A / N: Well, Chapter 20. Who would have thought?


I'm pissed off for various reasons today * grrrrr * but who cares?




Majin_Vegeta_SSJ: Thank you! I really give you credit for wanting to keep commenting. Tarragon is kind of on vacation or something ... and missed her chance * hehe * and if I'm not completely wrong, we're back in private again. Then I can shamelessly use the space to write to you! HAH! I also heard about Tarantino ... that's "Kill Bill" with Uma Thurman and she should somehow kill her husband or something? I'm already very edgy. Because of the flick he's been watching some KungFu flicks the whole time - I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this movie. The cinema needs a blast again !! Oh yeah, have you ever seen "Ghost Dog"? It ran the other day and I thought it was pretty cool. But in any case ... but maybe you are still interested in the chapter here ...



Oh yes, if someone else is haunted here: You children, go there and read Majin_Vegeta_SSJ's story and comment, because I have the feeling that he might write faster if more people urge him * Am I nice or something *


The whole thing goes for tarragon in green !!






The Fate of a Saja-Jin


Evil_N




"... I'm not who you think I am." There! She had said it, embarrassed and yet somehow relieved, she exhaled and looked a little concerned at the floor. Did it only seem so long until he said something again or was her sense of time gone now? She just decided to keep talking "Well, my name is not Paw - that only came from the sign" she pointed to the place of the paw mark she had been wearing for so long "In reality, my name is Papurika and these bounty hunters ... they wanted me neither - she ... we ... I- "she paused as her gaze slid out of the window.She couldn't tell the truth, she wasn't here to settle down. She was here with the other prince. She couldn't give him away ... "Trunks-I ... Trunks?" He was fucking silent. Didn't he want to say anything about it? “Trunks?” Slowly she looked up to where Trunks was lying with a satisfied expression on his face and ... sleeping? The temptation was to over-cook him one thing, but maybe it was better that way. "Baka!" Papurika mumbled sleepily against his strong shoulder "Anyway, my name is Papurika" with this sentence she actually wanted to sink back into the land of dreams.






Vegato reached into the pocket that was lying carelessly on the floor next to him, he seemed to be looking for something. After a few moments he found what he was looking for, closed his fingers around the small item and pulled it out into the daylight: a small box, no bigger than the palm of his hand, it was made simple, just brown with no frills or similar decorations, but it would maybe pull his neck out of the noose.He had received it some time ago, from an old friend, "I don't doubt your convictions ... you'll make it" the old man had said. Then he had entrusted his little daughter to Vegato and went back into the house with his wife. It was the only farewell that made Vegato feel a little sad.


Everything had been very different with his own family, although this proud era had come to an end, something like that little blemish, the splinter in the eye that wouldn't let him rest before he removed it. This last step would certainly be painful, maybe even great, unbearable pain, but it hadn't come all the way to fear a little pain. Today the wait would finally pay off.


Why was he doing this? Why after all these years he still couldn't forget what was then? He wasn't aware of it himself, maybe it was the blood in his veins?Or maybe it was the scream in his soul that never stopped, that hurt him again and again - the crying voice of his mother? He wasn't sure. Hatred and anger had blinded the clear arguments and all that was left of Vegato was this vengeful, black-haired Saja-Jin who finally wanted to put an end to all of this.


Vegato was on his back, knees bent and hands clasped behind his head. His foot bobbed casually to an unfamiliar tune.


His rod lay casually next to him and bobbed with it from time to time. He had familiarized himself with the surroundings and he felt almost unbeatable.


Vegeta's weak point was his pride and it had always been, attacking him would be easy for Vegato and after the pride he would break himself - "Oh yes. The wait would be worth it."


Incidentally, his gaze wandered from the sky to the side where there were various leftovers.Hunting was almost too easy here ...






Bulma was clearing the table when she remembered something "Oh Vegeta ..." "Hmm" he grumbled as he was about to leave, "You could put the albums that you almost pulverized, you could put them back in order"


"WHAT? What should I do with this stupid picture? You need me with it often enough," he said sullenly and really wanted to leave when Bulma stopped in the middle of the room and stopped.


"You mean you weren't at all?"


"Do I look like that?"


"..."


"No comment, woman!"


"All right"


"But could you maybe check on Trunks? I'm starting to get worried about him. In the end, he's sick or something like that."


"You will make him a mother's boy if it goes on like this. Nobody ran after me at his age" that was only half the story ... After all, Vegeta had nappa. Nappa may not have been intelligent or easy to use, but he was present.



On his way to Trunks his gaze fell on the no longer existing door "Nani?" Vegeta entered the room - or rather what was left of it. He stared with big eyes at the laundry, the furniture, the flared curtain and ... the photos ?? 'She was right after all,' he stated and blinked twice. He wasn't - after all, he had spent the last night in the rather uncomfortable GR and falling asleep on the floor wasn't really comfortable in retrospect. Everything had been very different then when his life had not been so comfortable. Hah! Back then he never thought about something like a bed - when he wandered the galaxies with Nappa there was more important than comfort. Would he still think the same way today if he didn't have all of this at once?


Unconsciously he pushed a few pictures back into the confused order on the floor with one foot as his brows drew together again. "Nonsense!Of course it works. After all, I'm not a fragile doll! "It should be a matter of course, but was it really so? Hadn't he lost much of his wildness, his independence in all these years? If everything stayed so peaceful, he would then not lose more and more of what made him special, his fighting spirit and his pride?


Anyone who eats pigeons every day will eventually lose the chase! Sad but true, Vegeta had to admit to himself that his only goal: to hit Kakarott might have lost some of its importance (but only a little bit). Would they end up making perfect peace? He, Vegeta would still see in the end that Kakarott was stronger? Every day history would change for him and everything that would happen from then on would be unique ... would be new and incredible. A Saja-Jin who gives up the fight ... Vegeta shrugged off the thought "think less - fight more!" he admonished himself."SO-" suddenly his gaze was fixed on the floor of the room. The disorder had a certain system in it again ... the pictures. Same as in the field ... his eyes widened.


Apparently the prince had finally discovered the message intended for him. His left brow twitched a little and his eyes got that old twinkle again that signaled "I'm in a bad mood and if I want to break you in half, I'll do that too" The old tingling rose in his body again, and when he did the fist clenched, it glowed slightly.


He still did not know the background to this strange message. Still, his fingers itched - maybe today he finally got the opportunity to make a name for himself as ... he was supposed to be. His pride crept up again and his mouth watered ... after all this time another real fight


"Great! Knock ahead!" he was happy.Without a doubt, his ego was still as big as ever and it was precisely this attitude that made him a bit reckless. Who had a chance against him?


His typical grin graced his face as he read the words aloud that formed the objects in front of him: "Ready to die" Vegeta pronounced the characters aloud - together with the first part that would result in "...". Someone actually wanted to point out to him here - but not with him! Not with Vegeta !! Now the only thing left to do was find his opponent. The fool only had to release a little bit of energy and that would be enough.


Like a little kid who finally wants to play, Vegeta ran to the window and jumped out. "I'll be back soon," he grinned and looked at his clenched fists - yes, he hadn't had anything to do for a long time, that had to change now. His gaze aimed precisely at the woods, there he would certainly find something.





Sequel follows....