was always passed on to the next heir to the throne when he assumed the office of ruler. And this blood-red symbol on the armor is the symbol of our ruling house. Also." I had worn one. But that was a long time ago ... my father was murdered by Freezer while he was trying to free me! " explained Vegeta.Suddenly Bulma noticed how his hands were trembling and his lips were starting to tremble. Then suddenly it broke out of him: "Damn it, I still miss him!"


He started to sob, threw himself into your arms and buried his face on Bulma's shoulder!


"That's good. Don't hold back your tears. Forget your unbending pride for a moment and just let them run ... they're just tears ..."




Bulma was shocked and surprised at the same time. She would never have thought that this merciless, tough warrior was capable of such an outburst of emotion! Until now he had always been proud and indomitable and now he howled like a little child on your shoulder! And all she could do was talk to him soothingly and stroke his thick, pitch-black hair in a comforting way.


"I want to share everything with you, Vegeta. Also your pain and suffering." said Bulma. That the Sayajin behaved like this in your presence proved that he trusted her.



At the same time, thousands of kilometers away ...


"What's the matter with Goku?" Piccolo wondered. "He stands there as if a ray of petrification had hit him!"


Gohan ran to his father.


"Papa what is it?"


Goku's gaze seemed to be directed far away. Then Gohan discovered the tears that were pearling in his eyes.


"Papa, you are crying!"


"How? -Oh, something just got in my eyes!" Suddenly Son-Goku pulled himself out of his stupor and quickly wiped his eyes. "Let's keep training."


"Okay." called the boy and ran back to Piccolo.


"Vegeta, I'm sorry too what happened to your father ..." Goku thought and looked up into the sky.




"Are you feeling better now?" Bulma asked when Vegeta pulled away from her and stared sadly at the floor.


He just nodded silently.


"We should take a rest after this busy night." she suggested.In silence, Vegeta tied the cloth back into a bundle and carefully stowed it in a corner of the room.


"You know what? There is a peak in the western mountains with a stone altar, where our ancestors buried their dead by fire. Nobody will disturb us there." Bulma remembered.


"You want to be there?"


"I told you I want to share everything with you, Vegeta."


"I thank you." the Sayajin smiled gratefully.




The two made themselves comfortable on Vegeta's bed and slept until late in the afternoon. It is good to be with her again and to feel her warmth, thought the Sayajin, holding her hand. And it looks like the earth will be my new home ...




Bulma woke up and saw her partner stretching next to her and yawning heartily.


"Did you sleep well?" she asked smiling.


He turned to her and nodded.


"I would like to thank you for the little gift that you put under my suit before my departure." said Vegeta.

"Many partners take a photo of loved ones or friends with them when they travel."


"Aha. An earth custom."


"Exactly. Tell me, how was your father actually? The way you acted, he must have meant a lot to you."


"He did. He was strict and I feared his anger, but he had to be like that! He had to show strength in front of his subordinates and save face! A Sayajin prince must learn early on to be strong and indomitable when he once wanted to rule over a people of warriors! But my father was also wise and a patient teacher. And sometimes, when we were all to ourselves, he took off his rough shell and lifted me in his arms , he even played with me. I still remember trying to catch the end of his tail that he was waving back and forth over me. It was good reaction training. And when I got the end I did how tugged and bitten wildly at it and was happy about father's roaring laughter.These experiences gave me a feeling of security. A feeling that you now also give me. "


"Now I understand your deep grief. Your father would surely be proud of you."




The day after the next, the time had come. Vegeta flew into the mountains with Bulma to perform the burial ritual for his father. The sayajin sat next to her on the little plane and held the bundle with the remains on his lap.


"You see? There is the summit in front!" said Bulma, pointing forward to an approaching mountain peak that was sticking out of the clouds. "It's a worthy place, isn't it?"


"That's him."


"People used to walk all the way to the summit and only the dead bodies of the kings and nobles of our ancestors were given over to the fire there."




Bulma landed the plane on the plateau below the summit and both of them got out. A fresh wind ruffled your hair, at this height there was only sparse grass.

