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"HEY, Hurry up !!! I BELIEVE I JUST FEELED WHAT !!!" I suddenly heard Vegeta's angry screams from outside and winced for a second. I was about to run out of the palace as fast as I could when the young god suddenly held my arm and gave me a piercing look.


"Please ... bring him back ... you ... you have to bring him back ..." His words were soft ... soft and full of pain. But I could not answer his request. I just couldn't because the fear ... the fear and the panic were just too big for me at that moment.


As if in a trance, I literally tore myself away from Dende and seconds later felt his pleading grip briefly over my wrist.All my thoughts, all my feelings panicked around Piccolo and my inner voice was far from good.


The way I hurriedly covered to get back out onto the platform seemed long, just too infinitely long. When I finally got back outside I noticed to my relief how Vegeta began to run the last few meters towards me, took me in one swing on his strong arms and in the next moment chased away with me. If the fear, hopelessness and despair hadn't been so painful, I would probably have found it very amusing to be flown around by Vegeta all day long. But there was certainly no time for that now. On the contrary.


"Did you actually feel his aura just now?" I asked after a few minutes of agonizing silence, looking up at the prince pleadingly. But it struck me immediately that he hadn't been able to look at me, let alone be able to give me an answer to my question or even want to give me an answer.

"Damn it! Now answer at last!" I snapped at him after another quietly passing minutes and had a tremendous effort to keep my feelings, my emotions under control as far as I could.


"I can't say for sure ... it was way too short for that and, above all, way too weak ..." Vegeta finally explained in a calm but at the same time depressed voice and suddenly looked at me concerned. "What is it? What are you looking at me like that?" I tried uncertainly to distract from my fear, my enormous fear and all of a sudden a multitude of waves full of emerging nervousness ran through me.


Admittedly, it somehow seemed strange to me when I noticed to my amazement that Vegeta was apparently in the process of targeting a certain target, but I explained his behavior to myself through Piccolo's more or less existing aura, which he probably had could feel.


We flew over fields and meadows, deserts and mountains and occasionally over one or the other sea.

"Is it still far?" I asked timidly after a long period of silence.


"No. It is over there. From there I think I felt his aura ..." answered the prince with bowed head and without even looking me in the eye. As much as I tried his eyes to find his gaze ... I didn't find him. No. Almost ashamed and guilty, he repeatedly turned away from me and professionally avoided my words. I felt exactly that something was bothering him, depressing him. Something that bothered him far more than anything he had confided in me.


Suddenly I thought I felt him slowly start to tremble. At first I dismissed it as violent gusts of wind that probably made my body shake, but soon afterwards I realized that this was not the case. I felt the trembling of his arms, his hands and, soon after, that of his entire body more and more clearly. Again and again he closed his eyes, screwed them up in agony, and opened them again.A bead of sweat chased the next over his forehead and temples and the Saiyajin's breathing became more and more heavier and more irregular. His otherwise thick black hair, which was given a slightly brownish sheen when the sunlight touched it and thus achieved a wonderful shine, suddenly looked dull and lifeless.


"Vegeta ..." That was all I could say at that moment and when he actually looked at me to my surprise, I discovered something in his gaze that worried me all the more. There was clearly an almost feverish glow in his tired, numb eyes ...


"Ve ... Vegeta ... what about you?"


I had worried my voice so much that it made him turn his head to the side in annoyance. I didn't understand. How could someone bring out such different traits? And that with Vegeta of all places! He, the powerful, proud Saiyan prince, also had another side ... His negative, cool, selfish behavior was by no means all he had to offer ... but his real self, his feelings, his dreams ... . All of this will probably remain hidden deep inside his tormented interior ... He will take it with him to the grave ... yes, he will.

"Shut up. We're here." he suddenly tore me out of my thoughts, which seemed to have been better for me too ...


Carefully and gently, he slowly lowered us to the ground and carefully set me down on the hard stone floor that was under our feet. But he still held my hand tightly in his. We stood there for seconds and suddenly he was able to look at me again. But he didn't just look at me like that. No. His gaze had something pleading, something pleading and for a brief moment I even thought I could find the naked fear there.


"We ... we have to find Piccolo ..." I said at this completely inappropriate place for him and looked at him formally, what my words could trigger in him.


"You're right ... sorry ... I ... I'm a fool."


"No, Vegeta. You are not. You certainly are not ... but listen to me ... Piccolo needs us now ... We have to help him ... He needs your help as much as he does right now my ... "I said calmly, although I was quite sure that my words would never get through to Vegeta.

With an effort I averted my gaze from him and began to take a closer look at the area in which we had landed. Only now did I notice that we were in the middle of a kind of desert, which was surrounded by threatening and gigantic rocks and several mountains. It was really hot here and when I slowly raised my head towards the sky, the high sun slammed mercilessly into my face, so that I was forced to screw up my eyes several times in order to be able to see reasonably again. If I had to describe in one word the sight that was presented to me, I would probably have resorted to "nothing". And God knows, there could be no question of exaggeration.


Everywhere you looked, scorching hot and dry sand and mighty rock elevations that almost gave you the feeling of being hopelessly lost.


"And that's where we should find Piccolo?Are you sure? "I asked the Saiyajin incredulously, and with the best will in the world couldn't imagine what fact Piccolo could bring to such a horrible place.


"Follow me ..." Vegeta asked coolly and turned away without even looking at me.


I did as I was told, but of course I was secretly wondering how it could be that Vegeta suddenly knew so well about Piccolo's whereabouts ...


"He's not going to be ... No ... I really don't trust him to do that ..." were my thoughts, but the next moment I strictly banished them from my head.


That it could have been the way I feared deep down inside, I didn't want to admit that ... just now, when I was about to understand Vegeta ...


Slowly and carefully we approached a sizeable pile of huge stones and boulders, which was about the height of two cars standing on top of each other.Vegeta stopped abruptly and released his arms, which had been crossed in front of his chest, to let them hang almost lifelessly from his body. Confused and more or less helpless, I looked at him, hoping he could finally explain to me where the hell Piccolo was.


"Where is he....?" I said after a while of silence, slowly and with tremendous reproach in my voice, although I still could not have or even wanted that Vegeta had something to do with the disappearance of the Namek. But the prince remained silent.


Instead, he broke away from my piercing, questioning looks and looked again at the large pile of rocks which had built up threateningly directly in front of our noses.


I ... I don't understand ... "I stammered, without having the slightest inkling of what the Saiyajin was trying to convey to me with his wordless signs and gestures.




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