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Fanfic: Leben in Gefangenschaft
Chapter: 11
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Life in Captivity (12)
"Vegeta! The council has been waiting for you for 2 hours!" "Then 5 minutes longer won't hurt either. I have to get the people out of here quickly. Is anything free here?" it's important and you should come to them as soon as you get back. "" Yeah, well, it's good. "Vegeta seemed quite annoyed. The young, gray-haired man seemed to be quite nervous and stressed, it was easy to guess which of the two was the more important person. “Then do me a favor and take care of her.” He glanced at the Z-Warriors, who still seemed rather confused by the great hall.
It was an incredible sight indeed. Neither of them had believed that there was such a thing as an underground city, but now they realized that it was only logical, where else could you have housed so many rebels?But they hadn't even realized how many rebels there were. In a sense, Bulma was proud of Vegeta because he played a crucial role. Although he was more of a revolutionary. It was like an anthill in this hall. To put it in an understated way. In the middle of the hall there were elongated tables where meals were probably eaten. There was a table against one wall that could be seen from anywhere, provided no one was scurrying through the aisles between the tables. The leaders were probably sitting at this table, giving their speeches, presenting their plans and so on. There were actually no walls at all, they were all equipped with doors that, like the one they had come out of, led into a confusing system of tunnels. And in these corridors there had to be doors that led to the sleeping places. It was an incredible system.
"Sorry if I bother you, but there is such a strange meeting and I have to go there now.I'll be back about tomorrow morning. I would advise you to lie down for a few more minutes, the journey was sure to be exhausting. At 7.00 there is dinner. Kevin here will show you everything. Be nice to them, Kev. "With that he walked through the hall and headed for a door. Behind the door you could see a long, dark corridor, into which Vegeta disappeared. Bulma looked at the door for a few more minutes, but then turned her face to Kevin." So. I am now taking you to your sleeping quarters. As Vegeta said, there is dinner at 7:00 p.m. Until then, do not leave your sleeping quarters unless you want to be shot. "He said these things very casually, he didn't seem to be afraid. Nevertheless, he had cast off his nervousness and spoke in a voice that did not tolerate contradiction." Where is Vegeta's quarters? “Who are you?” Asked Kevin curiously. “His wife. "Kevin seemed astonished, but then he saw that it was quite natural that Vegeta had to be married, which he really wasn't and looked at Bulma with a pitying look."Unfortunately I can't tell you. I don't really know myself and there have been many attacks on high-ranking people here. I'm sorry. It must be terrible for you to keep walking around with this fear and not knowing where you are. "Bulma avoided looking him in the eye. Yes, of course she was afraid for him, but still she wished a little bit that she hadn't seen him again. Vegeta had changed completely. Their encounter had only increased the fear. But Bulma had to be strong, she knew that. If she didn't trust Vegeta, he wouldn't trust himself either. But it was dangerous to lead a revolt against those in power. "I'm taking you to your sleeping quarters now."
They weren't even cabins, it was terribly cramped. "Each cabin is for 4 people. You should decide now, swapping is no longer possible, because I have to write down exactly where you are." "Um ... good." They spread out and Kevin noted everything.“It's best to spend as much time as you can in the great hall, because it's actually a bit tight here.” 'Something' was 'a bit' exaggerated, but it doesn't matter. At least they were 'a little' around Vegeta.
So, that's it. No, it's called Star Wars.
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