Every evening I walk down the long corridors of the big house. They are dark, but I know my way around here, after all, I grew up here. I'm on my way to my room. Every evening I'm the last one to go to bed. Even Vegeta goes to sleep earlier. He also trains all day. And he makes everyone in the house feel his bad mood. That is almost always the case. But today he was particularly grumpy. When I passed the gravity room and risked a look, he of course snapped at me. "What do you want? Don't you have anything better to do?" I left without further comment. I don't have to accept that. Why should I? Otherwise he is not exactly talkative. He pretty much gets out of the way of me and my family, except when he wants something. For example, when my father or I have to fix something again. Sometimes, no mostly, he treats me like his personal slave. And sometimes I even understand that.He was, or is, a prince. He doesn't know any other way. He always had people under him, even under Freezer's command. So how should he know it any other way? But sometimes I just freak out. Just like that, completely unexpected. He's puzzled by my reaction .. Then he looks at me and puts on his grin. This is probably supposed to symbolize that he's above me, which is better. But he knows that I know that this is not the case in this world. Then I smile at him and he looks to the side in a huff. He looks really cute then. But that is seldom the case. Usually it is unbearable.


Before I go to my room to go to sleep, I go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and brush my hair. Then I'll be on my way. I stop at his room. I always do that. Nightly. I quietly open the door and I feel a cool breeze on my feet. Then I see him. He is lying on his bed. The quilt wrapped around his bare waist, lying on his side.One hand clenched in a fist and lying in front of the head. The other arm as a support under his head. The moonlight caresses his body. His skin has a dull sheen, and you can now easily see the numerous scars on his body. I feel sorry for him in moments like this. He must have fought many times, been wounded many times, suffered many times. Whether someone was there to take care of him, as I do when he's wounded again. Then he usually sits on a chair and lets the procedure go through. But I think he's secretly enjoying it. If his body has suffered so much, how much has his soul suffered? Has he ever lost a loved one? His father, yes, but is that the only person? Has he already sensed anything other than hatred or anger? I don't mean love. Indifference, pity?


His face is relaxed and calm. He sleeps, he doesn't know that I'm here and that I'm watching him.When he sleeps he looks like a little child. I've never seen him sleep in any other position. I once read that someone who sleeps curled up with his legs locked, like Vegeta, is hiding a secret. I think Vegeta is hiding a lot of secrets. For me it is a secret in itself. Why is he here? Why is he staying here? What has he found here that he has not found anywhere else !? If he is strong, courageous, stubborn and arrogant during the day, he is helpless, lonely, sad in the evening. I want to quietly close the door when I notice that he opens his eyes. They shine beautifully in the moonlight. His gaze wanders around the room until he gets caught on the door. he looks at me, but not angry. There is something magical about his look. I look him in the eye, wander over his beautiful body. I push the door open a little and enter the room. The door slams shut and Vegeta looks at me in amazement and expectation at the same time.I step up to him, he seems to suspect what I'm up to, because he turns on his back. Now you can look at your body even better. I stand in front of him, look into the eyes from which I can usually only read anger and anger. Now I see warmth and devotion in it. I gently stroke it with my fingertips over his upper body. I feel his warm skin, he clasps my wrist and looks at me. There is tension in the air. What does he think of me now? Does he think I'm easy to come by? Hardly likely. Because he strokes my forehead with his right hand. His hand covers my cheek, then my neck. Finally it covers my waist. I can feel his hand on my back. He caresses me gently and gently pushes me down to himself. I give in and lie down with him. My head is on his chest, his hand on my stomach. I paint circles on his chest. " How do you feel?" I want to know from him. " I'm confused." says the man next to me." how so?" I ask again. "Well ... I often wait for something with women. But it's different with you. Your hair is much softer, your skin is much more delicate, and you smell a lot better. I don't know that - at least not like that." I am surprised. I didn't think he would just tell me something like that. And yet I feel disgusted. What might these women have looked like? Maybe they had blue skin and four arms. I'm shivering. I snuggle closer to him, I don't want to let go of him again, the moment is too good for that. It's like he can read my mind. He puts his other hand on my head. I feel safe. I give a small sigh, a sign of my satisfaction. He just smiles. I fall asleep in the poor of a strong man, whom I now know two sides of. This is where my thoughts end ........