wall with crossed arms - a pose that the prince had previously claimed for himself.

"Can we?" Asked the waiting woman.

"Yes, training ...", Vegeta replied, who had now positioned himself across from her and looked at her with a touch of impatience in his eyes.

"No, sleep.", Aiko clarified.

"You can't be serious ..."

“Do I look like I'm joking?” Aiko grinned in amusement, knowing that a scene from a few days ago was repeated - this time with roles reversed. Her partner, whose bloodshot eyes, under which dark shadows met a rendezvous, spoke volumes, did not seem to understand the implied humor as such ... At first he paused stubbornly, then he started to reply.

" Onna , what do you think of that? You need every training you can get to have at least the slightest chance! The fight starts tomorrow after breakfast, which means we can still two Push units in between ... You finally have to learn the difference between fighting at full power and senselessly wasting your total energy! You can only use energy-sapping attacks when the opponent can no longer avoid them- "

Before Vegeta could continue his tirade, the Saiyan princess's calming hand was already on his shoulder. Smiling secretly that her companion was in the habit of telling every time using the snacks distributed throughout the day, she began to speak in a gentle, cat-like tone.

"Vegeta, I just need sleep ... The meditank manages to restore my physical health ... But the few hours are not enough to regenerate my ability to concentrate.How am I supposed to fight if I hardly hit the target because of exhaustion? I miss at least ten hours of sleep in a decent bed so that I can regain control of my energy. Besides, I can see that you are tired too ... "

"Pah, a real warrior doesn't need sleep ..." he replied stubbornly ... His looks belied the words. Even his otherwise gravity-defying hairstyle (A / P: In English one would have simply written 'gravity-defying' ... The proof that German is the more difficult language ^^) seemed to have lost its elasticity to have ... Blunt strands hung out of the flaming main covering, to which the attribute 'headdress' had long since ceased to be due. A day-night rhythm that was maintained for days, which chopped up the natural sleep needs into three-hour intervals, left an unmistakable stamp on even the proudest Saiyan prince.

Aiko preferred to keep her mouth closed for the time being, because it was easy to see from Vegeta's expression that he still had something to add. She could almost see the cogs behind the high prince's forehead rattling at their slowed pace ... Finally he seemed to have finished calculating, because an expectant beam covered his dull profile. "There are still two hours left ..."

"We can then use them for training ..." replied his partner mischievously, giving him a very ambiguous look. Her goal was achieved, all of Vegeta's resistance melted under the subtle weapons of a woman like ice in the sun ... Slowly she turned to go, the princely apartments in view.



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No sooner had Aiko got rid of her clothes, curled up Vegeta in the big bed and closed her eyelids, than the irresistible power of sleep threw its thin, fine-meshed nets at her ... Catches that no living being could escape.

"You know that you shouldn't be here at all?", Saiyajin no Ouji, who had stretched out next to her, suggested ... More or less serious. Anyone who had dared just one attempt to declare the whereabouts of the onna forbidden could have sorted their bones one by one after the encounter with Vegeta. But there was an ancient Saiyan law that forbade staying overnight with one's partner before the Mata'auri was carried out ... An edict that was broken before it was even issued.

Aiko responded to this revelation with an incomprehensible murmur that sounded faintly like 'Tomorrow' to Vegeta's ears. Tomorrow was good, tomorrow the decision would be made ...

Kept a few seconds longer by the half-hearted objection of her companion, her subconscious sent a final electromagnetic impulse over the branched nerve pathways ... A thought that should accompany the Saiyajin no Oujo on their long journey through Morpheus' realms.

Funny that she wasn't excited ...



