"I WILL NOT!" "VEGETA! I don't like to repeat myself. It's a done deal and if you refuse, my guards will have to guard you!" "But. .. "" Don't argue Vegeta, I recommend myself! "And so his father stepped into the dining room. Vegeta reached out and wanted to kick the door, but then King Vegeta's head reappeared and Vegeta was able to bring his foot to a stop just in time before he would have hit his father."Oh, by the way! Tomorrow you are going to the planet Timanti with Raditz and Nappa to subjugate it, understand? And I don't want any moaning!" King Vegeta's head disappeared from the crack in the door and left the anger sparkling Vegeta. Angry, he strutted out of the palace into the back yard, where his private training area was. And there he saw Mela sitting with tears in her eyes. "Mela, what are you doing here?" Vegeta asked in surprise. Mela startled and turned to Vegeta. "Oh, it's you Vegeta." Vegeta walked up to her and looked at her. Her tear-flooded face looked sadly at the ground. A second time Vegeta asked her: "Why are you crying?" "Because of the fight against Freezer. My father has forbidden me to fight. But I want to help!" "Welcome to the club!" Dejected Vegeta sat down next to Mela. She looked at him with wide eyes. "How, welcome to the club? Does that mean your father forbade you too?" Vegeta nodded slightly.

So they both sat angry for a while, pondering. Vegeta thought frantically how he could make it that he could fight Freezer after all. But he could twist and turn the whole story as he wanted. He found no glimmer of hope. If his father was serious and really had his room guarded by his guards, he had no chance of escaping. So what to do Just take it? No, he couldn't! He was a prince and wouldn't let himself get down. And there he got up and held out his hand to Mela. She looked up at him in surprise. "Come on, let's train. I feel like fighting now!" Mela nodded and took his hand. Both entered the square with drooping heads and took up fighting positions. But Vegeta couldn't concentrate properly. Mela shot at him and hit him in the face, Vegeta fell backwards. But he got up again immediately and pulled Mela by the hair.“Hey, that's unfair!” But Vegeta wasn't listening to her at all. He let go of her hair after a while and gave her a head-butting so that she stumbled backwards.


And so they trained all day until late at night. Vegeta didn't know how long they had been training now, he had stopped counting at seven hours. He felt sick because Mela had punched him in the stomach so often and everything blurred before his eyes. "Let's stop for today, Mela! I have to come up with something about tomorrow!" "Vegeta, forget it. You can't go with that! You can't get past the guards." But Vegeta ignored her. With a musty "good night!" he hobbled from the battlefield and stepped onto the stairs that led to his room. What could he do? It seemed hopeless. For better or worse he had to go to the planet with Raditz and Nappa tomorrow and subjugate him, there was no way out. As far as Mela told him, she had to go to a planet too, but alone.It was a small, but at least a consolation, that he was not entirely alone with his fate. Tired and exhausted, he entered his dark room, collapsed on his bed and soon fell asleep.




End of chapter 7