diabolical grin spread over his features. Seconds later he rose from the ground, a weak AI forming.




"Mama, Mama, look!", The little one tugged and tugged at her mother's wide coat and immediately pointed, hopping, to a silver streak on the long sandy beach. Her mother lifted her head with difficulty and followed her daughter's arm. On her back she carried a bulging basket with something very similar to corn, around her neck she had a finely woven cloth wrapped in the interior of which her little son was slumbering. A small coastal village with no signs of danger or any other threat.The sea lapped softly in the surf and the whole village had been in an exuberant mood since it became known that the ruler had defeated the king of the planet Revokrad ... good news indeed! Siadra had been blackmailing the planet for months and now resistance was finally rising. For many, the death of Siadra was to be equated with the liberation of all worries.


The woman paused for a while and looked at the silver stripe and blinked, it ... seemed to be moving! With every second the glitter became clearer, a black dot formed at the front end and this too came closer at breathtaking speed. Suddenly he was standing in front of her, this strange man with the blond hair and the glittering blue eyes. He was taller than her, almost a head. He looked at her with a condescending arrogance that it almost pained her to look into his eyes. He grabbed her roughly by the collar and jerked her up so that she could look straight into his eyes and her feet were dangling in the air."Where is your ruler, woman?" He hissed. The woman got goosebumps, she stammered: "I ... you are here ... in Aromet ... a fishing village ... I don't know where he is ... a-but probably in his capital ... Aradeth ... "The strange man put on a demonic grin. "And where is this ... dump?" While he spoke he shook her a few times roughly back and forth. "It ... it", she stuttered, "is just like Aromet by the sea, you just have to follow the coast ... now let go of me!" It amazed her, but the man actually let go of her. He quickly opened his hand, it plopped roughly on her bottom. Suddenly he rose and floated a few meters above the ground. "Thank you, woman!" He shouted ... with an undertone that Lucifer couldn't have mastered better. "And ... have fun in the afterlife!" A bright white ball formed in the palm of his hand, which swelled quickly. For a split second, or so it seemed to the woman, it was quiet, dead still, no waves, no wind, no birds.Just that light emanating from the strange guy. Then, a splintering sound, screams, flames, death. The little one began to move, he cried.


This weeping was the last living loud that emanated from the fishing village of Aromet before the flames devoured it.


Satisfied, Vegeta continued his journey. On the way there were many small villages by the sea, very many in fact and none, not one was spared from the flames. (So ​​really, "Purgatory" would have been better than "Vegeta"!)




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A golden streak on the horizon heralded the new day, the morning breeze gently brushed the water. The seagulls screeched, the waves sang their voiceless song. The palace was quiet and lonely in the golden morning light. Niriria stretched drowsy in her bed, Torai did the same. 'Vegeta, where are you? 'Just the thought of her son put a smile on the queen's face.In a good mood she threw back the soft blanket, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, wanted to get up ... and froze in the middle of the movement. Something was there, watching her from some angle, mischievous, devious, deadly. Reflexively, she pulled Torai toward her and hugged him tightly. Suddenly it seemed to her as if the morning mist was eating its way through the walls of the palace, robbing her of her view and making her unsure. "Look, the queen ..."


Niriria winced, this voice, so high, so sweet, unsympathetic from the first breath. But what upset her even more ... she heard the voice, it seemed to come from all directions at the same time and echoed again in her head, but ... she did not see the speaker. It felt like she was talking to a ghost when she answered. “Where are you ... who are you?” A high chuckle was the answer. Niriria couldn't even say for sure whether it was a man or a woman.She scanned the room again with her eyes, pressed Torai to her. Her bedside cabinet, the half-open curtains, the wind that gently billowed her ... the oak portal leaning against it, the rays of the sun that danced in the dusty hallway ... And on top of that, silence, eerie silence. No servant hurried across the corridor, no high-pitched tones came from the throne room. Just this all-encompassing, overwhelming silence. Niriria felt like a diver, a helpless diver who is circled by 3m long sharks.


