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Preface:


Note 1: This FF takes place before the Cell Saga. It's just that Vegeta lives with Bulma, but they're not a couple yet.


Note 2: In this FF (will I say that more often?) I quote Don Black and Charles Hart in a modified form, because I do not intend to write a FF in English. (Wouldn't be a bad idea * g *)


3. Note: In this FF, the characters are not as illogical as in the FF "Amore, Amore", but minor deviations are intended anyway.


Note 4: I dedicate this FF to Nath and Matt. Love you! *kiss*




And now: have fun!


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Chapter 1 visit from beyond




It was dark. Quite dark, actually. No wonder, after all, it was 11 o'clock in the evening. Vegeta was sitting alone on a high cliff that jutted far into the sea.It was a stormy night and when the wind was blowing particularly hard Vegeta could feel the spray on his face. But he did not take much of the breathtaking natural spectacle, because he was deep in thought.


What was he thinking? Not hard to guess, is it?


He thought of Bulma.


He had always hesitated to come to terms with himself on this matter, but when he noticed that his training was beginning to suffer, he reconsidered and flew unmolested from the house of the letters to somewhere in a deserted place to be able to think in peace.


"I know what's wrong with me. I'm not completely stupid. Whenever I see her, I feel strange, I get unfocused, a little nervous. Nervous! Me, the great Saiyjain prince and nervous! That sounds really ridiculous! But - it's true. It irritates me in its own way. Not like in a fight when I've misjudged an opponent. It confuses me, but not so that I am afraid.Whenever I look at her, I have this feeling. I'm ver ... lost ... in love. It is not true that Saiyans cannot develop feelings. But actually they are suppressed because they can weaken. Only a few become stronger. Many become weak. It depends ... But my father always taught me to suppress emotions. "They distract from the fight," he always said. I believed him. He was always proud of me when I stood firm, when some girls tried to bewitch me. Me! It was never difficult for me anyway, because I knew that they were only interested in the throne. My father told me that he and my mother were equal. But he always taught me to look down on people who show feelings. In principle, I also treated Kakarott. Anyway, I always acted on what my father told me. He would be disappointed if I indulged my feelings.Yes, it would be. But Bulma is special. How she looks at me. I get so weird when she does this. I am as sure as a rational Saiyan can be sure that she has fallen in love with me too. She often watches me train. She says she just wants to develop machines that can help me correct any mistakes. But I found a drawing of her. She draws and constructs massively. She has a whole closet full of plans and drawings. There must be thousands. Fortunately, she doesn't know that at the time of her breakup with Yamcha I saw her tear up at least 30 pictures of Yamcha. All wonderfully accurate and similar. On the drawing I found, however, there was no Yamcha on it. She painted me. Me like I'm firing a ball of energy. And around the picture she painted a lot of little hearts. If that doesn't mean anything! I always try to avoid her because otherwise I could get weak at some point.But- I don't want to get weak!


I want to stay true to my father's advice! I want this feeling to leave me !!! "


Vegeta had screamed the last few sentences out loud and for a second the storm got even worse.


Suddenly, all of a sudden, the storm stopped. Without any warning. From one second to the next. Vegeta had noticed that too, of course. But not only that. He felt the auras of different people. 10 or more people. Some looked familiar to him, others were strangers to him. But they all felt strange. Not like ordinary auras. And then Vegeta heard a sound. It sounded improbably unearthly. Scary! Then a new tone, the old one remained. There were more and more notes and finally there was a dissonant, sad, floating chord that was heard. It might last a second, then it grew quieter and faded away.


As the sound faded, slowly and gradually several figures became visible.At first only shadowy and transparent, then with more solid contours and clear.


Vegeta's heart stopped when he recognized who was floating in front of him over the calm sea.


Of course he recognized her! It was the maids from his time on the planet Vegeta! But they were long dead! What were they looking for here on earth?


Vegeta had to swallow. They all looked very alike. The shape of the Saiyin women had changed a little. She was wearing all her official suits, but they were no longer gray throughout, like on Vegeta, but a clear white. A halo hovered over her loose, short hair.


"I knew it!", Vegeta thought, "You are dead. What were they doing here?"


He was torn from his thoughts when one of them stepped forward and said his name in an unearthly voice: Vegeta!


But the way she said it worried Vegeta very much. It was more of a drawn out tone that she uttered.She didn't seem to be able to speak "normally" at all, but to have to express everything in a strange singsong.


Everyone opened their mouths at the same time and everyone sang, and it reminded Vegeta very much of a church chant he had once heard on a sightseeing flight. “We came to help you!” Every syllable seemed to resonate which made the whole thing even more eerie. Break. Vegeta's heart pounded. He had a strange feeling in his stomach. "Who should help me? What do I need help for? Me, the great Saiyan prince? Why don't these women disappear into the afterlife?"


Again they all sang at the same time and the wind played with their loose hair.


"The Lord of the Underworld has sent us! He knows your situation and has initiated us. We want to give you advice and help you to decide. We ..."


But Vegeta didn't let her finish: "What's that supposed to mean? How does the underworld know what I'm thinking?"

Politely everyone answered in chorus: "The Lord of the Underworld knows everything. He knows your soul as he knows ours. But somehow he keeps an eye on you and sends us to help you. With Bulma!"


Vegeta froze. "Could it be? Could it really be that the lord of the underworld had so much power? Yes, I trust him, but what does it matter to him? Between me and Bulma there is nothing, was nothing, and should never be anything be!!!"


"I'm sorry, but you won't have anything to oppose your feelings. What has to happen has to happen. And when it's time we will go. But first we will fulfill our mission."


The notes lingered for a while, but when they fell silent, Vegeta started again: "You have no idea! I don't want to have anything to do with this earth woman !!! She is not worthy of me and I will not disappoint my father! "


They just smiled mysteriously, then sang: "The feeling has long been there, and you know it too!You won't be able to do anything, not at all, about it! "


"NO !!!! I don't think so! I won't let this feeling get out of hand!", Vegeta yelled and the tops of at least 4 mountains broke off under this scream.


The former servants only smiled one last mysterious smile, then they started again and sang, gradually becoming more transparent:


"Love will never let you be like you were before!"


They became more transparent, and more transparent, and when the last note had faded away, nothing of them could be seen.


"Finally!", Vegeta thought, "Finally I'm rid of this ghost choir! No way, I already have this feeling in me. And if I do! I'm strong enough to control it!"


He stared out at the sea and realized what was the most important factor.


"It's not just about dad. If I can't control this feeling, I'll hurt a lot.Including myself. I can't let her mean anything to me. You MUST not mean anything to me! It would be my downfall! I can hardly concentrate now. And that's when I need the training so much. No, I will try everything to be master of this feeling. Because if I can't do that, it will eventually cost my life. I have two goals: to defeat Kakarott and to master this feeling. And I will do it! I promise you, father: I WILL CREATE IT !!!! "


Vegeta's fighting strength increased again considerably and a new hilltop broke off.


With a determined expression on her face, Vegeta flew towards C.C. and after a short time became one with the blackness of the night.




Chapter 1 successfully passed! Will you hold out longer? Prove your stamina and the resilience of your nerves in Chapter 2! *G*




Oceangirl


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