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Fanfic: Im Zeichen des Mondes (Teil 2)
looked towards his son. He was now around 35 (assuming Vegeta was actually 30 when he first came to earth, as they say), but he was perfectly recognizable. The look was the same. Well, almost.
They faced each other and just looked at each other indifferently, it seemed.
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Vegeta dodged his father's blows skillfully. Even when he was only three, he was already stronger than many of his people and was therefore able to keep up well with the king. But he lacked experience and so his counterpart hit him hard in the stomach. Vegeta gasped and staggered back. But his opponent gave him no time to breathe again and to get into a safe position. He kept beating him, and each of his blows hit its target.
With a scream, Vegeta crashed hard against the wall, bounced off her and lay on his back groaning. He still felt the ball of energy approaching, but had no strength left to straighten up and escape it. The last thing he felt after the excruciating pain he felt when the glistening ball of energy hit him, was how blood slowly oozed from numerous wounds in his body.
The king looked disapprovingly at this sudden end to their struggle on his bleeding son. He was furious that Vegeta wasn't already better. A Saiyajin stepped forward behind him, trying to put Vegeta in a meditank. But with a wave of his hand he held him back. "But your Majesty ... if we don't treat him he'll die! You can't survive injuries like that!" The Saiyajin began to protest. "If he doesn't survive, then he's rightly dead!" King Vegeta railed. The other did as he was told and withdrew from Vegeta. "You should be careful. You are too hard on him! You raise him much more strictly and tougher than a normal elite warrior. You teach him not to feel anything other than hate or anger ... if you are not careful, starts he hates you .... and he will no longer obey you. "Bardock had stepped out of the shadows and next to the king. "Bardock, we've known each other for ages. You know that you have a high level of criticism from me, but don't overdo it!"the king warned him, growling." He should hate ... me too, if he has to, he will obey me anyway. With Vegeta's powers I can achieve anything I want. I will make him the perfect Saiyan, cruel and merciless. And I swear to you, bardock ... before Vegeta develops any feelings, hell freezes, I'll make sure of that! "
Splash!
Vegeta woke up. His eyelids rose heavily. At first he couldn't see any sharp contours, but it slowly got better. He felt tired and bruised. Slowly he realized his surroundings were.
Splash!
It was lying on a smooth metal floor. Metal floor? What was he doing on a metal floor?
Splash!
He was still staring at the ceiling, a little dazed and with empty eyes.
Splash!
This annoying noise, which cut the almost eerie silence, really pissed Vegeta! Vegeta turned his head to one side with what seemed to be an effort.He ran his gaze over his shoulder, down his arm, and down his hand.
Splash!
Testing he moved his fingers a little to get some feeling in them again. What kind of strange red surface was he lying on? Wasn't it lying on a metal floor?
Splash!
And why was his arm and all his clothes so red almost everywhere?
Splash!
He was still foggy. But finally everything wanted to take on sharp outlines.
Splash!
And then suddenly he realized where he was lying there. He was lying in a pool of blood that was so big that it took up his whole body.
Splash!
It was his blood. The annoying sound came from his blood dripping from his hip onto the floor.
Splash!
The memory returned and Vegeta gritted his teeth angrily. He had acted like a beginner! He had let himself be defeated! How he hated it!
"This won't happen to me again!He swore to himself. Staggering he got up. Immediately everything around him threatened to go black again, but Vegeta fought against it. Dragging himself more than walking he left the training room. While he disappeared into the darkness of the corridors, he left traces ... traces of blood.
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The king broke out of his stupor and smiled coldly. “Vegeta!” It was almost a whisper. Then he spoke loudly and almost solemnly, spreading his arms wide. "Welcome back to Vegeta-sei!"
To be continued ...
Well, that's it again! I hope you enjoyed the part and that you still do yourselves reading the other parts. See you next time
Mizu
They faced each other and just looked at each other indifferently, it seemed.
************************************************** *******
Vegeta dodged his father's blows skillfully. Even when he was only three, he was already stronger than many of his people and was therefore able to keep up well with the king. But he lacked experience and so his counterpart hit him hard in the stomach. Vegeta gasped and staggered back. But his opponent gave him no time to breathe again and to get into a safe position. He kept beating him, and each of his blows hit its target.
With a scream, Vegeta crashed hard against the wall, bounced off her and lay on his back groaning. He still felt the ball of energy approaching, but had no strength left to straighten up and escape it. The last thing he felt after the excruciating pain he felt when the glistening ball of energy hit him, was how blood slowly oozed from numerous wounds in his body.
The king looked disapprovingly at this sudden end to their struggle on his bleeding son. He was furious that Vegeta wasn't already better. A Saiyajin stepped forward behind him, trying to put Vegeta in a meditank. But with a wave of his hand he held him back. "But your Majesty ... if we don't treat him he'll die! You can't survive injuries like that!" The Saiyajin began to protest. "If he doesn't survive, then he's rightly dead!" King Vegeta railed. The other did as he was told and withdrew from Vegeta. "You should be careful. You are too hard on him! You raise him much more strictly and tougher than a normal elite warrior. You teach him not to feel anything other than hate or anger ... if you are not careful, starts he hates you .... and he will no longer obey you. "Bardock had stepped out of the shadows and next to the king. "Bardock, we've known each other for ages. You know that you have a high level of criticism from me, but don't overdo it!"the king warned him, growling." He should hate ... me too, if he has to, he will obey me anyway. With Vegeta's powers I can achieve anything I want. I will make him the perfect Saiyan, cruel and merciless. And I swear to you, bardock ... before Vegeta develops any feelings, hell freezes, I'll make sure of that! "
Splash!
Vegeta woke up. His eyelids rose heavily. At first he couldn't see any sharp contours, but it slowly got better. He felt tired and bruised. Slowly he realized his surroundings were.
Splash!
It was lying on a smooth metal floor. Metal floor? What was he doing on a metal floor?
Splash!
He was still staring at the ceiling, a little dazed and with empty eyes.
Splash!
This annoying noise, which cut the almost eerie silence, really pissed Vegeta! Vegeta turned his head to one side with what seemed to be an effort.He ran his gaze over his shoulder, down his arm, and down his hand.
Splash!
Testing he moved his fingers a little to get some feeling in them again. What kind of strange red surface was he lying on? Wasn't it lying on a metal floor?
Splash!
And why was his arm and all his clothes so red almost everywhere?
Splash!
He was still foggy. But finally everything wanted to take on sharp outlines.
Splash!
And then suddenly he realized where he was lying there. He was lying in a pool of blood that was so big that it took up his whole body.
Splash!
It was his blood. The annoying sound came from his blood dripping from his hip onto the floor.
Splash!
The memory returned and Vegeta gritted his teeth angrily. He had acted like a beginner! He had let himself be defeated! How he hated it!
"This won't happen to me again!He swore to himself. Staggering he got up. Immediately everything around him threatened to go black again, but Vegeta fought against it. Dragging himself more than walking he left the training room. While he disappeared into the darkness of the corridors, he left traces ... traces of blood.
************************************************** ***********
The king broke out of his stupor and smiled coldly. “Vegeta!” It was almost a whisper. Then he spoke loudly and almost solemnly, spreading his arms wide. "Welcome back to Vegeta-sei!"
To be continued ...
Well, that's it again! I hope you enjoyed the part and that you still do yourselves reading the other parts. See you next time
Mizu