2. Move
A / N: Yeah, I don't think Vegeta-sei was only three light years from Earth either, but for the benefit of the FF.
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He had black hair.
That's it with the matches with my perfect friend. He had no manners, he was rowdy, he was condescending, he was short, he was ... unacceptable!
But of course I couldn't leave him to himself in the desert, since it was somehow my fault that the poor dwarf was here now. I wasn't even sure where it was from. He wasn't very good at talking either, and when he did, only insults came out of his mouth. At least I knew his name was Vegeta and that he was Saiyan no Ouji - information that I should hear often enough.
I remembered very well when he stood there in the heat of the desert, completely disoriented, but still not lost. He had driven out Pilaf, Shou and Mai through his sole charisma - and I was sure that he would have done it differently.Even if he was quite small for his age, he was a good head taller than Goku, but that didn't have to mean anything; Goku was still growing, whereas Vegeta was obviously out of puberty.
Yamcha had looked quite flabbergasted, he had never had an encounter of the Third Kind - well, neither did I, but as a scientist I was open to anything - and that even topped his encounter with the Feminine Kind. So it was now sometimes, at first you were up to date, and five minutes later, if you briefly expressed the wish for the perfect friend to the holy dragon and the one appointed an alien prince, you were already passé. Speaking of passé, I still had to learn French during the holidays ...
But that tiny detail faded when you thought about having a real, real, alien prince living in your home. And best of all, my parents didn't seem to mind.They were always very open and supported me in every way, but actually I would have expected more persuasion on my part, which is what Vegeta's placement in the C.C. concerned. But no matter, you don't look in the mouth of a given horse.
Lying in my bed, I wondered what Goku, Yamcha and Oolong were doing. The three had moved on alone to train and get stronger, although Goku was reluctant to do so. He had been completely fascinated by the fact that this Vegeta also had a tail - thanks to Kami, he had refrained from "patten" him, I didn't want to know how the arrogant prince would have reacted to this approach. Probably worse than me ...
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I was lying in this .... bed that she had called "mine". Why should she give me a bed? Did I look like I needed it? Perhaps not now, but after all that I had found out so far, I would probably have to stay on this "earth" for a while longer.Was there really another planet that hadn't yet mastered space travel? And why did I have to land on this one?
That brought me to the next question: Why did I actually end up here? As far as I understood, it was the work of some dragon that granted wishes, and that she wanted something, only what, that could not be gotten out of her ... But well, since I probably had to stay a little longer, I'd get it out of her
You, the blue-haired ... child with the big mouth - I was able to tell you that about her after our very brief acquaintance. And maybe one of the two of us would probably not survive this time I have to spend on earth.
And then there was another reason I had to stay here. That kid - Goku? - had a tail. Was that a coincidence, a genetic defect? I couldn't imagine that, because he also had this gravitation-preventing hairstyle that was supposed to identify him as a Saiyajin.But his character ... that was a different matter. If I had only had access to all the files on Freezer's ship, I would now know whether this Goku was perhaps a Saiyan who had been sent to this earth as a baby. Then there would be four of us ... although Goku would logically have to be a lower class warrior.
Lower class warriors like Raditz. How were the two of them? Not that I really cared, or had to care. The two could take care of themselves.
I sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position in the unfamiliar bed. Although I couldn't say for sure how I knew it, I was sure that I had nothing to fear from the 'Briefs'. Not that they might be dangerous to me in any way, but I also knew that they wouldn't even try if they had the power.
Strange planet.
Strange birthday.
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“How did that happen?” Like ice daggers, the words cut through the hearts of the two Saiyans.The Icejin's throne room had been locked for barely ten minutes and no one could get in or out. And although Nappa and Raditz knew it was nonsense, they couldn't shake the feeling that the room seemed to be getting smaller. “Do I have to repeat myself?” Freezer's oily voice sent shivers down the spines of the two teenagers.
"II have no idea, master," replied Nappa with bowed head, the slight stutter barely audible.
“Wrong answer.” And with that, Freezer shot a thin beam of energy directly at the elite Saiyan's knee, causing him to collapse with an unidentifiable sound of pain. The amount of blood that oozed from the wound suggested that an important artery had been hit, and slowly Nappa's vision blurred.
