plate tectonics of Vegeta-seis. So far everything resulted in a logically complete picture - simply perfect.

So perfect that Aiko only noticed a disturbing aspect on closer inspection - a tiny splash of color that defaced an entire painting, a note that tore a piece of music out of its harmony.If her considerations were even remotely true - and there was no longer any doubt about that due to the compelling logic that hardly left any other possibilities with sufficient leeway - then this meant that Vegeta had betrayed her. The realization hit her like a leaden club-

He had looked for the other one - probably for no other purpose than to finally blow out the light of life. A privilege that Aiko made her own claim ... An ambition that she had expressed more than clearly towards Vegeta. This statement destroyed all imaginary signs that were still pleading in their minds to let the future husband sleep. The matter needed clarification ... and, as is well known, it was best achieved with the help of a toothbrush cup filled with water, the clarity and temperature of which - much to the chagrin of the person concerned - corresponded to that of a mountain stream. The same vessel was then unceremoniously emptied over Vegeta, who was happily snoozing in front of him - a method which achieved the desired effect in ninety-nine out of a hundred cases.

The culprit opened his eyes, sneezed heavily and sat up suddenly in his bed ... These actions took place in seconds thanks to the trained reflexes of a warrior. Nimble black eyes then went in search of the delinquent ... The delinquent had to correct how Vegeta, Aiko and shortly afterwards they made the cup. The corpus delicti was quickly carried to a corner of the room, leaving only the onna , who gave him a half amused, half angry look.

"Good morning, Vegeta!"

" Onna , what were you thinking about waking me up?"

"I have a serious word to talk to you ..." Before the Saiyajin could protest, Aikos' merciless forefinger had pinned him back on the bed. "Why did you look for her?"

This question triggered nothing but incomprehension, clearly reflected in the expression on the face of the accused.Whether the early hour was to blame for Vegeta's ignorance, or whether Aiko would have received the same reaction in another situation, should remain a secret ...

"Looking for who?" Came back after a while, confused.

"My doppelganger ...", Aiko helped, nailing the urgency of the answer into Vegeta's chest with her finger.

"Oh ... you know that! She exposed me, and for that she will be punished!" He declaimed solemnly.

The Saiyan no Oujo could only silently shake her head at this blatant ignorance. As intelligent and forward-looking as her companion showed himself in battle, so simple-minded he behaved in daily life. But what else could she do but look over it smiling resignedly? You couldn't change a Saiyan, and trying to do that on Vegeta was like a suicide mission that was doomed to failure."Vegeta, can you still remember what I asked you for a few days ago?" Inwardly, Aiko was preparing for a longer wait ... Yes, the answer came miraculously without any long hesitation.

"You asked me to teach you the sune-kudansu ."

A very decorative pair of Aikos boots protruded from the ceiling. But the weakness was quickly overcome and the goodwill returned ...

"Vegeta, you promised me that you would leave the bitch to me ... Just me ! she cheated on me , and that's why I will erase them! Does that go into your skull? "The index finger had meanwhile chosen the solar plexus of the heir to the throne as a new target.

The prince was about to start a loud protest when he became aware of the painful presence of Aiko's finger. This short interruption gave the words of his companion time to penetrate into deeper layers of Vegeta's consciousness ... He started (A / P: Believe it or not * g *) to think.Apparently his onna was serious about her words ... He instinctively understood that she would be very angry with him if he did the bitch before the fight. And that Saiyajins, whether male or female, got out of hand, were not to be trifled with, he learned almost every day since his earliest childhood ...
To say that Vegeta made his decisions based on moral principles would have been an outright lie. Guidelines for action like 'what you don't want someone to do to you, don't do it to anyone else' were as foreign to him as they could be ... In the society Vegeta-seis was for that philosophical thoughts simply have no place in which to develop. But unconsciously he realized that Aiko would be inflicted an unbelievable offense by a hasty intervention on his part ... A disparagement that deeply insulted her in her pride, which was unquestionably inherent in her as a born Gerkino.If he made the other one disappear from the face of this world through his actions (A / P: A wonderful paraphrase * g *) , then he didn't trust his mate to do the same ... Easiest Saiyan logic that was firmly anchored in his mind from birth - and had enough in common with the struggle to grasp Vegeta's specialized mind.

