~ So here's my new story.

this time a vegeta x goku ^^

ok, so I'll start right away ... ~

P.S. i want your honest opinion, is my first yaoi ^^



~ greetz to: blacksheep and IloveTrunks ~







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A veiled figure stood lonely and abandoned on the rocky abyss.

Next to her is a large, unimpressive stone with the inscription:

R.I.P

*** Vegeta ***

Father and lover

Never forget, forever loved!



Sobbing, the figure knelt at the tomb and laid down a single rose.

The wind was especially strong that day, as if he could feel the power of the pain.

He played with the black veil until he tore it completely. The shape took on shapes and one could finally make out long, shimmering blue hair that played with the wind.

A single strand stuck to a tender but swollen cheek.

It was unmistakably a young woman kneeling in front of the grave.

She wept heartbreakingly, and yet everything was quiet. Nothing could be heard ...

Only the wild sea, which repels its horns on the hard glass, and the gentle rustling of the leaves.

The woman rose slowly and stood shakily on her feet.

She looked into the mighty treetop and saw her veil!

A small smile played on her chapped lips and she turned around.

It was time to go ...



From that day on, the grave was to perish, lonely and abandoned for ever.



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~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~

Everything was the same as always.

A completely normal day, first training, eating a lot and going to sleep.

That was his natural rhythm, which he intended to keep. Nothing and nobody should change that and yet ....

Has there recently been a feeling in him that has made him unable to sleep peacefully.

He didn't know it, was a complete stranger to him.

This scratchy fury, as he liked to call it, did not in the least cause such feelings as this one person can do in a few minutes.

He only knew one thing: he had to get to the bottom of it, otherwise it could destroy his whole training session, and that was already knowingly, the worst thing that could ever have happened to him ...



In a very different place, a relatively young man sat on a rock and meditated.

Behind him stood a slim, tall woman, her delicate hand on his shoulder.

Her long black hair was elegantly tied up and her clothes were made of the finest silk.

A little further away, a small, also black-haired Drop was playing with a few butterflies.

The world seemed perfect, none of them had any idea what would become ...



***** The future should strike ice cold!*****



~~~~~ Prologue end ~~~~~