Haaaalloooooo!


Since you all didn't react to my announcement, I just assume that you agreed, right?


Hardly anyone wrote a review for part 10 anyway ... Did you let my introduction put you off? I hope not because dad asked me to read your fic after all, right dad? Maybe I shouldn't have put it in the introduction, gomen.


Anyway, here is the revised 8th part and I hope that I get more feedback, please, please, please !!!!!


With the help of a friend, I have a great background story that will soon be brought back to the foreground, or rather, she got me on it and I do it because it goes well with the drama ...


Thank you Ravana !!!


So look forward to it, it will be very exciting !! I'm serious!


I'll make a line from where I started to rewrite ...







He began to kiss her back and pulled her even closer. Involuntarily it began to pulsate between his legs and as if that had awakened him from a coma, he pushed the slave away from him and looked at her in disgust.


"Do ... never do that again, understand?" He whispered breathlessly, turned on his heel and went to exercise. Skeije was left speechless.


"Vegeta wait! What have I done wrong again? Go tell me! Tell me in the face that you didn't like that! Tell me in the face that you don't mean anything! Go tell me you did that last night so you can have fun at the end of this week! Tell me that and look me in the eye! You are a coward, Vegeta! You are running away from your own feelings !!! ", she had screamed the last words and her face was red with anger again.


That had sat. Vegeta stood. And he was cooking. Yet again. She had called him a coward again.But when he thought again about what she had just said, it wasn't even the worst. Worst of all, she was right. He couldn't tell, not when he looked her in the eye. She would immediately see that he was lying. Contrary to his common sense, he turned to her. Half the room was already between them. The distance should be enough.


"You want to hear the truth? Yes, you guess correctly. What should I do with someone who is wallowing in a fever. In the end you would have infected me. Besides, it's only half as fun if the victim can't defend himself ...! ", the malicious grin was there again.


"You are only a slave. You are not worthy of me, woman! Did you really think that I would father an offspring with a slave and with a member of such a weak race? How naive are you actually? Your beauty will become yours." Doom and you owe it only to your luck that you are still alive.But slowly you're starting to annoy me. ", the grin had given way to a nasty grimace and as an emphasis he spat again on the floor.


Finally he turned and ran into the training room. He had to let off steam.


Skeije was close to tears again. She knew he was lying about his feelings, but she was beginning to wonder which was stronger, his pride, or his feelings.


She sank to the floor. These ups and downs of feelings were just unbearable.


Slowly but surely, anger was growing inside her.


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Didn't she also have the right to freedom? Wasn't she an intelligent being too?


* That block! * she cursed inwardly. How could you be so cold? The desire to flee from this planet grew again, it had hurt, insulted and humiliated her.


* So I'm bugging you ... *, no, she wasn't just mad.If it were so, these words probably wouldn't bother them that much, they wouldn't make them so sad. What should she do now? Wait until he composed himself again, maybe one day would tell her the truth? Would he really do that? No, definitely not. His pride and honor would forbid it, he would certainly be with her at some point ... but he would never tell her how he felt about her, she was sure of that. His pride would win ...


Resolutely she got up and ran to the table. The cutlery was sparse, but the fork could certainly come in handy.


She also had her pride, she certainly wouldn't wait for him, why should she? There was nothing left to lose.


* So, get on the bacon! *, she encouraged herself and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. * I'm not crying because of the wooden head. *


The panel next to the window was quite easy to remove and the fork was quite useful as a lever.The tangled tangle of cables was a bigger problem, however. All cables were the same color and had the same diameter. She stared broodingly into the hole until she finally set about reconnecting the wires. The whole time she tried to drive Vegeta out of her thoughts, but it didn't help, he was there and he wouldn't go. Individual tears ran from her defiantly narrowed eyes and made their way down her reddened cheeks.


Hours passed, but the window didn't move a bit. She almost despaired of it and gave up, but when she remembered those hurtful words from Vegeta she felt that stabbing pain again. It acted like a drive and encouraged her not to give up.


