Preface:


First of all, thanks for the great positive comments on my first FF "Vegeta's greatest challenge. I was very happy about it.


And here it is, the first chapter of my three-part sequel.


I would appreciate your comments again.




Chapter 1: Becoming a father is not difficult ...




"Don't be sad, Bulma. I'm here now." Vegeta smiled. She leaned against him.


"I've known Yamcha for so long ... but it wasn't the bond for life." Bulma sighed. "Sometimes love goes strange ways ... How did you like our first night together?"


"Um ... well, I've never seen anything like it ..."


"So you've never ..."


Vegeta shook his head.


"So it was the first time ..." Bulma turned to Vegeta, hugged his waist and looked into his eyes. Those wild eyes that you now gave you with a loving look. The sayajin nodded.

"And with you?" He asked.


"Well ... me and Yamcha ..."


"I understand. Never mind. At least someone who is familiar with the matter."


Bulma started giggling, then kissed him on the tip of his nose.


"So, now enough raffled! My work doesn't do itself." she said then.


"Exactly. And neither is my training!"




Bulma's parents returned in the late afternoon.


"Hello my dear! Was anything?" asked Mrs. Briefs.


"Well, Yamcha left town to continue training elsewhere."


"Oh-did he? What a shame! I had such a good conversation with him! In contrast to Vegeta! -Where is our wild warrior?"


"You know that! He's training again too."




Vegeta was pleased with herself. Since he and Bulma got closer, his training progressed much better. It had increased considerably.


"So, enough for today." he finally said and switched the gravity back to normal."And tomorrow I'll make another detour into space!"


He left the training capsule. He found himself humming to himself as he walked over to the house.


"I've really changed ... is she the reason? Or this new feeling? Anyway, I'm starting to like it more and more. I just feel better about it!"


On the way to the bathroom he passed the living room and saw something on the table. Curious, he entered the room and went to the table. It was a colorful magazine that had piqued his interest. Vegeta picked it up and began to leaf through it. But he could not decipher the characters under the photos and pictures.


"Oh-crap! I can't read or write the writing of the Earthlings! It's completely different from our Sayajin characters! But it wouldn't be bad to learn them ..."


He tossed the magazine back on the table and made his way back to the bathroom.



In the evening the door to Vegeta's room opened quietly and the sayajin stuck his head out the door. He looked right and left, no one was in the hallway. Then he stepped out of his room and locked the door behind him again. He strolled slowly down the hall to a certain door. He leaned against the wall next to the doorknob, stretched out his right arm, and knocked three times.


Shortly afterwards the door opened a crack and Bulma stuck her head out. Vegeta looked at her and smiled. Bulma smiled back.


"I thought you weren't coming." she said softly, then she grabbed the Sayajin by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into your room with a jerk! A second later the door fell shut .....




"Huff, so you keep surprising me, Bulma! It's almost like combat training itself!" Vegeta huffed a few hours later and rolled onto his side of the bed.

"Nice that there is something I can impress you with." she smiled and lay on her side, propping her head on her elbow.


"Do your parents already know what we're up to here?"


"No. But at some point you'll notice. And what does that matter? I'm a grown woman, you're a grown Sayajin. So, don't worry."


"Do not worry." Vegeta grinned back.


For a while both lay side by side in silence, Bulma was watching her partner, who was staring at the ceiling, apparently lost in thought. What was going on in Him right now? How did he think of her? In any case, his gaze always changed when they got close. Then all the savagery and aggressiveness inherent in the Sayajin disappeared from his eyes.


Bulma reached out and ran Vegeta lovingly through his thick, pitch-black mane. He let her touch him at any time now, evidently he had taken a liking to it.

"Vegeta ..."


"Hm?"


"I know that your father was the last king of your people. But you have never told me anything about your mother. Who was she?"


"I dont know."


"You don't know who your mother was? Were there no queens?"


