Hi



Well, what a shame. The hits have decreased a lot and there was no commie. It would be nice if you could just write down your opinion on this FF, I would like to know if you like it or not. If not, that's okay too, then just write that.

If there is still no feedback this time, I'll upload the parts again under a different title, that's crap too.

Ok next.



P.S .: Attention, change of location













There was a knock on the door.

General Ressja sighed and placed his glass on the dark wooden table in front of him.

"Come in!" He called in the direction of the snow-white door, which was well camouflaged on the opposite, also white wall.

A few seconds later it opened and a young soldier entered.

"General," he greeted the older man with a nod. He stood stiffly in the room with his hands clasped behind his back.The general smiled. He let the boy fidget a little and then nodded - barely noticeably - also.

"What's up?" He asked, his dark, full voice completely filling the cold room. Except for the desk, his chair, and a large filing cabinet in the left corner of the room, it was completely empty. The white color of the walls and ceiling gave it a quiet, almost peaceful atmosphere. No picture adorned the wall, no carpet covered the cold, white tiled floor. The young soldier was unsettled.

Ressja began to drum her fingernails impatiently on the table. His cold eyes studied the young man, literally dissecting him. Finally he began to speak.

"Unknown objects, sir. You - they were sighted a few hours ago and they are heading for our planet. They are believed to be Freezer's troops."

Without any reaction, the general listened to the boy's words.His fingers had stopped tapping.

“How many?”

"It's ... three, sir. As far as we could see ..."

"Three?" The general interrupted his soldier violently. The boy swallowed. "Three?" He repeated in exactly the same tone and a smile crept into his hard face.

The soldier nodded. "There could be some more to come. The Owuan from the neighboring galaxy warned us about Freezer, he is dangerous -"
"Boy, I fought battles when you were still in the diapers. Don't tell me about starch."

Ressja had thought you couldn't stiffen even more than the boy before him did, but he proved him wrong. The soldier swallowed again and fixed his eyes on a spot in front of his feet.

"I admit, this Freezer is going to last longer than I expected," he continued, "It has already done a lot of damage. But before he stands at my door in person with an army of at least a thousand men, but only three sends his bootlicker, I won't panic."

"Of course not, sir."

Ressja nodded for an exaggeratedly long time and began to look at the young soldier again. He wore his blue hair tied back in a braid, his stature was rather slim and his height was nothing unusual. His black boots were polished to a high gloss and there was not a single stain to be seen on his clothing, which, like those of the other soldiers, consisted of a one-piece overall with breastplate and cloak. His light, almost youthful face looked tense, as if he were here with the hangman himself. The thought amused Ressja. That was exactly the kind of respect he expected! Absolute loyalty, no contradiction, more fear than just awe.

"Very well. I'll come in person in an hour. Tell Commander Yert that," he finally announced and released the young man from his room. Visibly relieved, the boy nodded and hung up an enthusiastic: "Yes, sir!", on the back and disappeared through the same door he came through.

Now it was dead quiet again in the room. Ressja wasn't worried. He had nothing to fear since he assumed the post of general, no enemy had dared attack him a second time, if he was still able to do so after the first attack. He would be able to deal with this freezer.

On the other hand, he was more worried about his commanding officer and, fatefully, his son Yert. It turned his stomach to think about him ... a failure. He never intended to join the army, Ressja had to force him to join and the boy had actually made it to the commandant's position, not without considerable support on his part. The only good thing about his effeminate and far too good-natured son was probably his talent for fighting. As with the sword, as well as without it, it was able to compete against 10 opponents at the same time.Yert was very strong and that was the only good quality his son had, the only quality he valued in him.













"Vegeta? Vegeta!"

The Sayajin was rudely torn from his not really deep sleep and startled. Nappa! That damn ...

"Nappa!" He croaked into the microphone and cleared his throat first. He hadn't spoken in days.

"Nappa, you stupid idiot! What the hell do you want from me ?!"

He didn't even bother to suppress his anger! Snorting angrily, he stared at the fittings on his space capsule and waited for the really good explanation the big Sayajin had to give him if he wanted to prevent Vegeta from ripping off his cock !!!

"Vegeta, can't we land?" It came back with a pleading undertone. Vegeta felt the blood rush to his head! Yes, it had been a mistake to take him with you! Ok, he saw it!Never again, never again would he ...

"I'm hungry and I don't think we'll have time to eat on Karawan!", Nappa continued to wail. Vegeta closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and counted to 3 in his mind.

"1. The fucking planet is called Krawa and 2. you will probably still be able to withstand it," a quick look at the monitor, "23 hours! Who says we can't get anything to eat there ?!"

"Me!", A second voice answered: Raditz.

If it hadn't been so tight, Vegeta would have clapped his hands over his head! The whole universe had conspired against him, he was sure of that. Maybe it should fake a crash on the nearest planet and disappear forever ...

"And how do you come up with it?" He hissed, shaking his head. Raditz took a long time to answer. "We have to be back as soon as possible. You know, the biggest weight in Freezer's salary calculation has the time in which we conquer the planet!"

A slightly crazy laugh came from Vegeta's throat and he took a deep breath. Before he explained to these bags that it made no difference whether they lost time before or after completing their mission, he rather typed a few commands into the on-board computer and gave the instructions to land.

"Planet 2371!" He growled to the other two over the radio and then cut the connection. He should have done that earlier, he would have been spared a lot!









So that's it for today. I ask for your opinions, as I said, otherwise I'll move to a different letter! * fg * However, if you haven't written a Kommie yet, but still want to read the story, you should contact me via PM, then I'll tell you the new title.

.K.