After an almost infinite 3 hours and about 50 minutes, she heard the releasing hiss of the window and almost screamed for joy. There it was again, the feeling of having achieved something, the feeling of what she had missed for so long. Incredible.

She hurriedly climbed onto the balcony that was in front of the window and inhaled the cool, moist air. It was raining lightly, the sky was gray and there was heavy steam when Skeije breathed out, but she didn't care. She wanted to get away, just get away, and very quickly. Determined, she ran to the parapet and froze. There was nothing below her, no roofs on which she could have gone further, no pillars on which she could slide down, simply nothing, only fog.


It came back to her as she was hot: she was on the top floor, in the prince's living area, no one could leave here if the prince didn't want to, that is, if he didn't open the doors.


Her eyebrows first drew together and then down. The now narrowed eyes became suspiciously moist again. A scream of frustration and anger made its way out of her throat. All for free, all of the work, the excitement, all for free. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it ...

With her clenched fists she hit the stone parapet until the first reddish spots appeared on it. Then she was calm, just staring blankly into the void below.


"Have you vented yourself now? May I now? I have something to arrange with you!", A voice rang out above her. The hair on the back of her neck jerked up like a cat facing an enemy. She recognized them. She would recognize that voice anywhere.


Slowly she straightened up completely and looked at the hated Saiyajin, who now hovered next to her, grinning maliciously. It was so disgusting, those grins. All of a sudden she felt sick, but she didn't show it, she was angry, angry because he had to show up right now, had to make her mood worse and she was angry with herself because she had just stopped thinking about him. How stupid of her. Even if she had found a way down from Vegeta's balcony, she would not have escaped.

She watched in disgust as a raindrop ran down his bald head, over his crooked nose and finally into the corner of his mouth.


"Well, have you already missed me? Do you actually know how you embarrassed me? You made a mockery of me in the whole palace, even the slaves laugh at me!", His face was now twisted into an angry grimace, a deep rumble could be heard the next time he opened his mouth.


"You know that you will pay for it, woman! You must have had fun with your princely highness, this conceited combat dwarf, this weakling !!!", his anger had risen immeasurably, he no longer thought about what he was saying. She hadn't belonged to him, the prince had had the privilege before him ... it was both her fault, the prince and she!


His limited mind said only that, first they kill and then the prince, nothing more.


It never occurred to him that the prince was much stronger.Now all he saw was her looking defiant and angry at him.


"He's not a weakling, you're one! And don't call him a battle dwarf, you muscleman! His little toe has more sense than you!" She hissed dangerously. Nappa grinned again!


"You had a good time, didn't you? Was it good? He let you live, you seem talented, woman. It's a shame I wasn't allowed to test you myself."


- "No, you ass face, we didn't do it !!! Get out of here, I can't see your stupid Saiyajin face anymore!", Her mood had hit rock bottom and she didn't care what the consequences would be.


"I don't want to go yet, I want to have a bit of fun too," he said calmly and Skeije widened his eyes in shock. Her mouth went dry and she broke out in a cold sweat. He wouldn't ...


Nappa raised his right hand and placed it on Skeije's stomach. He grinned again, this time wider and more disgusting.

"He won't get you again, I'll take care of that!"


Skeije felt the heat suddenly emanating from his hand and wanted to avoid it, but it was already too late. The pain was unbearable, blood flowed down her thighs and mixed with the rainwater on the white tiles. With presence of mind, she reached for the balcony railing and tried to lean on it.


So that was it, her end. Not exactly what she had in mind. Not at all.


If someone killed her, it would certainly not be this disgust.


Nappa was laughing hysterically now and holding his own stomach with it.


"Harharhar, now I'll watch you bleed to death and then I'll devote myself to our little prince, harharhar !!!"


*No not like this! *, she thought horrified, turned her head to him with the last of her strength and spit directly in his face, then leaned