tarragon * GG * for you), Vegeta was there and he quickly came closer ...




The "Earthling with the pride of a Saja-Jin" landed a few steps in front of the lonely figure and crossed his arms "Who are you? What do you want? And have you already made your will?" Vegeta found it almost blasphemy here went on and he almost had to try not to laugh out loud.


Vegato was completely relaxed. "Do you think you can scare me?" he raised an eyebrow.'He may be more cocky, but he's still just as stupid'


"Yes, I think so"


"Bet you don't?"


"Bet that?"


"Hm..."


"What?"


"You look really cute when you get excited ... almost dangerous"


"..."


"What is it? I'm just being honest. When I look at you like that, I don't know whether to smooch you or kill you ..."


"... Oh yeah?" Vegeta was about to burst ... 'that imaginary ass !! What does he allow himself? I make it as cold as coffee! '(Tse, some men just can't stand it if you give them a compliment -. - °) "Well then ..." Vegeta hissed dangerously "I have a present for you!" and rushed obsessively towards the alien figure. In a motion blurred to the human eye, the clenched fist shot towards Vegato, who made no move to evade.




Still suspicious but still a little curious, the fist stopped a millimeter in front of the stranger.

"Why don't you evade?" Vegeta asked suspiciously and now eyed the stranger from this close distance. Something was wrong with this thing ...




For a few seconds there was absolute silence and the two just looked into each other's eyes, especially the strange looking eye made Vegeta puzzled.




There was an eerie silence around them as well. Only the sun burned mercilessly down on them, not a cloud in sight to give them shade. Beads of sweat formed on Vegeta's forehead, he was tense and curious to find out who was standing in front of him ... and why he made no move to evade his attacks. Suddenly he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and saw that the stranger was ... a Saja-Jin.




His eyes widened in horror ... his teeth gnashed, that audacity, that shame, that imaginary ass! What was he making up for attacking his own prince?To venture here and challenge him and then expose him like that? ... "Do you want to make a fool of me?"




Again he had to endure the scornful smile, but now he wanted to act. Answer or not, that was an unparalleled humiliation and he had to atone, in one only vaguely recognizable movement his clenched fist hit the strange jaw and threw his head to the side with force.




Vegato stayed in this position for a moment, beaten and leaning to one side. So that was it - the first blow ... just like then. And this time it would really be a life and death fight, this time he wouldn't hold back like he did then. No, this time he would finally find peace and be able to give peace.




His fists now also clenched and he wanted to strike back. Slowly he turned back to Vegeta, but before he had the opportunity to reciprocate, he felt an incredibly strong blow in his stomach area that forced the air out of his lungs.



Panting and gasping for breath, he fell to his knees, and sat kneeling at the feet of his prince. Vegeta nudged him with his foot so that he fell on the floor. "I would have expected a little more then," he grinned and held out his hand to form an energy ball.




Somewhere else the golden yellow, smiling sun was reflected on the roof of a black limousine. Inside this castle on 8 wheels, Trunks sat between Michyo, who had clung to his arm, and her godfather on the other side, who found his goddaughter's behavior a bit exaggerated, but he didn't care. She was still young.


On the other side sat Goten and Papurika, both sipping a cocktail from the mini-bar. Son Goten had grinned at his best friend half pityingly, half gleefully while Trunks gave him death looks. Papurika had leaned back. Her rod bobbed slightly to the beat that came from the speakers.

Suddenly the silent atmosphere was shaken by a piercing scream. The driver put on an emergency stop, which is still unparalleled to this day, and ran in panic to the door to see what had happened: Michyo sat screeching in panic on Trunks lap, covered his eyes with one hand and waved the other around wildly. " A rat! A rat !! " she raged and slipped Trunks further and further from the skin. The poor guy was trying to put a little more distance between himself and the panicked girl. Just as he was about to gently push her back into her place and, much more importantly, away from him, his gaze met Don Makarone's.


The older man said nothing, but his gaze spoke volumes anyway ... Trunks swallowed. Only then did the gaze relax a little and the scenery was gradually filled with Son Goten's roaring laughter. "The rat" that terrified Michyo was just the Saja-Jin tail of Papurika ...

Michyo didn't seem to really understand, but she acted bravely, crossed her arms and mumbled "this is not a costume party here ..."




Sequel follows....