A / N: Oh ... what would my chapters be without cliff hangers * Hehehehe *


@Estragon: I have already explained that I am not tight because I lick ice cream and I am also glad that I am NOT CariCaro (if I were, I would know what would happen next in my stories, but then I could I'm not looking forward to * finally * reading it anymore) ... I'm still waiting for the next chapters of your stories * crunch *


@Majin_Vegeta_SSJ: * sniff * Sure, I understand your decision and * sniff * I will also have to accept it * sniff * ... you have already commented sooo often and without you * sniff * the letter would not have been the same. But okay * sniff * I see it ... * bursts into tears *


@Long: Okay, I won't suck Gogeta's energy all the way * hehehe *


* Gogeta holds up panda sign ^^ PLEASE HELP ME !! ^^ * Oh, just ignore him -_-! After all, my ingenious (but helpless * hehehe *) muse finally brings you chapter 19 with her casual look.

Otherwise it would have to be said about this chapter that "Velvet" by A-Ha is playing in the background and this song then affected the content in places. Maybe you recognize the spot ...






The Fate of a Saja-Jin - Sept.


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The only one who didn't notice anything about this was the key figure, Prince Vegeta himself. He wasn't a sociable Saja-Jin and one more stupid comment from those stupid Bakas out there and Vegeta knew he was going to blow up the party - literally.


Here in the GR, he had his peace and quiet and was able to think with a gloomy face about how he knew these lettering from.


Now he had been sitting here for some time and had tried to fight against the art of repression. The writing came from his home planet, that was certain. But that wasn't the crux of the matter either, it was more the way the parts of the word were connected.Vegeta was familiar with these letters but he had the feeling that he might not even want to remember them. He crossed his arms and sat on the floor, training always helped him to clear his head and to keep it clear, but today it only made him crazier. He felt totally annoyed and that caused him to get lost even deeper in his thoughts. Although he was sitting very still, his mind was working at full speed, occasionally his eyebrows contracted or some tension lost so that it appeared he had found a solution.




The next morning Trunks was still petrified in the bed that Paw had put him in. He didn't have a single dream and slowly but surely his sleep became easier. As soon as he realized he was back to his senses, however, he didn't open his eyes ... old habit. His first impulse was that he wasn't in his own bed. His hand carefully felt the surrounding area and finally came across something that was also in this bed - and was sleeping ... something?No. Someone ... someone? He asked himself and his relaxed expression turned into a tense expression. He looked back over the last day in his mind's eye. The last thing he could remember was that he was back home and that he suddenly felt so slain. But who was there next to him now? To be on the safe side, he slipped to the side once, but something was constantly holding on to his leg. 'Enough,' he thought and opened his eyes timidly. The first thing he saw was the short, black hair, sweat ran from his forehead 'Dende don't make it Son Goten' (* lol *) But after the other person slowly turned around and unconsciously took Trunks more or less into fog he breathed a sigh of relief: It was just Paw.


When he tried to get up he had forgotten the rod and almost fell out of bed 'GYAAH !!' a scream escaped him trying not to lose his balance.Unfortunately, he woke the girl who then hit her rod with a tremendous swing on the other side and almost really brought the poor Trunks down.


With a hearty yawn, she lolled on the mattress before opening her eyes and staring into two surprised and questioning eyes. After the two sat opposite each other in silence for a few seconds, Paw's gaze wandered down on him, to his leg, her tail back to his leg, up on him and back to his questioning face. Both asked each other exactly the same, 'How now? 'In the end the iron grip on his leg loosened and Trunks jumped out of bed with his eyes still glued to her, nobody really knew what to say because the situation was a bit embarrassing.


Just at the thought of his father bursting into the room, Trunks turned bright red and scratched his head, embarrassed. "Best ... we keep this to ourselves.How did you get here in the first place? "


"I ..." she wanted to blurt out but then paused and her brows drew together "- I have no idea." Of course she already knew why she was back here and no longer in the forest, but she couldn't tell Trunks that much his uncle was here plotting bloody vengeance.


