"Let's not make big speeches, but finally start. I've trained long enough to compete against you again. This time I passed you. I know it and I'll prove it to you." Vegeta and Son Goku had chosen theirs Fight chosen a deserted planet. The atmosphere was thin and it was difficult to breathe, but both were used to bad circumstances and the anticipation of the upcoming fight made them forget everything around them. Reluctantly, the families of both of them had agreed to let them go, because it was certainly dangerous to catapult oneself into space with Son Goku's teleportation technology in order to start a senseless and superfluous fight there. But the earth was too small and too fragile to be able to withstand the energy of two Saiya jins. Son Goku just smiled at his counterpart. Vegeta would try again and again. But it should be fine with him. He loved fighting Vegeta.He was and remained his most interesting opponent. The fight began and the great planet was shaken to its core when the two collided, each pulling a yellow energy tail behind them. They didn't touch, but the fight raged around them, because their auras rubbed against each other, tried to push the other away and throw him off balance. Every inch was fought for. But suddenly Vegeta's aura formed into an arrow, pierced Goku's own and so Vegeta scored a powerful hit in the middle of Goku's surprised face. The fighting continued without mercy. The earth's crust cracked and the two energies caused winds that soon turned into hurricanes. Two lone men almost shattered a planet larger than Earth. Both were bleeding from many wounds and sweating profusely. The air was becoming a scarce commodity, but all of this was only a background event. The two fighters dealt and pocketed without feeling the pain or stinging in their lungs.They were too absorbed, too focused, too fought for it. But the pleasure was suddenly interrupted. "Son goku !!! Son Goku, damn it, come back now. Quick !!" That was Piccolo's voice. He had made telepathic contact with the Saiya jin. Son Goku paused and Vegeta kicked his kidney hard. The air shot out of his lungs and he doubled up, but was just able to raise his hand and prevent his opponent from another blow. Vegeta raised his eyebrows questioningly and clearly in displeasure. "It's Piccolo," Goku gasped in explanation. “Something seems to have happened.” “Yes, his back is probably itching and we should scratch him!” Growled the little man and crossed his arms over his chest. Goku ignored him. If Piccolo took such a strenuous distance to speak to his heart, something could really be wrong. "Piccolo, what is it?", But there was no answer.The Namek had only managed to contact him for a short time, but the message had been clear. With a quick, incomprehensible movement, he grabbed the unprepared prince by the shoulder, placed two fingers of the other hand on his forehead and located Piccolo's aura. Vegeta would never have come voluntarily, he knew that and so he involuntarily pulled him back to earth with him. He just saw how Kuririn, throwing an energy discus, cut a strange little creature, all black, without a head and with eyes in the palms, which was held in place by Piccolo's psi-power. The cattle howled shrilly and a disgusting stench spread. Finally the scaly body burst and the dust that was left was dispersed by the wind in all possible directions of the great, green plain. Son Goku covered his nose in disgust, but Vegeta was too angry: "You ... YOU COWARD !!! YOU UNWORTHTING BASTARD OF A REPENDENT MUTE.WHY DID YOU DO THAT??? ", he snarled at him. Goku turned his head to him:" Now get yourself back, okay? We'll fight on. "Vegeta had no words. His whole body was shaking with anger and his hands were clenched into fists. Goku didn't care and looked up at his other two friends. The difference in size between the two made him grin, but the hilarity faded. when he saw the faces of Piccolo and Kuririn, "What then? ", he asked astonished." You got rid of the stinker. "Somewhere in his head a voice wondered what it was anyway, but he had seen so many creatures that nothing really surprised him. He shrugged imperceptibly. Then he turned back to the other two who were slowly floated to earth. Neither of them dared to look him in the eye. Alarmed, Goku raised his eyebrows. "Piccolo, darn, what was that? ", Vegeta snapped at the greenling."Vegeta, please, let him speak.", Son Goku said impatiently. Vegeta growled. "We're sorry. We came too late. We only noticed when there was almost no life left in her.", Piccolo grumbled. His gaze was fixed on the floor. "She was only trying to protect the children from the demon," Kuririn intervened. “He was stronger.” With that he took a step back. Son Goku's heart sank. A figure hunched up between the scattered fruit, vegetables and children's toys. He walked slowly towards her, blinking again and again, hoping it would be someone else. But it wasn't. There was Chi Chi. Burns covered