Hi all!

Man, I was busy today! * self-praise * I actually continued to write on two FFs! Among other things on this one. * pride yourself *

@ Amiel: Oh how beautiful! A new reader! Welcome! * cuddles * Thanks for the praise!

@ Anaconda: Already happened, it turned out to be a lot! Thanks for your coming!

@ VegetaW17: Wow, 2 comments from you! Double thank you! * fg *

@ Silver Star: That will all clear up soon ... maybe! * g *

@ Fortune: Again such a long commie ?! * knuddelundgarnicht mehrloslet * Thank you !!!

Your guess is not entirely correct ... but it is pretty much going in the right direction! Thank you for the praise, I was very happy!

But now I've talked enough! Go on.









As if spellbound, Vegeta stared at the round machine that he had been inside until a few seconds ago. But it was completely impossible ...
"Vegeta? Vegeta! Hey!"

With a look that spoke of incomprehension, he turned to the speaker. It was that doctor again.

"What is this?" He managed, but was unable to move. It was as if his feet were stuck in the ground! In disbelief he stared at the electronic devices that were scattered all over the room ... it was like a journey into his own past!

The doctor turned to another white coat and whispered something to him. He nodded and ran out of the room.

"Don't you want to change first? Everything will be explained to you later. A lot has happened in the last two years," said the first doctor, pointing to another door that Vegeta had not yet discovered.

The Sayajin prince narrowed his eyes and looked suspiciously at everyone present. What did these guys talk about two years ?! He had folded away on this stupid mountain and found himself in a meditank which, to make matters worse, was in a room he knew almost exactly from Freezer's time ... Was it all just a stupid dream?There was no other way he could explain it, it just had to be a dream - a pretty realistic one at that ...

However, he did not express his thoughts. His right knee suddenly gave way and he fell forward. At the last moment he propped himself up with one hand on the floor and immediately the doctor came running and wanted to help him up.

Vegeta raised a hand defensively and growled softly, which froze the doctor in motion.

"You ... are not quite healthy again ... It would be better if you withdraw. Actually you should stay in the tank a little longer, but you apparently had something against it ..."

"Shut up! The whole thing is getting too stupid for me!", Vegeta shouted angry, while he struggled to his feet again, "I finally want to know what's going on! Answer me!"
The doctor looked to his colleagues for help, but they did not move. Then he looked back at Vegeta, who glared at him with hostility.

"Well ... it's pretty hard to explain ..."

"Well then stop stuttering around here and finally say what's going on!", Vegeta snapped and screwed up his eyes briefly to drive away the black dots in front of them.

"Please ... go into this room and wait a little longer. Master Rethan will come by personally later and tell you everything ..."

"Rethan? Who the hell is that supposed to be ?! Where am I here? Did you take me from Earth ?! That's a spaceship, isn't it? Does Freezer have anything to do with it ?! Is he still alive?" >
"Please ..."

"Please please!", Vegeta mimicked the doctor, "I also have a request: Tell me what's going on here, but dalli!" Meanwhile the Sayajin was boiling with anger and he had to fight with all his might against the urge, to jump at the throat of this stupid guy in the white coat! He let everything pull out of his nose!

"Everything will be explained to you when the time is right!" Assured the doctor, but Vegeta shook his head vigorously.

"The time is already overripe!" He shouted angrily and pulled the big towel tighter around his shoulders when suddenly he suddenly felt cold out of nowhere. It was bewitched! He felt really weak and vulnerable!

"My name is Herra. I'm the ship's doctor," said the doctor, looking almost imploringly at Vegeta.

"So what? I didn't ask about that!" The Sayajin prince grumbled.

Herra took a step towards him and again pointed to the door to their right. "You can use this room. You will also find clothes there. You are still injured and need rest," he explained in a calm voice, but Vegeta wasn't listening. His collar had finally burst! Snorting angrily, he grabbed the doctor's smock by the collar and picked it up!

"Are you kidding me?" He hissed and Herra quickly shook her head. "No!" He gasped and grabbed Vegeta's arm with both hands.

