Saiyan stared after him, clenching his teeth. He was embarrassed, but he couldn't fight it: he had fallen in love with Shadow. *Why? * it went through his head. * Why him? What is there about him that fascinates me so much about him?Oh god help me! Why him? *



Shadow had reported to the king, taken the whole situation with his little freak out and taken himself off for the rest of the day to finally investigate his real reason: research into his past, his parents, everything. And what better place for it than the archive of the palace's birth records. It was part of the palace library, some of which was also accessible to the people. All infants were noted here by name. Origin, data on combat strength, weight and special features were also noted in each file. So Shadow only had to search for the folder with the BIRTH YEAR 730 and the category NOVEMBER and he would have all the answers ready.

His eyes flew past the collection folders to find the folder in question. There! He found it. In the middle compartment of the shelf, the third from the right. *That's him! * he cheered inwardly and pulled it off the dusty shelf.Clouds of dust streamed from the leather-like fabric of the envelope as it blew over the folder. He coughed briefly and waved his hand away the returning dust. * Well then we're ready to go! * He sat down at one of the large tables and opened the folder. Everything was nicely arranged, almost perfectly arranged. His fingers quickly flicked through the individual categories until he reached the penultimate one. He took a small floppy disk out of the envelope and placed it in a data slot on the edge of the table. The data were immediately opened and made visible to the reader by means of a 3-D projection.

Not many were born in November 730. Only five. * Well then the search will be easy! * Shadow thought eagerly and opened one file after the other. He had been looking for a while, but he found nothing. These five children did not agree with him at all. *This can not be! * It came up in him when he opened the last file and a plump baby face came towards him.* Where is my file? Did you delete them? Or do I really have no parents? * he shook his head. It had no purpose. He would never find out who his parents were. For him it was eaten, hopeless. Shadow closed the file and sighed back in the chair. "That's not possible," he moaned and ran his hands over his face. He was about to take the disk out of the slot until he noticed a single file that had no name assigned to it. He found courage because he hadn't been given a name either. He only got the name Shadow from Drahn when he was 1 ½ years old. * It has to be her! I feel that! * With a beating heart, his fingers moved around the digital buttons and opened the file. But all his hopes disappeared in smoke when an empty file jumped towards him marked with a red lettering: nameless, not registered!

Everything was already clear to him. That was his file!Just as he thought it would: empty and without information. Desperate, Shadow folded his hands and propped his head on them. "That just can't be true!" he sobbed and shed small tears. "Why don't I exist? Where's my file ?!" "Nobody knows. It seems that it was deleted 18 years ago," came the sound from behind him. Shadow turned and looked into the doctor's face. Surprised and also sad, he asked for a more detailed explanation: "What do you mean by that, Doc?" "What I just told you. Seen that way, they don't exist here." The younger Saiyajin slumped back. It was worse than a hard punch in the face. Much more painful, yes - almost fatal. The doctor's last words still echoed through his mind. He couldn't take it any longer. But then an idea occurred to him. "If you knew my file was deleted almost 18 years ago, you would have to know my parents too," he said with a cunning look.The doctor backed away. “I have to keep quiet about that.” But Shadow did not give up, grabbed the Doc by the collar and pulled him close to him, where he hissed at him: “Say: Who are my parents?” “I already said that I ... "" Shut up! " shouted the 18 year old and again tears came to his eyes. "Please," he suddenly pleaded in a hoarse, clear voice. "Tell me. I beg you, Doc: please tell me. Who is my family?" He started to cry and slowly sank to his knees in front of the doctor. His cramped hands came out of his white coat and covered Shadows' wet eyes.

