First of all, many, many thanks for your praiseworthy reactions * g * (I enjoy reading that, especially because you agree with me ...)


Therefore I am happy to present you with the new part 9 ... (it is really new !!!) * g *






* Mh, warm, it's so nice and warm. Am i dead? Certainly. But why aren't the others there? Didn't it mean that everyone would be seen again in Paradise? But it's not like paradise, everything is white here, no meadows, no sky, only everyone is white. Why? Am I not dead? I ... I still have to ... Vegeta, where are you? I need you ... did you kill that ass? Hopefully ... he wasn't loyal to you, he said bad things about you. Oh Vegeta, do you hear me? I can feel you, I know that you are there ...


I'm not dead, I mustn't be dead, I still have so much to do, tell you so much ... *


A tear escaped the corner of her eye and mixed with the regeneration fluid.She had been in the tank for 5 hours now and the wound in her abdomen was still not completely gone, although it was really just a small hole. It was sure because she wasn't a Saiyan. She just came from a weak race. Why did she have to freak out? She knew she was just a slave. She knew he was going to kill her. And she knew that the escape would also end in certain death. So why? Had they hurt his words so badly?


One thing was clear, this was no ordinary slave, but he even knew that when he first saw her. An ordinary slave would probably have hid in a corner for a while and later begged for her life from him. Without pride and dignity, she would have given herself to him, hoping he wouldn't kill her. But he would certainly have taken an ordinary slave and then turned it into ashes.


Just as he had turned his best warrior into ashes five hours ago.But Nappa could be replaced. He couldn't explain to himself why he had freaked out when he discovered the woman's ki and the nappas on the balcony. He had just got madly angry and when he saw how the bleeding body of the slave slipped over the railing and disappeared from view he had seen red. The disgusting laugh of the other warrior and his stupid grin had only increased his anger.


What did this hollow head allow itself?


An uncomfortably loud beeping tore the prince out of his thoughts. The worried expression immediately disappeared, giving way to the cold, everyday expression that everyone saw.


He watched how slowly the greenish liquid ran off, how slowly the purple hair wrapped itself around the narrow shoulders and stuck to it. The healing liquid covered her skin like green slime, distorted its silky bronze tone and made her face look pale. Determined, he grabbed one of the large towels lying ready.

The display on the monitor told him that the wound was now completely healed and that her body was restored to its old state. Only the energy reserves were worryingly low, but that didn't matter at the moment. She was still alive and her body was functional again.


How that sounded, as if it consisted only of her body, as if she had no other merits. But was it really like that? Vegeta didn't really want to admit it, but she actually had other qualities as well.


He carefully removed the breathing mask and probes from her skin. Silky and slightly tanned skin. Then he wrapped her in the towel and lifted her out of the tank. Her eyes were still closed, almost as if she was sleeping, she hung limply in his arms, breathing shallowly. But she was alive, that was the main thing at the moment, he didn't want more. Finally, he had to punish her for her carelessness.

A smile crept onto his lips at the thought.




* The warmth, why does it suddenly go away? No, I don't want it, it's so cold. Yes, warm again ... that smells so good. *


"... Vegeta ...", the trembling slave whispered and laid her head on the breast of the person addressed. He took another towel and put it around her head like a hood. Oddly enough, the worried expression was back and it didn't go away. Somehow he felt something like guilt. He had hurt her so badly and she still did THAT.




She felt so weak, barely able to move in any way, but still secure. In this twilight state she was almost like a small child who was lost in the forest through the fault of his parents, but threw herself into their arms as soon as they found it. No reproaches, no anger, just happy to be safe. It was her.


Even if she wasn't directly aware of it, she was still very happy to be alive.The feeling of absolutely having to do something had hit her like lightning when she crashed and suddenly the anger was gone, there was even fear, the fear of dying and not being able to do what she still had to do and the fear of never seeing him again. Him, for whom she felt so much and who she knew was something very special, hard on the outside like ice and vulnerable deep inside, like a newborn baby. He knew it was so himself, so he didn't want any feelings. Feelings made you weak. He didn't want to be hurt, she knew that. The way to his heart was rocky and symbolized his fears.