Suddenly the portal moved, swung back a little, and finally clicked into the lock. A small figure emerged from the shadows of the wall, its face was draped in black cloths, its arms crossed behind its back. "Queen Niriria ..." The woman gave a start, that voice, there it was again, cold and ... sneering? “Get up, Your Majesty, I'll accompany you to the throne room.” Niriria's mouth suddenly went dry, who, damn it, who was that?What did he want? She quickly threw on a dressing gown and left the warm bed with her son in her arms. She walked slowly through the cold corridors, barefoot. The tiles were uncomfortable under the soles. So cold, so unwelcoming. With every step, the queen became more aware of how strangely quiet the palace was. It seemed to her as if the meter-high walls echoed her every movement. It was too quiet, MUCH too quiet. Not even a cat mewed, not a bird warbled. The strange being followed her at a distance of a few meters, Niriria could almost physically feel how he ... she ... grinned behind his black veil.


At last, at last, the throne room came into view, the beautiful hall, her lounge. She entered it with bowed head and listened for a moment, the same eerie silence as in the corridor before. She looked up, trembling, knowing what to expect: an empty room that was completely strange to her. But ... A relieved sigh escaped her throat, the candles were burning and the whole staff was in their seats, smiling at her.Even her new pianist was sitting at the big black grand piano. Laughing and half crying, she ran to him and threw herself into his arms. Sobbing, she looked into his face, no expression that would have indicated any emotion. And now, after some patience, Niriria realized how ... how cold and rigid he was. For a moment she looked into his eyes, looked into those strangely empty eyes that looked somewhere, just not straight. "O ... Oinota?" Slowly the queen straightened up, a cold wind made the candles go out. One by one she studied her followers, one at a time. She saw the same expressionless expression on every face. Dazed, she stumbled back a few steps, dropped to her knees. Oinaota tipped off his stool with a strange thump, and only now, now she became aware of the small round hole in the back of his head, some blood stuck between his hair. "Dead? All ... dead?" She breathed the words more. When she spoke it.Torai made a whimpering sound. “Yes, Queen, a beautiful sight, isn't it?” The strange visitor suddenly stood at her side. A sob was the answer. "You agree with me? Oh, I love the desperation, the panic in your eyes! You know who you owe it all to, don't you?" The curiosity in this strange voice sounded just as strange as the unnatural silence. Trying not to look scared or discouraged, Niriria shook her head. The golden curls reflected the rising sun. "Well ...", the speaker began again, "there is a prince, his name is Vegeta. At the moment he is on my planet and terrorizing small fishing villages, or rather, he wipes them out completely. You can't do that leave unpunished ... "The calm with which the stranger spoke to her almost terrified the queen. “Sleep well, Queen Niriria. Sleep in Hell forever!” A devilish laugh filled the room for a moment, then there was nothing, nothing at all.



A bright flash lit the neighboring planets for a few seconds. A gigantic bang got even the last village idiot out of bed. All the tribes instinctively looked up into the sky, a blazing flash of lightning took their sight for seconds. Then ... nothing. A long-established part of the firmament had suddenly disappeared. A whole planet was suddenly missing. The name of the planet? Revokrad.




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It was cool when Vegeta reached his destination, the city of Aradeth. The sun had long since disappeared on the horizon, almost all windows of the skyscraper-like high-rise buildings were brightly lit. The city cats romped about on the deserted streets, with clattering tin lids, mewing noises and hissing fights, everyone in the area knew about their presence. Vegeta had thrown an old ragged coat on, the hood pulled down over his face, his hands buried in the deep pockets.With the flax-blonde hair, the strange eyes and the darker skin color, any Njasa would immediately notice him. 'Just a handful ... Pff, my hand only has ten fingers, does it look like only ten people live here? 'With bowed head he walked quickly down the streets, somehow he had to find the king's quarters.


Suddenly some amused screams, shouts and typical womanish chatter reached his ear. He raised his head in amazement. The one on his left was brightly lit, or rather, it was illuminated by various neon headlights. There were some neon letters above the entrance, but they looked so strange that Vegeta didn't even begin to understand what they might mean. Girls and women hung on the windows. It was from them that the strange noises