw numbers! This will draw the order of the fight. You learned that in math class! This will be the most important tournament of your life! You go out there now and fight !!! "With these words Lize couldn't take the excitement off the little ones either. Even Vegeta had a little lump in his throat: What if he didn't win.No that was impossible. What if he had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the final? Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He got hot. What if he fell on his face while marching in? His career as a proud Saiyan prince would then be ticked off. But Vegeta was torn from his thoughts: * HHHHEEEEEEUUUUUULLLLL * Tomato (some little fart) had started to cry again.


"Crybaby!" Vegeta snapped at him. But then it really started: A loudspeaker voice shouted: "Here we go! Here come our little heroes!" Everyone marched outside to thunderous applause. Half of the grandstand was reserved for Vegeta fans. His father always had to exaggerate. Bang! What was that? The crowd looked at the commentary center, where the commentator sat trembling against the wall. Apparently Vegeta was having a little outburst again. "You called me 'little'!" He called afterwards. After a new commentator had been found and the old one had been sent to the psychiatrist to de-energize, it could finally start."Each of our small ... uh big Saiyajins will now draw a number," came the loudspeakers. Vegeta was the first to answer so he didn't get angry again. He pulled the number 13. Again the loudspeakers sounded: "Our very great Saiyajin Prince Vegeta .." Half the stadium cheered. "... has drawn the number 13! The next request!" Now everyone has drawn a number. The starting line-up was like this:




1st group:


1. Shella 2. Salad 3. Manja 4. Shalai 5.. Malila 6. Buzzy 7. Why 8. Nappa




2nd group:


9. Raditz 10. Kaai 11. Mayk 12. Caala 13. Vegeta 14. Tomato 15. Sui 16. Apple




All fights were fought at the same time. So Vegeta had to fight Tomato first. He rolled his eyes: "I should fight against such a bugger? Couldn't you send anything better?" Tomato had tears in his eyes again, but Vegeta still finished him and stomped on him so that he had to back away: "You howls more than Raditz!Don't you really want to give up? According to the will, will you be cremated or buried? Fast or slow, the choice is yours! Oh yes, we mustn't kill. Too bad. "Vegeta had driven Tomato to the edge of the ring, so that it fell out." Oh Manno! I was so looking forward to a fight! ", Vegeta played an insulted liver sausage. Tomato ran to his father and was greeted with a few slaps. Shella, Manja, Malila, Nappa, Raditz, Mayk and Apple also made it into the next round. Now there was a first argument." in Vegis Clicke: Shella versus Manja.




How will the tournament end? Will Vegeta win? What kind of special training is Lize always talking about? Everything in the next parts!