"Hmpf, because of me ..." He could let the two fight for now ... The onna wouldn't be able to defeat the bitch anyway. His trained eyes immediately saw that there was more than a decade of intensive training in her athletic body ... a lead that his mate, even with her genetic makeup and the associated greater talent, could hardly catch up - not within a week. Although she had made enormous progress in this ... The Saiyajin no Ouji unwillingly shook off further speculations that came to his mind.He would get his revenge, whether an hour late or not - it made no difference in the end.

"Would you be so kind as to take your fingernail out of my chest?"

"Oops ... I completely forgot ..." Aiko had, busy with a triumphant grin, since she could not have expected a more euphoric promise from her companion, simply forgot to remove her index finger ... With an apologetic smile on hers Trains she made up for the failure. Obviously the tiny limb on her hand met every requirement of a murder weapon ... The imprint it had left on Vegeta's upper body should be visible for days later.

In a good mood, Aiko placed her head on Vegeta's stomach, watching the bright spots that the light of the Asahi painted on the whitewashed ceiling, watching her dance. The time had come soon ... In the meantime, there was even a certain excitement.No, not excitement in the true sense of the word ... it was anticipation, the expectation of a good fight, after which she would have her companion all to herself ... Vegeta, who obviously didn't trust her to win the bitch. His constant sermons of the superior strength of her opponent only testified to his will to do it on his own ... No, that way she would not let the booty be stolen from the platter.

What Aiko could not have guessed were her Saiyajin genes, who, like in every tricky situation, seized control of their thoughts and actions. It was in no way advisable to go into a fight intimidated ... Then the person in question could have his coffin delivered to the back. No, in the course of evolution the Saiyajins had prevailed, who, in addition to a warlike intelligence, brought the slightest fear into battle. The key to suppressing this otherwise so natural immediate reaction of every organism lay in the pituitary gland ... Or rather, in the hormones that it produced.In addition to adrenalines produced in other ways, which helped the body to exhaust its true capabilities, the barely hazelnut-sized gland in the head of every Saiyajin excreted serotonin and similar lucky charms en masse ... Invisible messenger substances that inevitably put the person in high spirits.



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Vinéga, who had practically hidden herself in the mountains during the last few days, was under the influence of the same substances ... Only the really elementary activities such as sleeping, following natural needs and eating were worthy of meditation interrupt BUT, she believed, her efforts had borne fruit. A battle plan had already been drawn up, and the newly acquired skill had been tried out on some wild animals that had retired to the mountain forests. Her greatest success so far had been the conversion of a wild boar to a vegetarian diet ... She had completely erased the urge to eat meat from its memory.It had been an easy one for her ... The crawling breed that had no mental defense mechanisms, yes, did not even notice that anything was changed in his consciousness ... Also the headache after the amnesia was provoked was hardly any intensity been worth mentioning.

But to erase a process that was firmly in the mind of the most powerful being of all, the prince of the Saiyajins, such as the control over the fluid, was on another page - it was simply impossible with their means. But why did she have to turn off such a large area of ​​the brain when the same effect could be produced in a much simpler and more inconspicuous way? Vinéga's presence, or that of the real cucuma in Vegeta's mind, was clearly not nearly as powerful ... It should be possible for her to completely erase the memories of her deeds from the prince's memory.Smiling satisfied, the Saiyajin blinked into the sun, which was just above the horizon ... Only two hours separated her from the most grandiose victory of her life. Her dream, the vision of unrestricted power, would finally come true ...

Only her clothes were not yet adapted to the grandeur of what was to come. Life as a hermit, even if it lasted only a few days, had left visible traces on her ... Matted hair,