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Fanfic: Die Legende(des Saiyajins)

Chapter: The legend (of the Saiyan)

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PROLOG






Lightning flashed in the sky, it thundered incessantly and louder and louder. The atmosphere seemed to be going crazy on this planet.


In a very destroyed mountain landscape one saw a settlement of approx. 50 dome-like houses, almost all of which were completely destroyed.


A storm had come, it whistled over the rocks, it was just too scary.


Suddenly you heard a bloodcurdling scream. It came from an almost 'intact' house and repeated itself countless times.

In this house, a woman was lying on the floor, at the moment severely exhausted from the severe pain she was suffering. An old woman with white hair knelt in front of her, but what made her so special were her glowing red eyes. Now she leaned towards the heavily breathing woman: "You can do it! You mustn't give up now, not now that you've almost made it, do you hear, pull yourself together, even if it seems to tear you apart, it's just too important! " made it clear to the woman. "I know ... Remay, rely on me ... and if it should cost my life, I'll be ready!" brought it out with difficulty. Remay (the old woman) smiled benevolently at her.


Hours later a baby could be heard screaming.


"You did it, I'm proud of you." Remay spoke up. "He lives u ... and I ... ch feel ... feel that ... e ... he is healthy i ... is. He will ... create it." The body of the woman lying on the ground went limp, every feature of her difficult life died, she was dead.

Remay took the baby, held it in front of him with outstretched arms: "And the little one should really be the 'one', this tiny little one should become one of the strongest in the universe ..." at a loss, she wrapped the little one in a sheet and hugged him.


She put her hand on the chest of the woman lying on the floor and the three of them shimmered out of the house.






At a height of about 100m somewhere above this planet:




A gigantic figure, wrapped in a black cloak, hovered in an undefined place: "Hahahaha! Finally! You stupid Verdtians (that's the name of the inhabitants of this planet) I made it, you're all dead ... Muhahahahaha! I'm the only one, the sole ruler. Hahaha, I hope you can hear me from hell or wherever you are! I made it and your ridiculous prophecy or whatever will never come true! Muhahahaha! All your efforts have been in vain. "So she triumphed Shape for a long time, but then it pointed its claw at Verdtan (the planet), a black ball of energy formed in front of the claw and with a triumphant cry of the figure this huge energy load shot down onto the planet.

A few seconds later, the planet went under in the form of an atomic explosion. Verdtan no longer existed ...




PROLOGUE END








CHAPTER I A very suprised Bulma






Capsule Cooperatin, GR


The ad read 200G and two sweaty figures were training relentlessly: "Hey, Trunks you've been slacking off lately!" Vegeta informed his son with the intention of irritating him. Although Trunks was already pretty battered, of course he didn't want to let this sit on him and immediately launched an attack: "We'll see that later ...!"


With incredible speed he raced towards the apparently bored Vegeta standing on the ground. Their distance to each other decreased steadily ... 10m ... 5m ... 1m ... 0.5m and suddenly Trunks fist shot forward, but Vegeta was faster, he blocked cleverly and countered with a sidekick, but before he did Trunks let himself fall to the ground in a flash, only to push himself off with such force that his fist coming from below gave Vegeta a heavy jaw, which Vegeta could not reconcile with his pride, after all, his 13 year old son was not allowed to him can seriously injure, so he faked a few fist blows, and finally hit his son with a 'hidden' blow in the stomach.The blow hit him so unprepared that he could no longer intercept his 'flight' and instead flew in the middle of or through the wall of the GR, because Vegeta's blow was so uncontrollably strong that the comparatively weak wall could not withstand it and hit it the place where Trunks 'flew through' left a huge hole.


Vegeta couldn't help but smile victoriously when he walked out of the 'newly created entrance' shortly afterwards.




Trunks was just getting up again when Vegeta came outside to him: "Tz tz tz, you should train more son!" Vegeta said mockingly. Trunks was now on his feet again and looked around first, they were in the middle of the huge garden CC and from the house he saw an angry Bulma rushing up: "You can tell Mum that if I didn't have to go to school, I would be more can train and would be a better opponent for you ... speaking of mum ... uh ... I have to go ... uh ... Goten ... yes exactly ... Goten and I wanted to meet for a refer. ... uh ... to train ... uh exactly, so I'm going to Goten ... uh ... train ... see you later."* What was that supposed to mean again * Vegeta couldn't figure out his son's behavior, but then he didn't care either, he turned around and saw Bulma, panting with rage, running towards him ...




Meanwhile Trunks had already reached a certain altitude * It's good that I saw her in time ... I don't want to be in Dad's skin now ... poor ... Mum will be merciless ... hm ... well ... better to endure a sour Vegeta afterwards than to have to listen to a lecture from Mum ... if even his father had a certain respect for that, then it was better to get out of it now ... * and do that he, 'according to all the rules of the art' and above all as fast as he could, now set off to see Goten, his best friend.




Bulma got closer and closer and already now he could tell her walking time because of: "Rude Saiyajin prince ...! #! Raudi ... libertine ... pesky warrior of so and what ... etc." Listen.

Until she finally got to him.


Suddenly it became quiet, an eerie silence like Vegeta found. * Nonsense, I'm not afraid of a woman ... * while his subconscious ended this sentence: ... well, maybe for this one, or at least a tremendous respect ...


Then Bulma's gaze wandered up at him, until she finally looked him straight in the eye, which was a bit irritating to Vegeta: "What do you want woman?" he asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Bulma's expression changed suddenly, her eyes took on an angry expression: "WHAT I WANT? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I WANT? SAY YOU DIDN'T NOTICE WHAT YOU HAPPENED AGAIN!?!" she yelled at him completely beside herself. * Oh man, what's upset, well, that was the fourth time ... * "THAT'S THE FOURTH TIME THIS MONTH THAT YOU SCRAPPED THE GR!" she rudely pulled him out of his mind. * Can she read minds ...?*


Bulma noticed Vegeta's absent-minded look: "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME AT ALL? DO YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY OR ARE THE LORD OF AND TO THE PRINCE OF A PLANET WHICH IS NO LONGER TOO FINE TO TALK TO NORMAL MORTALS?" * That goes on far! * Vegeta's gaze turned ice cold and at the same moment Bulma noticed that she had gone too far.


"I don't give a shit whether the GR is destroyed or not, because you're going to patch it up again, you understand? And besides - he roughly grabbed Bulma by the shoulder, pulled her close to him. Slowly, Bulma was feeling queasy , because she knew she had gone decidedly too far, his voice changed from the dark, typical-Prince-Vegeta-tone-I-bring-everyone-who-gets-on-my-nerves-to a rough one whisper, he was now right next to her ear-And by the way ... I'm ... Hungry so come along and do something for me. " with these words he left the extremely stunned Bulma in the rain, so to speak, and made his way to the kitchen.He looked for her aura and finally found her still in the garden. * Maybe I should have explained myself more clearly ... well, we've had that so often and besides, her facial expression was all worth it to me * inwardly he couldn't stop grinning.

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