She couldn't be mad at him. It just didn't work.




With an enormous effort, she tried to open her eyes. She didn't quite succeed, the rest of the regeneration fluid lay heavy on her songs and she could only half open them. It was enough.


She could see his face and her heart started beating faster when she didn't see the cold mask.Nor did she see the look he had given her at the front door.




He looked worriedly into the slave's pale face. His pride stirred underground and wanted to make the gaze disappear, but something in him was stronger.


"Why are you doing that? You know that it is dangerous for you to go outside. You also knew that Nappa was out there just waiting for you to crawl out of your hiding place. You are so stupid! Never do that again, okay? ", he looked rather sad now and spoke rather softly. Skeije had not escaped the reproachful tone and she looked down, ashamed.




Vegeta finally started moving and carried the slave into his bathroom. The water was already in the tub and had a pleasant 38 ° C. Vegeta carefully laid the young woman down on the couch and then stripped down to his shorts. Then he unwrapped Skeije from the towels and got into the bathtub with her in his arms.On the edge of the tub lay a few small balls wrapped in paper, two of which he put into her mouth.




Skeije literally felt her spirits return as she sucked the sweet balls. She was carefully set down on the landing in the tub and now had the strength to look down on herself. She was almost naked, only her panties were still on. She blushed. He had taken them off. Seen her naked without her wanting to. There had been a few moments in the past few days and nights when she would have wished he'd seen her like this, but now she was just uncomfortable. But one thing surprised her:


Didn't he attack her? Very strange.




Vegeta was busy with the shampoos and turned his back on "his" slave. He didn't even notice how she went into hiding to hide the blush of shame.


In the end she had to appear again and when she did that Vegeta was standing right in front of her.In one hand he had a red liquid and with the other he held her right arm. He had pulled her up when he noticed that she had drifted away from her place and towards him. Vegeta let go of Skeije's arm and distributed the liquid between his hands to massage it into her hair. The slave looked at him steadfastly. There was no movement in his face. Obviously it wasn't as transparent as she'd thought. She enjoyed his touch and was silent.


He just stared at her hair, being very careful not to let foam run down her face.


"Now you can go underground.", He growled and let go of her. Skeije did as she was told and washed off the shampoo. Deliberately she went even closer to him underwater, when she appeared she was standing very close in front of him and looked deep into his eyes.


"I'm scared of you, Vegeta ..." she whispered, then hugged him.




Hugh crouched on the glass dome, sweating.The sweat ran down between the little toes and left streaks of moisture on the glass. The effort was literally written on the animal's face and it gasped softly.


Did this Saiyan have to bathe with her of all people? It was damn difficult to keep the already much stronger urges under control. In addition, Hugh was pretty weak from making Skeije fall more slowly so that Vegeta could catch her before the impact. She just had to survive, without her there would be no hope. She was the hope of all of them !!! Time was running out and if what he almost couldn't prevent would happen now, she might not be ready to help them anymore.


Then something came up that almost made little Hugh fall. Skeije hugged the prince and he could hardly contain himself anymore ...






Skeije kept her eyes closed, she didn't want to see his reaction, didn't want to see him looking at her so disgusted again.She was sure he actually felt differently, but his pride had been stronger until now, hadn't it? She waited almost trembling for his reaction, she waited for infinite seconds and he did not move.


Finally she forced herself to look into his face and what she saw was surprising despite all of that. He looked down at her almost sadly and gently pushed her away when he registered her eye contact.




"Don't do that ... you know it has no future!" He said calmly. Yes, he was right, she knew that. She also knew what the prince did not dare to say. If they went any further, the parting would get worse. No matter in which form this "farewell" took place.


Was it worth it? A moment of happiness, the following thought of how