Said the prince.


She didn't understand. What was that supposed to mean? Then she understood.




"NO !!!", she called, but it was too late. Vegeta had already put the opening to his lips and within a very short time the bottle was empty.


He gasped. The stuff burned terribly, it seemed to him that it was eating its way into his esophagus and burning him inside. Suddenly he was overcome with mad fatigue. His legs buckled and he found himself on the floor.




"You idiot!" Skeije sobbed reproachfully. "That stuff will kill you !!!"


"Nothing will kill me that ... so quickly," he whispered with a heavy tongue. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, but he felt that his head was lifted and bedded on something soft.




"How could you do that? You're such a fool! The dose is lethal!" Whispered the slave.


"No. I'm not that weak. Ver ... trust me, okay? Go ... please."then everything was black.


Skeije looked at him with wide eyes. She hadn't wanted that. She didn't want him to die !!!




Meanwhile, Hugh had rushed into the room. He heard her scream and panicked. Fearing that something might have happened to her, he ran back and now stared in disbelief at the prince's lifeless body.


"What ...?" He just asked and looked at Skeije, who pressed her forehead to the prince's.


Finally she looked up at him and said flatly that Vegeta had drunk the poison. Pure!




Yes, he had drunk it to enable her to escape. So he didn't have to kill her for betraying her, and he didn't lose face. Poison, clearly a weapon that even the Saiyan prince could not fight.




Hugh smiled. So the prince wasn't so cruel after all. He could develop feelings.


"Come on, Skeije. He saved your life and enables us to escape.Accept his gift and respect his sacrifice. We have to go, otherwise he drank the poison for free.


He's strong, he won't die from it. Think how fast he woke up! He won't let this poison get him down. Trust him, Skeije! "said the shapeshifter gently.




Skeije looked at him in disbelief, but then smiled sadly.


"Yes, I trust you!", She said finally and planted a kiss on Vegeta's lips.


"I love you," she said before getting up and following Hugh outside.




When they got to the castle gate, Skeije stopped again and looked up.


* The last time I see the walls from the inside. I don't know why, but I think I'll miss her! * she thought before following Hugh. He was talking to one of the guards and suddenly pointed to Skeije.




When she stood next to him, he put his arm around her shoulder, smiled proudly at the guard and said, "That's her!".


The guard grinned at Skeije, tilted his head forward a little, and finally bowed.




"My name is Bardock. Welcome to" Mondnacht "!"


She asked confused.


"Every organization needs a name, doesn't it?" Grinned Hugh.


* Moon night so ... *, she smiled. *Very suitable! *






Epilogue:






It was a beautiful morning, the air was clear and the sky was bright blue. The sun had not risen for half an hour, but there was already heavy traffic around the castle.




Today was the day the prince fought for the throne. As always, there was the traditional fight between father and son on the morning before the coronation. Of course the prince would win, but it was always exciting to see it.


Actually, this tradition arose out of an ancient, inviolable law:


The one who succeeds in defeating the king in a fair fight receives the throne with immediate effect.Actually a law that was supposed to guarantee the security of the people, because with a strong king at the head it was considered invincible.




But over the centuries no one had dared to challenge the king again, the heirs of the last successful challenger were strong, very strong! So the throne was passed on to the sons. However, the law has not been abandoned, every prince must defeat his father in a fair fight to ascend the throne.




Now it was that time again. In a deep, large hollow that had been used as a battlefield for centuries, a square battle ring was set up. A flat wall had been erected around him at some distance to prevent anyone from entering the ring without permission.




The Saiyajins were huddled behind this wall, waiting eagerly to see whether the prince would prove to be a worthy king.


Vegeta walked purposefully towards the ring.He felt the eyes of his subjects on him, how they looked at him admiringly and hoped that the fight would turn out in his favor.


How foolish! Of course he would win. His father was strong, but not as strong as Vegeta.




He was focused, but not focused enough not to notice the aura he knew so well. He would recognize her among millions.


* So you are here! How stupid of you! But you've never been particularly scared, Skeije. *


He pushed the thoughts aside and just tried to think about the fight.




Loud roars could be heard as the king and his son, Vegeta, entered the ring from different sides. The rules were clear. Whoever touched the ground outside had lost. There were no restrictions. It was allowed to kill or maim the enemy. What counted was victory.




The prince shook his head slightly to banish disturbing thoughts from it and to release the tension in him.It worked. He stared belligerently into his father's eyes.


When the opponents went into attack position, it was dead quiet.




Only one had great difficulty staying calm. He didn't quite understand what it was all about. He would much rather fight with his friend Kakarott or train with his mentor. Besides, it was still so early, the sun had only just risen.


He yawned. How boring it was all.




Finally something stirred below, the fight had begun. With eyes wide open, he watched the two opponents move through the air at lightning speed and give each other punches and kicks. One of the two was clearly better.


* The one without a beard wins! *, he thought and now tapped the man on whose shoulders he was sitting.


"You! Why did we have to dress up?" He asked in a whisper.


"So that nobody recognizes us, little one.", The questioned answered irritably and pulled his hood even further over his face.



He had been strongly against this action, but Skeije had a mind of her own. She had once again prevailed and dragged him and her son to this tournament.


Yes, there were times when he wasn't so happy about Skeije's strength, and this one was clearly one of them.




On the other hand, she was right, it was very good when the little one got to see his father.


Hugh sighed.


So far, not everything had gone as he had wished. Skeije had given birth to a son, and he was stronger than average for his age, but the kid was just as stubborn as his mother.




The only people he heard from were Skeije, Bardock and Kakarott.


He was a born leader, a very good quality if one day he was to take the throne in the name of the revolution.


Still, Hugh wished he'd show him a little more respect, too.



*Well, you can not have everything! *, he thought.


Another problem was the boy's appearance. He was so much like his father that it was dangerous to show up with him in public. The boy looked almost exactly like Vegeta. There was only one difference, which immediately exposed him as a mixed race. His eyes, they were green, like his mother's.




To reduce the risk to the little one, Skeije had cut his hair a few days earlier. With his tower hairstyle it would not have been possible to put a hood over his head without attracting attention.


He grinned at the thought of the kid screaming when his mother trimmed his regal mane.




"Mom? Mom, why are we here? And who are they?" The little boy whispered now.


A hooded person next to Hugh turned to him and smiled at him. Her green eyes were sad but determined.She was pretty, his mom standing there, her long purple hair hidden under the hood, her arms crossed and smiling.




"I wanted you to see your father, my darling. Guess who it is!" she answered.


"Mh, those who fight have exactly the same hair as me. The one without a beard?" he asked eagerly.




"Exactly, the one without a beard is your father. He's the prince, you know? And today he's fighting for the throne with his father."




"Really? Great, I have a very strong dad !!! Then I'm a prince too!", The little one said happily.




"Yes, that's right. And one day you will stand down there and compete against him as it should be for a prince," said Hugh and patted the little boy's legs.


"Yeah, it's gonna be fun!" laughed the little one.






END






Yeah, now I'm done.


It's a pity, I really had a lot of fun on Mondnacht.But everything has an end one day ... * sniff *


Of course, I would like to thank those who have diligently written me comments.


* bow * * hug you all very nicely *


And last but not least, I would also like to thank Ravana for her help! * squeeze you very firmly *


So, enough with this sentimental brawn !! * Put away the handkerchief *


Of course, I would also like comments from you for the last part. I can't blackmail you anymore, that's why I'm just asking you to.


Ciao, your Peppi


* wink *