Then I'll probably continue to post here again. I'm really hardworking. lol

@ crucifix: Yep, that's right, just as you thought. He thinks that one is waiting for him, after all it seems to be important. In addition, he does not know exactly when the note was thrown in, so it can even be that he arrives on time. But you're right, it was a bit confusing. ^^
It was Gissu's reports that he was so impressed with. Yert was intrigued by the way he described the Sayajins. And actually the Sayajins themselves - well, who would know ...
And thank you for your commies, crucifix. * hug *

Then go on

Vegeta couldn't sleep anymore. It had never been his strength to relax, to switch off. It tingled his hands way too much for him to sit back and just sleep until they finally got to Krawa. The round glass dome of his spaceship threw back his reflection, slightly distorted.With a stone expression on his face he looked out into space.
It wasn't what he'd imagined. It never really was. Even now he was not free, in a way he was just escaping. Damn it, and a sayajin wasn't going to run away from anyone!
Again he felt this irrepressible anger rise within him, which seemed to be stealing his air here in this tiny spaceship. His whole body stiffened as he stared motionlessly at the millions and millions of stars that passed him like tiny flies. All of this would one day belong to him. It was his. He was the most powerful warrior of all, even if Freezer was still an obstacle at the moment - soon he too would not be able to stop him. Then the Prince of the Sayajins, the rightful heir to the empire of the most powerful warrior race in the universe, would take his well-deserved place on the throne and rule everything. All the galaxies, Freezer's planets, the entire universe.But even with these thoughts nothing changed in the face of the sayajin. Not that he had the slightest doubt that he would take Freezer's place when the time was right. But until then, he couldn't be careless.
'Father', he thought, 'I'll get back everything he took. I swear it. '

General Ressja left a conference room on deck 2 5 minutes after his son and stormed through the corridors. His hands were clenched into fists and a single thought hammered through his flushed head with increasing intensity:
`You won't bring me to my knees! `
His beeper had reacted and that alone hadn't been particularly reassuring. Unless something very important was happening, you didn't contact the general - twice not when he was in a conference. But the worst was yet to come:
Freezer's soldiers had reappeared on the radar.
The very thought of it ran down the General's spine.Wretched wretches, space pirates! Nobody had been able to compete with him before, the soldiers would be no exception.
Ressja hurried on; always down the aisle. A moment later the elevator came into view. He quickened his pace again and jumped through the opening of the door, which had already started to close and now opened again due to the safety mechanism - and stayed open.
"Damn ...", Ressja hissed, stepped restlessly from one foot to the other and then forced himself to calm down. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a deep breath. He wouldn't even allow Freezer's followers to win over his nerves ...
About 5 seconds later the doors finally closed and Ressja pounded a button. He could see himself in the reflection of the cold silver metal door. His short white hair, his stiff posture, his hard face. Yert suddenly occurred to him. His long blue hair, his insecure appearance, his open, almost childlike face.The old general shook his head. No, there was no time for that. Almost every free second he thought about why his son was such a good-for-nothing, why he had inherited so little leadership, pride and inner strength from him that it almost hurt. A father should look up proudly at his son, but even though Yert was taller than Ressja, he would never be able to stop looking down at him from above and wondering how he had earned it.
The elevator stopped, the door opened and the monotonous computer voice announced where they had just arrived, but Ressja wasn't listening. He rushed further down the corridor, seeing worried faces here and there leaning towards the floor as he passed their owners. A half-hearted clapping of fists accompanied him. With his head held high, the general stepped through the door to the control room, the monitors showing nothing more than the three space capsules that had appeared a few hours ago.The anger rose up to his neck and Ressja could not prevent it from going to his head too, because he felt his face getting warmer. He was still staring at the screen in front of him, feeling the piercing looks of his soldiers on his back, who were now waiting for his orders, could almost smell the tense mood that had already hit him when he entered.
But Ressja hesitated. Too long for Yaizu, the chief officer of the surveillance room:
"General - shall we mobilize the troops now?"
Without turning her face to the speaker, Ressja screwed up her eyes and pressed her lips together in thin lines. Again and again he thought about the situation, wondering whether there was any other option than cowardly hiding behind weapons and thinking: 'Come on, we have our weapons. But woe, you fight back! `. On the other hand, it would hardly work any other way.“Our attempts to contact you by radio went unanswered.” Ressja turned around and stared at the soldier. He was middle-aged, had a hard but tired-looking face and bushy white eyebrows. He pointed to a young soldier who was talking non-stop into a microphone.
"So we don't know what you want," the officer continued, shrugging his shoulders to give more expression to his statement.
General Ressja, who had been silent so far, now decided to take the reins in hand again. He had now finally made up his mind.
"We are waiting. Since they have not contacted us, we assume that they are not interested in trading with us and that their intentions are different. The ground forces will be mobilized if they dare to attack us from the air, we can Clear a few missiles. You shouldn't get the impression that our knees are shaking when they arrive, right? "
Silence.
"General, with all due respect, I'm not sure the danger they pose should be underestimated ..."Ressja gave the officer a disparaging look.
“The danger they pose?” He laughed hoarsely. "There are three of you. What can you do?"
Yaizu hesitated for a moment, he seemed to be carefully weighing the words on his tongue.
"General, these are Freezer's troops. And if he only sends three people, he will have his reasons for doing so."
The officer held Ressja`s piercing gaze. He didn't even blink.
"One reason for this could be arrogance, soldier. Or arrogance, or overconfidence. Should I continue?" The general's voice had become a threatening hiss and with eyes that were barely larger than slits he looked at the soldiers in the room . If you didn't rely on yourself, you were left ...
The officer surrendered - if only reluctantly. At first he nodded barely noticeably, then he clapped his fists in front of himself and said something that Ressja should still ring in his ears hours later:"That's right, General. There are always people who only notice where the limits are when they have exceeded them."
Then he turned on his heel and left the great General Ressja in the room.

bye and see you soon
.K.