*Forget it. It never happened and it never will. But ... *

He brushed his lips briefly with his fingertips. He had the feeling, even if Vegeta hadn't been able to kiss him, that he would have done it while he was sleeping, but it was impossible. A gentle breeze made that thought disappear. Shadow looked up into the sky and discovered small petals that could always be carried through the sky in springtime and give off a pleasant scent.But to his regret, he couldn't smell it. Suddenly he had to cough again. Stronger than usual and his throat hurt. "Damn cold!" he cursed and coughed harder. He doubled over and braced himself with one hand on a house wall. * The fever is getting worse. * he thought desperately and hardly noticed how he toppled over and stayed on the cold floor. His breaths were hard. His nostrils widened, but he couldn't breathe.

*Crap! What now? * For Shadow everything seemed lost, but then someone approached him. A tall Saiyan who cast a cold shadow on him. The 18 year old's gaze wandered up to the giant and he discovered a relieved face. It was Nappa who was standing in front of him. "What are you lying around here, kid?" he asked and helped him up. “Someone is waiting for you in the palace!” With a jerk, the younger Saiyajin was lifted onto his shaky legs. He shivered and held on to his colleague."Nappa, what ... are you doing ... hi ...?" he brought out hesitantly before the fever overwhelmed him and he sank into Nappa's arms. He just grinned and lifted him up in his arms. "Stand aside, people!" he called to the onlookers Saiyajins who had slowly gathered around the weak Shadow. "Come on! This boy urgently needs to be brought to the king. His life is at stake!" Immediately everyone stepped aside and formed an alley. Nappa ran off and laughed inside at the naivete of the people. * Well, he won't die from the cold. Unless he whines like his brother. * The Saiyan sighed and continued on his way to the palace.



Prince Vegeta stood at the window of his room and looked into the distance. "Will he come back?" he asked softly and sighed. How he would have loved to have him in his arms again, like four days before he ran away. This excitement in his body had been indescribable when he lay there in front of him and just looked at him.With a hard sigh, he walked over to his bed and lay down. * Please, come back quickly, big brother. * he pleaded and closed his eyes.

In his mind he saw his brother exploring his body. A strange fantasy simmered in him and made him fall into a kind of trance state. An erotic fantasy from within. He got goosebumps when Shadow's fingers went mentally over Vegeta's nipples, which immediately stiffened and hardened. The prince could literally feel how his brother's hot tongue traced the curves of his abdominal muscles and moved deeper and deeper. A slight moan escaped him. Even if it was only in his mind, it was more real to him than he thought. He breathed in and out hard, it was almost like a puff. Damn it - it felt awesome to be touched like this, but in reality there was no one to stimulate him that way. A hot glow went through Vegeta's basin and did not let him calm down.*What am I to do? * His hands trembled and his cheeks turned red. He couldn't take it any longer. But before he could even put his hand over his waistband, there was a knock on the door.

"What is?" the 16 year old asked energetically and jumped up. Nappa threw the door open, grabbed Vegeta by the arm and pulled him with her without saying a word. "Ey! What's that supposed to mean ?! Nappa !! Let go !!" Vegeta screamed and struggled in vain against the giant's strength. "What the fuck?" "Shadow is back here. He's not fine," came a reply, and the pace picked up. But not from Nappa but from Vegeta, who tore himself away from his guard and accelerated his steps rapidly. * Hopefully it's nothing bad! * he thought and hardly noticed how the world flew past him. For those seconds he didn't care. Only to the infirmary. Fast! As fast as you can!



The king was already at Shadow's bed and just looked down at him with a sad look."Well, Doc?" he asked, looking over at the doctor tapping his computer key. "Well, Your Highness," he began, drawing air through his clenched teeth. "The fever is damned high, almost life-threatening. It's a miracle that he was able to walk at all. And his wound on his arm worries me too. It doesn't want to heal. It just festers." The king pondered pondered the doctor's words for a long time, until suddenly the door was thrown open and a snorting prince leaned against the door frame. "How is he?" he asked with heavy breaths and panicked eyes. Slowly he staggered to Shadow's stretcher and looked at his brother. He didn't even wait for an answer from his father or the doc. And even if either had answered, he would have deliberately ignored her.