Raditz didn't even gasp at this cruel reaction. He'd been Freezer's subject long enough to have expected it.
"And?What do you have to say about that, longhair? "The Icejin obviously took great pleasure in tormenting his subordinates. Because how should they know the correct answer? Or probably they knew it after all; namely that there was none and that they had to be wrong. Basically it could Freezer no less scratching what had really happened to the Monkey Prince, he had never presented a serious threat, and now that he was, so to speak, vanished into thin air, he had one less problem to attend to.
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Meanwhile, Son Goku, Yamcha and Kuririn were trained by Muten Roshi, and after a short time they met Lunch, who fell in love with Yamcha, during which Ranchi reminded the former desert bandits of the fact that women were unpredictable beings.
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"And what should I do here all day? You don't even have the slightest training opportunity here!" Vegeta hissed at me and crossed his arms in front of his chest again.With an effort I tore myself away from the sight and flashed just as angry in his eyes.
"If you want to know, we have a dojo in the basement that you can use as long as ... well, until we find a solution ..."
"Until you have found a solution? Ha! It will take years. Your pathetic planet has not even developed rockets yet, how long do you think it takes to create an entire spaceship?"
"Look out, stormy hairstyle," I growled at the prince. "I happen to be the brightest genius this planet has to offer, and when I say-" I was interrupted rudely.
"Then your planet really has to be made up of sponges! You want to be a genius? You're just a blue-haired child with a voice that is too high-pitched!"
"What?" I gasped. "How dare you? I'll let you live here for free and everything and what do you do? You try to insult me? I'm sixteen already and measured by your height ... Are you fifteen or what?""A superior grin graced my lips as I watched Vegeta's eyebrows contract. Hit. Sunk.
"I'm ... sure I won't answer that. Now show me where this 'dojo' is."
Smiling, I motioned Vegeta to follow me. Of course he couldn't tell me his age. If he had said he was older than me, that would mean he was growing really slower than me, and if his growth were normal he would have to be younger. Bulma 1 point. Vegeta 0. Did I also have `funny` on my list of attributes my friend had to have?
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I've lived on earth for three years and I'm slowly wondering if Freezer would ever find me here. Of course he would have to if this Son Goku was actually a Saiyan - which was becoming more and more likely. Bulma hadn't made great strides with her own spaceship - which didn't surprise me. She was smart, I only admitted that quietly, but she was even better angry.I still didn't know why I was really on earth, but somehow I wanted to keep it that way, keep the illusion alive. After I'd finished my training - which, surprisingly, had been made much more effective by a number of devices that Bulma and her father had invented - I would retire to the attic. From the attic one had an excellent view of the night sky and with the telescope I would observe the spectacle that night. Yes, I knew it was kind of morbid, but also comforting, even though I knew that nobody would see it that way.
Two hours later I was in the attic adjusting the telescope. The professor hadn't asked many questions about what I needed the calculations for, and I was glad - if not grateful - for that.
The correct eyepiece was already inserted, so I only had to zoom in, which I did by entering it into the electronic voting system.The viewfinder showed a large cluster of stars, all light years away, and perhaps one of them had been the sun on my planet. Probably not.
"What are you doing?", Came Bulma's voice from the trapdoor. It would have been too nice if she had left me alone. The three years now she was like my shadow ...
"I'm just counting if all the stars are still there," I replied in my best sarcastic voice that should make her leave. As always, it didn't work out. Did I lose my bite?
"Aha," she just laughed. Was she laughing at me? "Seriously."
I just sighed. Just because she had rescued me from the lizard's clutches for whatever reason, didn't mean I owed her bill.
"Let me see," she mumbled and faster than I would have thought she could, she was at the telescope and looked through the eyepiece. "But ... there is nothing ... just black." She straightened up again and looked questioningly into my eyes.“Did you make a mistake about your attitude or ...?” At my growl, she refrained from her second insinuation.
"No, that's right."
"But there is nothing ... What do you want to see?"
"He'll be seen soon