He felt like he was in a bad dream. It just couldn't be right: Of course he existed somewhere, just nobody wanted to tell him where she was. "I need to know, Doc," he whispered, looking up through his tears, pleading and utterly scared. “Who am I really?” The doctor smiled and helped him up."All in good time, my boy," he said, leading him out of the palace library. “All in good time.” “I feel like I'll have to search forever to find her,” Shadow whispered softly, wiping the tears from his face. "No," came a short reply. "I doubt it. You will surely only need a year to finish your search." The 18 year old looked in amazement at the smaller man who was walking next to him. "Why? How do you want to know?" "I don't know either. That was just a guess." The two men laughed lightly and continued on their way. The doctor prescribed the younger Saiyajin some bed rest so as not to overdo it after the high blood loss. His condition was still too unstable. The excitement in the library alone was enough to bring him to his knees for a few seconds. * But this boy is amazing, * the doc kept thinking when he saw Shadow's stamina and tenacity, which he often showed.So also at that moment when he was walking next to him. * He has a toughness that is otherwise only found in royalty. Wait a minute ... does that mean? This is not possible! He can never be the lost Saiyan no oji! * Deep in thought, the Doc stepped into the infirmary and sat down at his computer while Shadow stumbled to his room.

“I just don't think he's the lost Saiyajin no oji. But everything speaks for it: His confident demeanor, his behavior, just everything.” He tapped his keys and a hidden file appeared. It was the file that Shadow had looked for so in vain: his own. There it was:



Name: unknown

Parents: King Vegeta, Queen Angel

Combat strength: 10050

! Exposed after giving birth!



The doc looked at the picture of the baby and considered. The little creature in the photo had long bangs that hung over the right eye in black strands, like Shadow.Eye contour and face shape, too, but everything seemed to point to Shadow. The doctor hesitated before his fingers flicked over the keys and entered the name SHADOW in the name box and deleted the SUSPENSION from the file. He confirmed the changes and leaned back in his armchair with a sigh. "There's no such thing," he gasped, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “The prodigal son is right in front of our noses and we don't see him.” He folded his hands in front of his face and looked seriously at the flickering screen in front of him.

He did not expect to see the little baby again that he had put into the space capsule by hand. He had been there when the capsule took off and its contents disappeared from its home planet for a long time. Nobody knew about it, but the doc had tears in his eyes as the capsule went into orbit. He finally made up his mind. "I have to report this to the king," he thought aloud and immediately ran off.Now it counted: all or nothing.



The king sat in the throne room and played chess with his son. Prince Vegeta seemed to be winning because it was the last move he had to make to beat his father for the fourth time. He grinned confident of victory, went forward with the knight and shouted: "Well, father! Checkmate!" The king took a deep breath and shook his head. "Either you're getting better or I'm getting older!" he said with a grin and cleared the chessboard. He passed the figures on to his son, who carefully conceded them. The 16 year old grinned and folded the game board. "I would say both are true!" he laughed and jumped up. But was about to leave the room when the doc came towards him. "Did something happen?" asked the king, looking at the doctor in amazement. But the addressee was silent and pushed past Prince Vegeta. "What about Shadow? Did you find him?" he asked sounding almost panicked and hoped for a quick answer.The doc turned and nodded. "And? How is he?" "He's sleeping, don't worry, Your Highness!" it came back before bowing to the king.

"Your Majesty, I have made an important discovery!" he said and looked up. "I found out about Shadow's origins. He's undoubtedly THE child. You see, King Vegeta. This boy is the lost Saiyan no oji. The real Saiyan no oji!" Prince Vegeta held his breath. * The real Saiyan no oji ?! * it sounded in his head. *What does that mean? * "Then you already know?" asked the king, getting up. "So you also know that he's my firstborn son and Vegeta's older brother, don't you?" "Yes, Your Highness," replied the Doc and took a step forward. “I couldn't have explained the hereditary characteristics of the royal family in any other way.” Suddenly they heard something hit the floor with a loud clang. They turned their gaze to the 16-year-old prince, who was standing there with wide eyes and trembling body and couldn't move.The chessboard was on the floor and the individual pieces rolled across the floor. "Vegeta," said his father in amazement, looking at him. "What is wrong with you, my son?"

"I ... have a brother?" he stuttered in disbelief and breathed harder. Father and doctor were silent and only looked at the prince, who was still trembling and staring at the floor with an uncertain look. "I have a brother?" he repeated, first trying to digest what he had just learned: The person he had inadvertently fallen in love with was his older