His big brother was the only thing that mattered to him. "Shadow," he whispered, grabbing his hand. "Open your eyes. Please. Look at me. Brother?"But the person addressed remained silent and did not make any movements. The 16-year-old sighed and squeezed his hand a little tighter. His brother's sweaty face, the hard breathing and a few coughing fits did not tell him anything good." He caught a bad cold and his arm makes things worse, "declared the king, putting his hands on his son's shoulders." But that'll be fine. First of all, it is important that he sleeps a lot and drinks a lot. And we'll take care of his arm, and don't worry. Your brother will soon be fit again. "" Hopefully, "Vegeta sighed sadly, nestling against his father's chest for help." Hopefully everything will be the same as it used to be. "He secretly blamed himself for what had happened to him. Something in his heart told him that he had only run away because he had argued with his father. A harsh gasp followed by a small torrent of tears enveloped him the prince and let his thoughts fall deeper and deeper into nothing.* I'm sorry my brother. * he said to himself and hung his head. * When you wake up again, I promise you that I will never argue with Father again. Saiyan word of honor. *

As soon as he had thought through, Shadow's eyelids flickered. He moaned lightly and half opened his aching eyes. "The ... infirmary?" he asked dazedly and grinned. "Took me ... Nappa ... home." Vegeta looked up, turned his head to his brother. At first his looks were astonished, but it quickly turned to astonishment and it fell around his neck. "Shadow!" he shouted, snuggling close to the weakened body of his brother, who returned his embrace with trembling hands. "Never do that again, okay?" warned the prince and tried to hide his tears of joy. “Don't ever run away again!” “Never again,” replied the older Saiyan and looked at him with warm eyes. "You're crying, brother," said Shadow, grinning and wiping the tears from his eyes, whereupon Vegeta wiped his eyes again."Not true!" he protested and jumped up. “True enough!” The two brothers smiled at each other. Everything should finally be back to normal.

"Well, boy?" it suddenly sounded behind them. "Everything OK again?" Shadow tried to get up, but Vegeta pushed him back onto the stretcher. "Your Highness?" asked the 18-year-old and closed his eyes for a short moment, because again pain flitted through his nerve tracts. He groaned painfully and held his arm. The king just smiled and shook his head slightly before sitting down next to his older son's bed. "You can't get into the habit of addressing me as 'Father' in the future, can you?" he asked, stroking his forehead. Shadow smiled. "No, why should I? I'm a security guard and not a prince." He considered.

That was the ultimate chance to make him some offers. Shadow averted his gaze and closed his eyes. “And it should stay that way.” The king looked at him puzzled.* What did he mean by that? * he asked himself and continued to give him questioning looks. After a long silence he finally looked at him again. His eyes were serious and collected. He knew exactly what he wanted. His demands were carefully considered. "Father, I ..." he began hesitantly, not knowing how King Vegeta would react. "I definitely don't want to be raised to be a prince, OK? That wouldn't be for me. Even if I come from the royal family, I am and will remain a bloodthirsty creature who is simply not suitable for the nobility." said the king with a smile and patted him on the head. "If you mean that, we won't do it either. It would be too late for you to raise yourself to be a prince anyway. Is there anything else on your mind?"

"Yeah, yes," Shadow replied, eyelids lowered and a happy expression in his eyes. They really shimmered with happiness. "I want you ... never to argue again.So, you and Ve-chan. " "Is OK. But you should sleep now, my son, "warned the king and grinned at him." Duty calls. Freezer's message did not come. I wonder where it's going for so long. "Shadow was shocked. So it was true what he had found out: Freezer wanted to destroy the Saiyajins. Now everything became clear to him. He had killed Freezer and saved his home without knowing it." Father! "He suddenly shouted and straightened up. "You can wait a long time, because ..." He paused. Should he really tell you? But if ...? No - you had to find out. "Because what?" came a counter question back. Shadow swallowed. "Because ... I ... killed Freezer. The big fire in the hangar a month ago ... was Freezer's ship. "The king caught his breath." You have what? " "I had to do it. Otherwise he would have raped me and killed you. He was about to destroy our home planet! "

The prince looked up. "What?He wanted ...? "He stuttered and looked a little frightened at his father, who went into Shadow's pleading gaze with wide eyes." So his empire is shattered, "asked King Vegeta and stepped towards Shadow, but he backed away Afraid he would