"Then finally tell me what's going to happen here before I get really mad!Do we understand each other now? "

Vegeta's voice was little more than a threatening whisper and the doctor felt cold as ice.

Suddenly a voice rang out from across the room and everyone present (with the exception of Herra, the doctor) turned in that direction.

"But, Vegeta. You don't want to strangle my ship's doctor, I wouldn't think that's nice. After all, he got you back on your feet. Everyone else had already given up on you, you should thank him instead of squeezing your breath! "

The voice sounded scratchy and deep. It belonged to a tall, dark-skinned person. His face wasn't particularly easy to see, but his eyes were all the more clear. They were a pungent red and looked like fire blazed inside them! The stranger wore a breastplate that was similar to the one that Freezer had worn, only that the shoulder pads were very close to the arms and were much shorter.He was very stocky and a black cloak covered his back. His appearance was rounded off by the long white hair that crisscrossed his head. The hair that fell on the back was held together by a braid.

Vegeta stared spellbound at the newcomer and wondered if he had ever seen this guy anywhere. He thought of his time under Freezer ... no, he had seen a lot of strange people, but he didn't know this one, he was sure of that.

"Who are you?" He asked coolly; the doctor was still dangling in his monotonous grip.

There were so many things here that he didn't understand:

Why was he in the meditank?

How did he get here and what kind of people were they?

Where was he anyway and above all: What were these guys talking about? Why had he been "brought back on his feet"?

"Sorry, I haven't even introduced myself.My name is Rethan, "replied the stranger and an indefinable smile spread across his face.

Vegeta was less of a smile. With a low grumble he threw Herra to the ground and devoted his attention entirely to this strange figure who was obviously in charge here.

Herra crawled panting and coughing away from the sayajin and pulled herself back to her feet at a table.

"It's great. Then you can tell me what's going on here? Your people are obviously not able to!" He gave Herra a disapproving look before looking at Rethan's face.

Something about this person made him nervous. Somehow confused him, he couldn't explain it exactly ... Was it his eyes?

Rethan gave a hoarse laugh and then pointed with his big hand at the room to which Herra had already drawn his attention.

"If you would please come in," said Rethan politely, but the smile had not left his face.There was something smug about it, you could almost think that there was a monster lurking behind this door that tore the Sayajin apart as soon as he entered.

Without saying another word, which would probably have been useless either way, Vegeta finally moved towards the said door. He pushed the handle down and the door swung open inward with a slight squeak. Then he entered.

Less than 10 seconds later, Rethan followed him and closed the door behind him.

"There are fresh things in there. I would suggest you put them on before we talk. I'll wait here so long." It was more of a request than an order, but still his voice did not allow for a contradiction. Vegeta thought it wiser to comply and grabbed the clothes that were lying over the low bunk at the other end of the room. He spotted another door and entered the small room beyond, which was ... or was supposed to be a bathroom.

It wasn't exactly appetizing here. You probably couldn't eat off the floor without catching something. The toilet was actually more of a hole in the floor and the shower was a rusted faucet attached to the low ceiling.

Vegeta wrinkled his nose in disgust. Yes. He knew that too well. This is what it always looked like in his first cubicles ...



His clothes now consisted of an ugly brown breastplate with the same shoulder pads as Rethan wore, black tight trousers and strange boots. They were shaped like blocks, much too big for him, but he had to admit that they were quite cozy.

Rethan sat down on a chair that looked as if it was going to collapse any moment - which he didn't.

Vegeta sat across from him. The chair below creaked menacingly, but held.

They were separated from each other by a small table that barely had enough space for a grown man to curl up on.Vegeta looked stubbornly at his counterpart. He had a lot to explain to him!

"Welcome back," Rethan began, his red eyes glowing and eating their way into Vegetas, so that he wished nothing more than to look away. But he did not allow himself that.

"What do you mean," he replied calmly and put both arms on the table. Actually, he didn't have much to do with arguing with anyone. This situation was completely new to him. He sincerely hoped that Rethan wouldn’t notice his insecurity.

"You have been