monster.


Vegeta would be there.


HE...


WOULD...


YOU...


PROTECT ... (with everything he has * g *)


HE...

WOULD...


Or?




The garden fence wasn't far away. The monster more than close behind Zoe sat over it with the last of his strength.


She could see the Saiyan standing by the door.


As if in slow motion, she saw herself almost running towards him ... looked into his ... worried? ... face ... saw him astonished ... heard himself calling something ...


"Help me!!!"


From behind, a pair of bulky, vise-like arms quickly closed around her and flung her past the prince into the room. Her body twisted in the air so that she finally slammed her back against one of the shelves. In an act of desperation, she tried to hold on to it, to stay on her feet, but the already damaged piece of furniture gave completely under her weight and collapsed on top of her.


When she had worked her way out of the books and photo frames again in a daze, she saw the two blurred, fighting each other.

She wiped her eyes briefly, realizing surprisingly sober that she must have had a laceration on her head from which blood was oozing. Now she could see clearly again.


Vegeta had grabbed the monster by the arms and seemed to be wrestling with him. Millimeter by millimeter he pushed it back towards the exit. The ... thing struggled bitterly, but could not oppose the Saiyajin as much as it tried in strength.


But the prince's face also seemed contorted with the exertion. Obviously it was hard for him to assert himself against the figure, but he didn’t give up.


The monster let out a frustrated scream while Vegeta was content with it, so loud that Zoe could even hear Zoe gritting her teeth through the noise of battle.


Zoe sat up as best she could and fought dizziness. She must have hit her head harder than expected.


And apparently she couldn't believe her eyes either.

Several bumps appeared on the creature's misshapen upper arms. Eventually the skin cracked open with a dry 'plop' and several purple tentacles shot out. Before the Saiyajin had even registered what had happened, the tentacles had wrapped around his neck and blew his breath away.


Panting, he wasn't ready to release his hands from the monster, but tried to hit a weak spot with targeted blows so that the thing went to its knees.


In his head he was working feverishly on a solution, all the maneuvers he had ever carried out were retrieved and evaluated in a matter of seconds.


However, as the oxygen deprivation increased, it only seemed to give him one option. He let go of the creature's hands and forcibly loosened the tentacles around his neck. He simply tore it in two, a colorless, stinking liquid ran out of the individual parts, which dripped onto the carpet and caused small wisps of smoke to rise from the fabric.

He had exactly time for a deep breath when the monster's hands were already around his neck.


At that moment Vegeta cursed the circumstances under which he had gotten here. Not because he got here, but because a large part of his strength had been lost in the process. What would he give now to be able to transform into a supersaiyajin and show this bastard where the hammer was!


Instead, his air was getting scarcer. Gasping for breath, he tried to loosen the grip on his neck, with the result that the creature squeezed even harder and he went to his knees in front of it.


He hated that thing! He hated it profoundly! It humbled him! He seemed to grow weaker with every thought, which only increased his disgust for the thing.


He even believed that a satisfied smile on his face - if you could even call that garbage heap a face, as he noted with a strange touch of humor - reflected the creature.Vegeta couldn't have known that his negative feelings only increased the power of the monster.


Slowly his eyes went black. Strangely enough, he stopped thinking about his hatred, the feeling of humiliation. The smiling faces of his wife and children appeared in front of him ... isolated scenes in which he was not the strong warrior ... memories ...


- How he ran around his father's palace as a little boy, driving the guards crazy ...


- How his father had occasionally put him to bed in the evening and told him about his adventures ...


- How much he missed him when Freezer killed him ...


It struck him as weird that these things should come up before him. He had heard of people's strange belief that life would happen again shortly before death in front of their own eyes ... but what surprised him even more was that his endless struggles were only a minor matter in these pictures.That things that he had always considered irrelevant suddenly came to the fore.


- How he kissed Bulma the first time - how stupid he felt ...


- How they made love ...


- How she had put his son in his arms, even though he really didn't want to, how he had threatened her to drop him and then didn't, because this little bundle in his arms fascinated him ... because he couldn't believe that something so beautiful should come from him ...


- How he suddenly no longer only fought for himself ... took responsibility ... fought for HIS family ... and for the first time really admitted himself, as shameful as he had to feel that even he could love ...


- And that proud feeling in his chest that he had after their second child was born. With the little Bra he had finally realized that he was no longer the aloof, reserved, closed and cool Saiyajin who came to earth to destroy Kakarrott.

Vegeta wondered how so many thoughts could run through your head in so little time. Actually, this was stuff for him to think about for years, but now he had to find that he could just accept it ...


Another face appeared before him.


Zoe ...




A cold breeze next to his cheek and a hissing noise startled him. All of a sudden all strength seemed to have drained from the arms clasping his neck. He opened his eyes cautiously, but couldn't see anything. The world turned and following an ancient reflex he coughed once before his tortured lungs filled with air again.


He released the grip of the unexpectedly clammy fingers around his neck and something suddenly fell on his lap.


The image in front of his eyes gradually cleared up again. He could see Zoe in front of him ... with the sword he'd discovered on his first day in the house in the showcase.She stood in front of him, swaying a little, but determinedly, while the beast seemed to howl in pain.




Zoe didn't even know how she had managed it all. Anyone else would probably not have got up after the force with which they hit the shelf. But when she saw what this thing had done to Vegeta, she got angry.


Nobody was allowed to treat her like that in her house! The same was true of Vegeta.


In a show of strength, she had managed to get back on her feet, while her rational mind slowly turned itself off. She staggered over to the cabinet and, regardless of loss, simply smashed the thin pane of glass. Tiny shards of glass were still stuck in the back of her hand, but she didn't care at the moment. Furious, she had grabbed the samurai sword, tore it from the holder that placed it in the middle of the display case and stormed the monster with it.

Chopped off his arms ... had wondered why no blood flowed from the stumps ...


She didn't care who this thing was or why it was after her. The only thing that mattered was her own life and Vegeta's life. And she was ready to defend it by any means.


With a scream of rage, she raised the blade, which promptly reflected a flash of lightning from the thunderstorm, and charged at the creature.


The monster just managed to avoid the falling blade when Zoe raised the sword again. All reason had vanished from her eyes, the monster recognized that too. It took time. It could easily replace severed limbs, but not in the middle of a fight when threatened by a sharp blade and a determined young woman. His recently awakened abilities were not yet sufficient for this.


So it decided to withdraw. All in all, it had been a successful first test run ... the man's hatred had given him a lot of strength.

The figure quickly slipped outside through the patio door, too fast for Zoe's untrained eyes. When she used the blade again, there was only air in front of her to cut.


Startled, she turned in a circle, looked in all directions to see if the monster might suddenly reappear somewhere out of oblivion. Her instinct, however, told her that for the moment they had made it.


With a clang, she let the sword fall to the ground and looked helplessly into the eyes of an extremely astonished Saiyajin.


Vegeta had already forgotten the thoughts that had flashed through his head a short time before. Such emotions were not appropriate for an elite warrior like him.


Disgusted, he pulled the second arm away, which was still around his neck, and threw it carelessly into the room. As soon as he touched the ground, the body part disintegrated into a fine dust, which was carried outside by the wind through the open door.

Then he got up, patted his somewhat worn sleeping clothes (so: BOXERSHORT !!! * drool *) clean and took a few deep breaths. Immediately the dazed feeling in his head disappeared.




Unfortunately, Zoe wasn't doing so well there. As soon as the monster had disappeared through the door, that pudding feeling reappeared in all her limbs. Powerless she had dropped the sword, now she sagged and found herself on the ground.


She wanted to scream ... as loudly and as long