Happiness is at home in the soul
Prologue


The silky curtains were pushed protectively over the window and let only a little light into the small room.
I closed the door dully behind me, careful to be as quiet as possible.
I didn't think that he would come back again, let alone set foot in this house.
He had expressed his dislike for this planet and us more than clearly and yet ...... and yet he had returned. Back from his long search from space and again I put one foot in front of the other and stopped immediately when the rotten wood began to creak under me.
A faint murmur could be heard from the side of the bed, briefly the fragile shape turned to the side and I sincerely hoped that the Saiyajin would not wake up.
But Vegeta's exhaustion was too deep, because immediately the stern expression on his face relaxed and gave way to renewed tiredness.
How long had he traveled through space in search of my friend, who had been missing for more than a year?
For too long, it seemed to me and after a few steps, after which I was careful to continue to be as calm as possible, I finally stood in front of him.
I looked worriedly at the being that had actually caused so much suffering.
What had ridden me back then that I had the idea to take him in with me?
Sighing, I brushed my tangled blue hair and stared again at the sleeping Saiyajin.
But I felt sorry for him somehow.
No home,
No friends.
Alone and lonely.
No accommodation to which he could retire and when I could no longer bear his sad and thoughtful look, my invitation had already left my lips.
It wasn't even a question, rather a request and a short smile flickered over my lips as I remembered the surprised expression on his face.
I hadn't given him a choice.
Again a relaxed sigh drew my attention to the resting Saiyajin and quietly I placed the small, silvery tray with the rest of today's lunch on the bedside table. Since arriving three days ago, Vegeta has slept like a rock. He didn't even wake up to eat and finally, after a long hesitation, I carefully sat down by his side.
My blue opals curiously watched the Saiyan's exhausted features. Deep, dark circles were enthroned under tightly squeezed eyes, his skin, otherwise stained by the sun, was pale and for a moment the thought crept into me whether he wasn't somehow sick.
But as soon as this thought came, it disappeared again in the farthest corners of my being.
Vegeta wasn't someone who succumbed to a simple illness so easily, he must have just been exhausted after his long search.
I briefly remembered his arrival. My parents and I had just been in the garden when the spaceship crashed from the sky more than ever. He must have run out of gas on the way and it was actually a miracle that he had made it back to earth.
The Saiyajin stepped out of the open hatch swaying and I couldn't help but secretly look at him.
His tracksuit was torn in several places, the gray chest protector cracked and perforated. His dark brown hair hung wildly on his forehead, soot and dirt not only hung in shaggy strands, but also covered almost his entire upper body.And when I discovered the blood, I could no longer suppress my inner worry. What was he doing out there?
He passed us silently, but this Saiyajin couldn't fool me. He was hurt, battered. Maybe both, and without further ado, I grabbed the prince of the once so powerful warrior people and put them in the shower.
He didn't complain, by God, he hadn't even made a derogatory remark and thoughtfully I had put my new clothes on a small stool.
After his long shower, Vegeta had disappeared straight into his room. I hadn't even gotten around to tending his wounds and now, after three days, his condition didn't seem to be improving.
Another hot whimper caught my attention and I looked pityingly at the slumped figure at my side.
Vegeta seemed to be in pain, because he was rolling restlessly from side to side and without thinking about my actions, I put a comforting hand on his chest.
My fingers twitched nervously when I could feel his strong heartbeat and my heart inevitably warmed.
The Saiyajin seemed to calm down immediately, because his faltering breath became calmer, his eyes more relaxed and after a short time I could hear his even breathing and smiled contentedly.
But my hand stayed in place and before I knew it, I gently brushed the tangled strands off his forehead.
Actually, I should be afraid of him, this being had more than just one living being on his conscience, but somehow I couldn't feel fear or hate for him.
Now that I saw him in front of me, innocently asleep, exhausted from his long journey, it was unthinkable to even suspect that this Saiyajin had committed more than just one bloodthirsty act.
So why wasn't I afraid?
Was it pity?
I looked sadly into an exhausted face.
Or is it sympathy?
Another sigh on his part and again a gentle smile flickered over my lips.
"Vegeta?"
My voice was more than a whisper and unceremoniously I gently shook his shoulder, but the Saiyjain remains stuck in his calm sleep.
I was sorry to wake him up, but he hadn't eaten in more than 3 days and I didn't want him to be hungry.
I tried it a second time, this time shaking his shoulder harder, but when I could hear nothing but grumbling scraps of words, which sounded strongly like the Saiyan language, the meaning of which I didn't even begin to understand, I gave up.
I got up slowly and closed the wide open window as the sun moved behind the clouds and now gave way to cold darkness.
The summer had passed and now there was nothing more than the icy rain of autumn and shivering I turned the heating up.
I carefully grabbed a second blanket and unceremoniously put it over the sleeping Saiyajin. His trembling had not gone unnoticed and again, after long minutes of silence, I hesitantly stroked his thick, dark brown hair.
The brown strands felt soft and soft on my skin and I couldn't suppress a smile.
It was fascinating.
In its own way.
Sleep well, Vegeta.
Again my hand brushed his cheek, nowhere near noticing what I had just done.
But I didn't care.
Didn't everyone deserve some peace and happiness? No matter what acts he had committed?No matter how dark his past was?
I stood up in silence, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Quietly, as far as my feet could carry me, I left the room, but turned around one last time in the door frame and continued to look thoughtfully at the sleeping Saiyjain. Again Vegeta had tossed and turned in a feverish martyrdom and was now lying on her left side, her legs drawn close to her body, one arm hanging limply to one side and barely touching the ground. His eyes were squeezed tight and worry washed over me again when I noticed his pained expression.
What is it that is bothering you?
What torments you day in and day out that you cannot find rest?
Again I gave Vegeta one last worried look before I left his bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me.
What seemed to be bothering this Saiyjain?
I stared at the floor in concern, looked helplessly at my own feet, and thought. But I didn't seem to find a solution, no answer, and sighing, I made my way to my laboratory.
I still had a lot to do and wanted to finish it before late evening.
The cold autumn wind swept silently over us and shivering, I pulled my long white smock on and continued down the corridor, leaving the Saiyjain no Ouji behind me.
But my thoughts could not find rest and again I saw the exhausted face of the other in front of me and worried my forehead wrinkled.
What are you hiding from Vegeta? What are you hiding that you are too stubborn and too self-sufficient to accept the helping hand that is offered to you?
Shaking my head, I continued on my way.
Happiness does not reside in possession or in gold. The feeling of happiness is at home in the soul.
My look was sad when I finally stopped, frightened at my own thoughts, and stared out the window.
Happiness is at home in the soul.
A shiver ran down my back as I thought back to my mute occupant.
Where was your luck, Vegeta?
Sadly, my blue opals sank and stared helplessly at my hands when a blinding tremor seized me.

Where was your home?