Konichiwa! Well, I'm back to annoy you ... I'm sorry, but you have to go through this. Hm .... Somehow there is nothing to say at all, so I would just suggest: Part three from!






Part 3: The Saiyan Prince




It was as quiet as a mouse in the throne room. You could have heard a flea cough without a problem.


Vegeta looked his father in the eye. He hadn't changed at all. The same look, the same voice ... the same tone of voice. And yet it all seemed so ... unreal. As if he were about to wake up and be on earth. Vegeta preferred not to reply. That also seemed to slowly dawn on the king, because he lowered his arms and stepped closer to him.


"You haven't changed at all, apart from the fact that the last time I saw you you were only six years old, Prince ..." Vegeta stared straight ahead with his cold, sharp gaze his fathers."But it seems to me that you've been a little beside you in the last few years ..." Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He knew what the king was alluding to. He talked about his stay on earth.


"What do you think if you just tell me why you are doing such a monkey theater here, your Majesty," Vegeta replied sharply to his father. The king, who had started walking around Vegeta, now stopped and stepped back in front of the younger man. He looked him in the eye. "Can't you guess that?" He asked almost rhetorically. "I want the prince back. The prince of the Saiyajin." "And for that you not only have me but also a few earthlings with you ..." The king just smiled. "Maybe you can help me with my endeavor."




Trunks followed, like the others, his father and the Saiyajin, who was called Bardock and was Son-Goku's father. Since they had arrived in the late afternoon, as Trunks estimated, it was now getting dark and the king had only wanted to discuss more details with his son the next day ... with his son.

If Trunks had expected that his father would show at least a hint of joy or even happiness, he was seriously mistaken. He hadn't understood what his father and the king had been saying because they had spoken in the Saiyajin language, but his look and demeanor had spoken volumes. Vegeta seemed like his father, yes, it almost seemed like he didn't ... like him.


Despite this not exactly edifying situation, Trunks had to cast an admiring look in the direction of his father. When he spoke in his native language, he sounded even more proud and dignified. But also less approachable.




With a dark look, Vegeta followed Bardock, who had received the order to bring everyone to their quarters. As expected of him, the conversation with the king had been rather bland. But Vegeta had suspected that his father would not put his cards face up on the table. In fact, there had only been one point of interest in this brief conversation. Trunks.The king must have noticed that Trunks was Vegeta's son. Vegeta hadn't been surprised, the king had a very sharp mind. Vegeta and Trunks were really alike. He clearly remembered his words:


"Vegeta, one thing surprises me ... that young man there ..." He pointed to Trunks with these words "... is about 20 years old. But how can that be? He's your son and therefore you were around 20 when he was born. But according to my information, you were with Freezer at that time ... how do you explain that? "" Are you so sure that he is my son? "" Come on, Vegeta You can't fool me! "Vegeta had remained silent and just looked at his father unmoved. The king then dropped the matter. What else could he do? What did he care about any son of Vegeta who was also only a half-Saiyajin? Vegeta was sure that Trunks would be safer if the king didn't know where he was from ...

But the rest of his father's words worried him more. He wanted the prince back ... that meant that ...


Bardock had meanwhile reached his destination. He stopped in front of a large metal door, in front of which he turned. "Prince, the King wants you to move into your old premises.", He informed Vegeta. Vegeta gave him to understand with a nod that he had understood and turned to one of the corridors to the right of him, through the darkness of which he was hidden from view of the others.




"Where is Vegeta going now?" Asked Bulma, almost horrified. "Does he have to get your permission first to go to his room, woman?" Bardock snapped at her. He, too, seemed to speak the language of the earth. Trunks would have loved to know where from. Bulma stared at the Saiyan in horror. But then she turned red with anger. "What are you thinking of talking to me like that, you primate? !!!", she yelled at Goku's father.His face darkened with one blow. But Bulma was only moderately impressed by this fact, his expression not nearly as cold as Vegeta's features. She was about to take another breath when Trunks took her arm and silenced her with a warning shake of her head. Bardock took a step towards Bulma and raised his hand. Before he could do anything, Son-Goku had grabbed his wrist. "Stop it!" He said threateningly in an unusual way. Bardock gave him a contemptuous look, tore his hand away, and took another step back. "You better take care of your girlfriend if you don't want me to make her a head smaller ... Kakarott!" He hissed softly. He had uttered the last word like an insult to himself, as if it were the worst to have such a 'failed' son. "You live here.", He said curtly and pressed a button that opened the metal door. With that he turned and left.Son-Goku stared after him for a moment, but then followed his friends, who had already stepped into the corridor behind the door.


It was provided with a few windows that let in the last remaining light. Lights were on in this corridor, but Trunks couldn't see where it was coming from. Gohan opened one of the doors. Behind it was a room for one person. It was furnished with a table with a chair from which a strange plate protruded. She was about a foot tall. "Aha, a computer ...", Bulma stated with an expert eye. She pressed a green button. The computer turned on with a beeping sound. Immediately in front of Bulma a ... yes - Trunks couldn't find another word for it - virtual keyboard and the computer, which had apparently already booted completely, asked something in the foreign language of the Saiyajin. "Needs a password ...", Bulma muttered. "Oh, Bulma! Stop taking this piece apart!It doesn't matter at all! You can't read it anyway! "Krelin rolled his eyes in exasperation." You're right ... ", said Bulma and with one last, wistful look - this computer had to be a big challenge for the scientist in Bulma - she switched it off on the device.


Trunks could also find a bed and a closet in the room - there was nothing more. Just what you needed to live. Trunks noticed again and again that the Saiyajins did not place any value on pomp ... and that the room was only intended for one person, inevitably led to the conclusion that they were always alone ... lone fighters ... ..


There was another door in the room, which would certainly lead to something like a bathroom. Through the window you could see the inner courtyard - no matter what it was for - of the palace.


"Where do so many Saiyajins speak our language from?", Trunks finally asked the question that he had been wondering about the whole time."Vegeta once told me that they have information chips in their scouters that tell them everything about a planet and its inhabitants ... including their language ..." replied Bulma. "I think we have more important worries!" Piccolo interrupted. "Did you forget? The tournament is in six days ... I hope Vegeta knows what he's doing ..." An embarrassed silence filled the room. Of course, no one had forgotten this fact. But Piccolo had the talent to get everything right to the point. "Trust him a little ..." Everyone looked at Trunks. He smiled back confidently. "He promised to fix it and he will."




The door closed behind him. Vegeta stepped into the room he was so familiar with despite the years he had been gone. There was a large desk in the room with a computer on it. From here, as prince, he had access to all the systems of the entire Saiyajin information network that he wanted.Detailed plans of the universe, analyzes of peoples ... on the concentrated and not exactly a little knowledge of an entire people, the Saiyajins.


In addition to a closet, there was a large bed at the end of the room, over which there was a blood-red canopy (small note: really only over the bed, not on the sides ... shouldn't be a four-poster bed * g *). Behind the bed on the wall was a huge enlargement of the intricate coat of arms of his family - a clear sign that this was the room of a member of the royal family.


Vegeta let herself fall on the bed, crossed her arms behind her neck and considered. Vegeta-be ... he was back. On his home planet! A faint, cold smile crossed his lips. He would take the chance that presented itself to him. He would certainly not return to Earth. What did he care about the earth ...




Sequel follows....



So that's it. The part got a little shorter, but this was a good place to stop ...


As always, I would appreciate your opinion.


Mizu