"You - what?" Trunks asked because Trunks had noticed very well that she didn't want to finish her sentence. With the best will in the world, he couldn't even explain what had happened to him yesterday and then this strange incident? His confused gaze became fixed again and a little more penetrating. If Paw knew anything, he would talk to her about it now and immediately.


She also realized that she could only get one very clever trick out of this room - that or a moderate earthquake. But when she saw him sitting in front of her, she couldn't bring herself to tie a bear up for him. She liked Trunks so much, he didn't look exactly like a Saja-Jin, but she liked him anyway.

"Well ..." she started and played nervously with her fingertips "... tell me, Trunks ..." she sounded pretty insecure and this tone gave Trunks a queasy feeling in the stomach area that he didn't know if it was was good or bad.






Vegeta meanwhile fell asleep in the GR. Little by little he had lost the thread and never found it again, after all he had given up brooding for the moment and fell asleep in the blink of an eye. This time he had another dream that took him back into the past, into a long forgotten time on a planet that had not existed for a long, too long time. Vegeta's dream began at the point that had rudely ripped his brother out of sleep the day before ...




"HE IS WHERE?" repeated the king angrily and threw back his cloak so that the fabric flew wildly backwards. He had just been told that his firstborn son was staying with his mother - after he had expressly ordered that no one except the doctors were allowed to see her.

"B-but he went to her on his own," the servant explained and took a few steps back. That put the king in a destructive mood, he clenched his fist and just wanted to fire the whimpering Saja-Jin out the door, instead he thought about it and asked for his second son: Vegeta. "Bring him here and woe betide me waiting here longer than necessary !!" with these words he took a step towards the servant and gave him a look that nipped any contradiction in the bud. Before the king could blink, the other Saja-Jin had already left ... On the way to Prince Vegeta, he ran over a small group of Saja-Jins, immediately got up again and ran on without apologizing .


"BAKA!" someone called after him angrily. Annoyed, he formed a ki-ball when suddenly his stomach cried loudly for food. The Saja-Jin turned bright red, grinned fusedly and scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.The others rolled their eyes. "Bardock, I sincerely hope that Raditz will come more after his mother," joked Celipa, grinning back at an angle.


Shortly afterwards, little Saja-Jin arrived in the throne room and had been facing his father again for a long time. At this point he had hated his father profoundly, just because he was not the firstborn, so many rights were withheld from him. His brother was always preferred and the younger one was neglected. Instead, a kind of associate had been sent to him, 'Nappa', Vegeta thought mockingly, 'What a baka!'


Why had the old man summoned him now of all times? So far the only thing he seemed good enough for was training. Every day, every hour. But Vegeta never complained, he quickly found pleasure in it and maybe one day it would benefit him? Yes. At some point he knew he would become the strongest Saja-Jin and then he, Vegeta, would be the next king.

Without even suspecting his son's steadfast gaze, King Vegeta marched off. The prince lingered - he would not run after his father like a useless servant. Only after the distance between the two noblemen had reached a healthy distance did the younger huff once and then also start moving.


What he didn't see was the glitter in his father's eyes. Even if he did not give his younger son the "attention" he did with Vegato, he was always well informed about the progress of his fighting ability. Up until now the difference between the two sons was still considerable, but Vegeta had made progress. The unscrupulousness he was already showing surprised even his father at times. No doubt this second son looked much more like him than the first did. They had the same eyes and when they stood in front of a defeated opponent and took the final blow, their eyes showed the same message: satisfaction.

It wasn't the Saja-Jin's fault that they were superior to everyone else. With every life they took, they did nothing wrong, just followed one simple rule: eat or be eaten. To win or to be defeated, there was no draw in the course of things. Decisions had to be made and fates sealed. In the fight there was no retreat, no surrender and the opponent was only defeated when there was not more than a pile of dust and ashes left.




Vegeta started up with a shock. He could still see everything exactly in front of him: The palace, Vegeta-sei ... how long had he not got these pictures clearly in his mind and now that he could, it