The wind got stronger and stronger. I could barely stand on my feet. The torch in my hand had long since gone out. I clutched the chains that hung on the wall. "What's that supposed to mean now?" I tormented for a long time, I would no longer be able to hold on like this.


Suddenly the sound of a hideously loud siren came from all sides and everything around me began to disappear. The chains that I tried to hold onto were suddenly gone. I suddenly felt that the wind was not blowing as it normally did, but rather pulling. He pulled with all his might (and this wind seemed to be very powerful) on me, on my clothes, on my hair. I was simply dragged along, like a leaf in the wind that could neither determine the destination nor the length of its journey itself.


But my journey didn't seem to take long, as suddenly as the wind tore me away, I was suddenly held.Strong arms held me tight, hugging me to an equally strong body. There was tremendous power in these arms and I could only feel a fraction of it. With my back to my rescuer, I could not see who was protecting me from my unintentional sightseeing flight. Not a word came out of my lips, only when my savior turned, with me in his arms, a short but probably very louder scream slipped from me. My exact words were probably, "OH MY GOD!". I could see a huge leak on the wall across from me. It was probably as big as two normal sized cars and just as wide, at least! I looked straight into the vastness of space.


The arms grabbed me tighter and took me towards the door. Once there, he put his hand on the HASG (handprint scanner device). Each of his, no, our movements, each step, seemed infinitely long to me. The oxygen was slowly becoming scarce, I hardly took any more, just waited for the green lamp to glow.But nothing happened. Over and over again he put his hand on the HASG, but it was no use. I felt my body being pressed more and more against his. How could he stand? Tremendous forces would have to be exerted on him. But he stood there, not showing anything, maybe there was nothing that he should have let on!


Then, finally, the door opened. We quickly stepped through it and then he locked the door again. It gave a loud creak and I hoped it could withstand the pressure. I felt a slight jolt going through the ship, what was going on here? He let go of me, I turned around in a flash to look into the face of my rescuer and at the same time I asked myself which idiot could be so stupid to go into a room where the outer wall was missing and you can actually go into it Space would have to be transported. I came to only one person who could be so crazy, Son Goku!My eyes confirmed my assumption it was Son Goku, um Kakarott! You have to imagine that this complex train of thought that led to my conclusion lasted only a few tenths of a second. I guess I could compete with our popular Bulma Biefs, couldn't I? * proud *


Now, in hindsight, I knew a bunch of things I should have told him, but I just got a "why?" out. And stared at him in disbelief. It must have looked pretty stupid, Kakarott smiled briefly, then touched the back of his head in embarrassment and said: "Prince Vegeta has ordered you to come! You were lucky that only now some of the Xerax shot at this side of the ship have! "I continued to stare at him and reread what I just said in my head. Xerax, shot, lucky. "Why shot? What is Xerax? Are we at war?" Kakarott looked at me seriously. "We Saiyajns are always at war! Now come on, everything else you need to know, the prince will tell you himself!"He grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me more or less behind him. Again a tremor was clearly felt, were we being shot at? And again I wondered what the hell was going on here. It couldn't to go with the right things! Oh, what do I say, nothing was going on here with the right things, I had somehow come from our skateboarding place to another world! And once again I asked myself the question of whether I might just sleep and fall asleep Dream was, a nightmare, no a dream.


We walked down long corridors but eventually got back to the elevator, got on and Kakarott pressed +2 after putting his hand on the HASG.


A little later it made "Pling", we were there. He was still holding my wrist and pulling me after him again when we got off the elevator and we were walking down long corridors again. Finally we stopped short in front of a huge steel door.It was filthy, there was oil and grease on it, as well as on the walls. Something was written on the door in yellow. I thought I recognized R5 when the gate opened.


There, another shock! You could feel it more clearly down here. I had been amazed the whole time about the silence that reigned down here, and that no one had come towards us, seemed strange to me. Now I knew why that was the case. We went into a kind of departure lounge. It was more loud in this hall. There were gliders of all shapes and sizes here, some of them couldn't be called gliders anymore, they were spaceships.


"Spaceships in a spaceship!" I thought and had to grin about it. At the moment, I was glad that Kakarott was still holding my hand, because with the hustle and bustle that reigned here, I was afraid of getting lost. Zick pilots were standing next to their gliders, were about to board or were already sitting in them. Then there were mechanics, in suits smeared with yellow oil, running back and forth cursing wildly, doing a little screwing or welding here and there.We pushed our way through the crowd until we finally saw a raven-black head that stood up like a flame. And then headed straight for him. There he was, Prince Vegeta as everyone called him. He exuded so much strength, self-confidence and pride that you could immediately assign him to his status. Anyone who saw him had to know that he was of royal blood just by his appearance. We stopped in front of him, Kakarott knelt, but I made no effort to do that. I hated to kneel in humility before him.


I could feel his disapproving look as he eyed me critically. Then he took a few steps towards me, stopped right in front of me. He was standing so close that his body was touching mine, and I think he was doing it on purpose. I didn't move, didn't say a word, just looked into his eyes. Black eyes, eyes as black as the night, there was something in them, but I couldn't read what.Slowly he lowered his head, I could no longer hear the mechanics, no pilot checking his machine again, just his breathing, steady and calm. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would stop at any moment due to overuse. His breath brushed my cheek, my throat, my neck. It felt so amazingly good. Suddenly I felt his hand on my waist, felt how he pulled me even closer, how he pressed my body against his. "Red, red, don't get red!" I just thought. He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered in my ear in an authoritative and threatening tone. "I cannot tolerate such behavior and if you do not travel together and do not do me the honor I deserve, I see myself compelled to kill you. But I could also try to teach you manners ..." With these words he came to a conclusion hold my bum and pressed my abdomen against his.A startled squeak slipped out of me. At least now my face had turned red. "... and I know that I would definitely like that!" He breathed another kiss on my neck and then looked into my eyes. He still had his hand on my bum and he was still putting that pressure on my abdomen. “I hope we hit it off, kid!” He still looked me in the eye and made no move to change our pose. Apparently he was waiting for an answer. For some reason I couldn't fight back, or maybe I didn't want to? I had the feeling that he would stay with me for all eternity if I didn't reply soon.










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