beautiful that happiness was, if short-lived. Wouldn't it cause her constant pain if she survived the Moon Festival? How should it go on then?The prince would certainly not marry her ...


"Or do you want me to lock you up in these rooms all your life?"


Skeije knew what he meant. No, she didn't want that. She didn't want to be the prince's concubine, even if she loved him. She also loved her freedom. Despite the certainty that she will never see him again, she would rather choose freedom than be confined to these rooms all her life. She was like a bird that wanted to fly and the prince's apartments were her golden cage. It would perish, wither and eventually perish. The fact that she was not allowed to leave the palace as a slave was bad enough, but that ....




She shook her head as if she wanted to drive the ugly thoughts away. Vegeta understood.


"I ... I can't kill you ... not anymore.", He sighed and showed her how this festival should end for her.


A sad smile crept onto her lips and she bowed her head.It was hopeless. She wasn't going to be happy, not as happy as she imagined in her naive fantasies.




"It is your decision what you do now ..." said the prince, ran past her without looking at her and left the bathtub. Before stepping through the door to his bedroom, he turned around to give her a look she hadn't seen before. Inaudible and yet so meaningful ...


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He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. What had he just done?


It was strange, but when he asked the question he wasn't angry with himself. He didn't blame it on the moon either, because he knew the moon had nothing to do with it.


Yes, he knew and for the first time he wasn't proud to see the situation so clearly.

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Skeije was still staring at the door. Torn, that is probably the right word for your state of mind. And yet one side began to predominate.


* I will regret it whether this way or that. *, she said to herself, but rather hesitantly went out of the bathtub and wrapped one of the large towels around her body. Then she dropped to her knees and stared at the floor tiles.


A faint but uncomfortably high-pitched scratching ripped her out of her thoughts. Confused, she looked around and looked for the source of the noise to eliminate it if necessary.


A welcome distraction!


After searching in vain in all corners of the room, she finally looked at the ceiling and found what was causing the scratching noises. Startled, she whispered the name of her pet and looked around in almost panic for the box with the opening mechanism.

There, next to the sink. Relieved, she pressed a few keys until finally the desired dome window slid aside and the little ball of fur fell down.




Skeije caught Hugh and put him to bed in one of the towels. The little one was completely exhausted and very wet.


"My poor darling. What are you doing up there?" Whispered the slave and intuitively stuck one of the candies into Hugh's mouth. Fortunately, she hadn't eaten all of them ...


Hugh felt energy suddenly flow through his small body again. A nice feeling!


Now, now was exactly the right moment! There would be no better opportunity. Slowly he began to bundle all his mental powers and didn’t let the slave whisper out of sight.






TBC




Well then, guys, I'm waiting for your comments !!!






Ps .: Did any of you see the DBZ film number 12?If so, please write it in the Reviev, I am interested in your opinions!






Ciao, Peppi