her arms and forehead. Her mouth was slightly open and a small trickle of blood ran down her lips. She must have just been on her way back from shopping when she was attacked. Then he also noticed the wound in her stomach. She was bleeding profusely. The demon had shot straight through them.With a sound of horror, Son Goku dropped to his knees. Her eyes were still open. Quickly, but extremely carefully, he lifted her upper body and supported her. Loving recognition entered the black, large eyes of his wife, and penetrated one last time the pain that tormented her, but she could no longer speak. Helpless, too horrified and confused to be able to say anything, her husband watched as the last glare vanished from her pupils. Son Goku, the strong, confident and indomitable Saiya-jin warrior now buried his face like a small child between the folds of Chi Chi's collar. He could still smell her scent, which until recently he had taken for granted. Slowly, very slowly, he felt the aura of the young woman flow from her body, just like the blood that was now warmly soaking his combat suit. He clutched her suit tighter and tighter, felt the slim, lifeless body and refused to admit it.Piccolo, Vegeta and Kuririn stood around him with bowed heads and unable to speak. The wind blowing across the dusty plain tugged at the Namek's coat and ran through the others' hair. Son Goku's wife's sunken headband came off. Her black hair comforted him like a blanket over his shoulder and neck. It still smelled like the peach shampoo she'd used that morning. All strength drained from him. He sank down further and further, until finally, at first hesitant and cautious, but soon in a flood of feelings the tears broke out of him. His body shook with heavy sobs. "No..no, no..i. I need you.", He whispered weakly. "Chi chi, please don't, b ... stay here." His head, pressed against the dead man's collarbone, jerked back and forth in a negative gesture. How cold their skin was ... "W ... What should I say to Gohan and Goten now? You can ... you can't just leave us alone ... We need you ..." His voice was brittle and he rocked her back and forth with his torso.He stammered even more quietly: “I need you, damn it, I need you so much, so much, so much.” Then there was silence. Silence that you rarely feel, because it was associated with emptiness. Goku had stopped crying. Chi Chi's hand was limp on the grassy ground. She and her husband seemed frozen. After a while, Piccolo moved. His expression was more serious than usual, but, as always, did not reflect any further emotion. He went to the Saiya-jin and briefly toasted Kuririn in passing. The little man had tears in his eyes. Vegeta's gaze was still turned towards the ground. He was deeply touched by the suffering of his companion, but his pride did not allow any words of comfort.


Piccolo put his green hand gently on Goku's shoulder. "Leave me. I'll stay here!" Was the short answer. On the touch. "Please Son Goku, that doesn't make it any better.", Piccolo tried again. "LEAVE ME !!!", Goku shouted and his despair discharged into a blue energy beam that would have killed Piccolo had it not been avoided.Now Kuririn answered, while the Namek panted away from Goku's reach. "It's bad, worse than ever, but you've never given up. On the contrary. It's always been you who spurred us on." There was no answer. "Son Goku ...", Kuririn broke his heart when he saw his best friend like this. Footsteps were loud behind him. Vegeta, who had finally overcome himself, approached. "Get up, Kakarott!" He said quietly but firmly. "She is dead and can no longer be woken up by the dragon balls. It was a heroic death because she sacrificed herself for innocent children. It is over. But there are two sons waiting for you. Share your suffering with them and it will be you get better quickly. That's exactly how I felt when Vegeta was destroyed, but I was alone, kakarott. I didn't want to confide in the other two, Raddiz and Nappa, but with you I could. Even if you might not noticed you helped me and now I don't want to see you sitting there so miserably.Don't make me get sentimental. You know I hate that. I hereby command you, as Prince of Vegeta and thus as your ruler, get up and live your life on. Keep them in mind, but don't let them get in the way. You will be in a lot of pain now, but it will pass. She would despise you if she saw you like that. Let them be proud of you. "Piccolo and Kuririn looked at Vegeta, who didn't look at them, angry, but also astonished. Where had this man got his words from? As hard as they might have sounded, they had an effect. Slowly, life seemed to return to Goku's body. He lifted his head wearily from Chi Chi's chest, but kept his eyes down. He stood up, the dead body gripped tightly and staggering slightly. The ground beneath him was stained red with her blood. His friends were watching him, ready to jump over to it. to help him, but it didn't seem necessary, his stance