"Of course there were Sayajin queens! Only the strongest daughters from the clans of the warriors of the upper class could acquire the right to become the king's consort. They competed against each other in a fighting tournament and the strongest, who emerged victorious, acquired the right to become queen and mother of the ruler's descendants. "


"I see - but I'm not a warrior or a princess."


"As a technician, you are a true princess. And you always defied my moods and showed no fear. You even saved me from doing something stupid. All of this makes you a worthy partner."


Bulma smiled gratefully at him and laid her head on his broad chest.Vegeta grabbed her right hand and held it tight.


"But did your father never tell you anything about your mother?" continued Bulma.


"No. I was always influenced by fighting from an early age and never asked him about my mother. But maybe I should have done it ... but my fighting spirit was so strong that it wasn't me at all cared. "


"Then who raised you?"


"In the first time I had a wet nurse. Hah, I even remember your name! Her name was Yuna!"


"And she didn't tell you anything about your mother either?"


"As far as I can remember, not ..... I just know that she loved me and treated me like her own child. Who knows, maybe my mother died while she gave birth to me ..."


"That could well be possible ... and maybe your father didn't want to talk about her anymore because of the pain of losing his wife."


"Maybe. When I started running, I had a nanny, one of the best warriors in the upper class.Her name was Tabari and she didn't let anyone get in on me without permission! As soon as I could stand on my own two feet, she started training with me. She replaced my mother until she was killed by Freezer when she refused to follow him with me on his spaceship. She defended me like a lioness defended her cub, but she had no chance against this monster! "


"This Freezer was really a monster! It's lucky he's dead now!"


"Right. But who was this boy who could kill him and his father so easily?"


"We may find out more when day X comes."


"The day X ... the arrival of the cyborgs ..." Vegeta muttered and looked his partner in the eye.


"But there is still time until then. Let's spend the remaining time together."


The two moved back together and Bulma snuggled into Vegeta's strong arms. Soon after, they both fell asleep.




"I'll be back in about two days!" said Vegeta the next morning as he boarded the space capsule.

"Don't stay away too long." Bulma whispered in his ear.


"Don't worry. You actually got me so far that I always want to come back to you."


Bulma smiled gratefully at her partner. Then she pulled the collar of his combat suit apart and slipped something under it.


"What's this?" the Sayajin wanted to see.


"Only when you're on the road. - I'll wait for you." said Bulma. Then the door of the capsule closed and Bulma took a few steps back to a safe distance. Shortly afterwards the spacecraft took off and disappeared into the blue of the sky.




As soon as the capsule left the earth's atmosphere, Vegeta took out the something that Bulma had pushed him under the one-piece. It was a photo of her.


Smiling, he shook his head and placed it on the control panel.




When Vegeta was still serving under Freezer's command, he had traveled extensively in space with his two Sayajin comrades.In this way he had known a lot of planets, inhabited and uninhabited.




After his training he had decided to visit one of these inhabited worlds again. Gooma. Not a very welcoming star, but it was the meeting point for space travelers from all over the galaxy.


And so Vegeta strolled through the narrow streets of the capital.


"Prrrh! Nothing has changed! Still the same scum, still the same foul smell that hangs over the city!" he growled softly.


In order not to attract attention, he wore a wide robe with a hood. It did not want to be recognized as a Sayajin, as it was not easy to talk to in this area. With Nappa and Raddiz by his side, this secrecy would not have been necessary, but it was safer to go undetected on your own. Especially since here on Gooma was also the meeting place of the biggest scoundrels and villains of the surrounding galaxies. Freezer's people had often spent their free time here and scattered members of his former command could still be around.



Vegeta's path led him to the most famous tavern in town, an old meeting place for Freezers people. He intended to do some research here to see if the inglorious end of Freezer and his father King Cold had gotten this far.




At the counter he got something to drink and sat down at one of the back tables without removing his hood. It was not noticeable, a number of figures were walking around with helmets that covered their entire heads or were similarly veiled.


In fact, there were still a few people