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Slowly the sparkling blackness of the cloudless night gave way to a gray that spread over the whole firmament from the east. Stars faded, the first morning fog moved over the almost deserted plains ... It was an hour in which even a hectic planet like Vegeta-sei came to rest. But twilight shouldn't have a long life ... Golden stripes were already stretching through the hazy air, heralding the appearance of the sun. After further moments in which the world's breathing seemed to have slowed, the first patches of pure light finally crept over the mountains, hinting at the size of the life-giving fireball that heralded a new day. With his ascent, the shadows of nature grew immeasurably, the sky burned down an early fireworks display of the most splendid colors ... But only a few birds were witness to this uplifting spectacle, which represented a worthy but neglected prelude to the fateful hours that followed.



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After many hours filled with dreamless sleep, a conscious movement of the tangled Saiyajins could be observed again for the first time. Aiko, who had made herself comfortable on the bare chest of her companion during the night, felt the tickling of the sun's rays on her nose ... and instinctively turned on her side to banish the unpleasant alarm clock from her thoughts. This failed, however ... After a few moments of reflection, the one who had just been asleep opened her eyes and blinked sullenly at the innocent asahi , who sent mild flashes of light through the window. A sound that was only emitted after a long and restful slumber escaped her half-open mouth, accompanied by a slow movement that was supposed to remove the excess tear fluid that had accumulated during the night from her eyes.

Satisfied, she stretched, testing the flexibility of her muscles.Very good, not the slightest sign of sore muscles and induration ... The firmness of her bed, which she was used to from being a slave, had also done her back good. An appropriate start to the day of their triumph ... The world looked rosy early in the morning.

For one breath the Saiyajin toyed with the idea of ​​waking up Vegeta, who was still snoring peacefully next to her, but decided against it. For good reason ... She hadn't had a week to think about what had happened. Event had followed event in rapid succession, one training lesson had chased the other ... Now finally the chance had come to find a few minutes to summarize the recent past. Slowly Aiko reviewed the episodes that had happened since her landing on Vegeta-sei ... Vegeta's premonitions ... The encounter with the king ... The first encounter with her doppelganger, who also claimed to be Cucuma ... The training ... The fling of Vegeta, who wasn't at all ... His excuse ... Your decision to train even harder ... Vegeta's mysterious outbreak that almost destroyed the planet.

At this point in her summary, Aiko paused for the first time. When she asked Vegeta about it, she had only been given evasive answers ... But the suspicion that something was wrong with the release of his enormous power, she had instinctively taken. The strange silence of her companion completed the picture ... But what were the reasons for his excitement? As the Saiyan had got to know their people so far, only one possible trigger came into question: Anger .

How many times had she heard that real, pure anger unleashed the most incredible powers in this race, caused them to break the boundaries of any imagination ... But where did this anger come from? The answer to this question was also predetermined. There was only one person in all of Vegeta-sei who could infuriate her mate so much at the moment- the bitch. She was responsible for the whole misery, there was not the slightest doubt about it ...
The discovery of this fact, however, posed new riddles. With a logic whose precision, sharpness and incorruptibility would have astonished Vegeta-sei's brightest minds, the princess pursued her train of thought, like a hunter who has scented the trail of his prey. She knew that Vegeta could suppress any feelings ... With the exception of the one that had brought her found home to the brink of disaster. At the last meeting with him, before she had transported his battered body back to the palace, he had been dismissive as ever ... In retrospect, Aiko even said that he discovered a touch of confidence in his demeanor. An insignificant detail ... But it gave her the certainty that Vegeta could have been anything - but not angry . That feeling had only taken hold of him after he'd delivered her to the hospital wing ... There must have been a serious incident that overturned his plan, whatever it was, to perfect perfection.There was no other explanation for the forces that were released - and the cause of the chaos was their nameless doppelganger. But she had cleverly evaded her companion's grasp - why in the world should she suddenly return, seek confrontation and thus her own death? Even the simplest mind would not commit such stupidity.

No, she must have kept hidden and in this way challenged Vegeta's further search. Apparently she had fallen into his trap for a brief moment in order to escape the hands of her captor once more ... hence the anger of the surprised, as a result of which he had redefined the