Vegeta had stopped and stared at the grandiose view that offered him.


"It's ..... wonderful ... I didn't know that there was such a place on earth!"


"Oh, there are many beautiful places in this world. Do you understand now why we want to keep them in any case and protect them against evil forces?"


"I think so. -Thank you for bringing me here, Bulma."


"Over there is the altar."




The two walked across the plateau towards the rectangular altar carved out of a boulder. In the background, some bamboo poles bent in the wind with red and white ribbons fluttering. There's really something sublime about this place, thought Vegeta, then he set the bundle down on the stone slab and untied it. Bulma had stopped at a respectful distance and watched what he was doing.


Bulma and her partner had dressed appropriately for the occasion. If the color black was the symbol of mourning for the people, it was the color red for the Sayajins.So Bulma wore a red, closed dress and Vegeta a red one-piece and over it a breastplate to which a blood-red cloak was attached.




Vegeta now placed the skull so that the eye sockets pointed to the wonderful view and draped the remains of the armor behind it. Then he took the royal seal, touched it with his forehead, and hung it around his neck.


Next he went to the head of the altar, knelt in front of it and crossed his hands over his chest. Then he began to pray in his own sayajin language. At first Vegeta kept his head bowed, but then he lifted him to the sky and spread his arms. After this ritual he got up again, took the skull, touched his forehead one last time with his forehead of his dead father and mumbled a few last farewell words in his mother tongue. As a final gesture, he took off his blood-red cape and spread it over his father's remains.



Then Vegeta took three steps away from the altar, stretched out his right hand and built up a ball of energy. He then fired these at the veiled bones, which went up in flames.


The Sayajin watched the consuming flames in silence, a tear running down his cheek.


"Rest in peace, father. Your place at Alpnoi's table is now certain." he muttered.


The wind carried the smoke up into the sky, Bulma stepped next to Vegeta and put an arm around his shoulders.




Suddenly a reddish mist came up.


"What's this?" shouted Bulma, startled. "This is no ordinary fog!"


"Wait here!" Vegeta hissed and stepped towards the smoke screen.


"Be careful!"




Suddenly the sayajin froze. He felt an aura! Another sayajin's aura! And she came out of the mist and was very powerful!


"Who's there? Show yourself!" Vegeta called and took a combative stance. The fog suddenly began to recede and the outlines of a tall, humanoid figure became visible.Then she stepped out of the swirling mist.


Vegeta froze, his eyes widened.


In front of him stood a woman with long, golden-red hair, the tips of which merged into that reddish mist that had hid them until now. She wore the armor of a Sayajin, the long monkey tail was the same color as her hair, which a silver browband with a blood-red stone in the middle held from her beautiful face. In her right hand she held a scepter shaped like a war ax. Her black eyes studied the warrior who stood just a few steps away from her.


"Alpnoi!" Vegeta swallowed. "The Queen of Khi`jalla!"


The sayajin smiled.


"So you recognized me, my son." she said.


"WHAT? What did you say? - Then .... then .... are YOU my .... mother? The Queen of the Sayajin realm?"


Alpnoi nodded.


This realization hit Vegeta like a blow! And then he could feel it. This powerful aura was like his!

"But how...."


"I'll explain it to you, my son." Vegeta suddenly heard his father's voice. In the next moment his shape manifested itself out of the fog that enveloped Alpnoi now more weakly.


"Father..."


"But don't you want to introduce your mate to us first?" she asked. "She is pretty..."


"Bulma? Fine, I'll get her."




And so shortly afterwards Vegeta's partner stood in amazement in front of the two figures.


"Is she your mother?" she asked incredulously.


"Yes. Your aura is similar to mine."


"And so this is your father. You are cut from his face."


"So she was the soul that called you." said King Vegeta.


His son nodded.


"I feel that she is very clever and also brave! If not foolhardy!"


"That is her." Vegeta nodded.


"Hey, thanks." Bulma smiled and blushed a little.




"But tell me, father, how could you and Alpnoi meet!No living Sayajin can enter your realm! "


"I made it. And I owe that to my