meanwhile devoted himself to the bed and said: "Well, there are already a few stories. Some say your future girl is so beautiful that her beauty is fatal.Others say she is actually King Ardrin's great-grandmother and ugly. You see the usual. "Vegeta went to one of the windows and looked down at the city over which the air was shimmering." Go on. ", he growled. Tales paused and looked at the prince's back." My prince, I told you there was no story worth hearing. " Except that she is supposed to be a witch, as there is only on Fusu-sei. , he added mentally, but was careful not to say it out loud.

Vegeta turned around and looked at the younger Saiyan, who cleverly avoided looking at his master. He was tall, strong and had a fighting ability that made him reasonably fit for sparring. To warm up, of course. Of course, if the prince became a supersaiyajin, the boy would no longer stand a chance. Nonetheless, Tales compensated for his lower fighting strength with skill and logic, which made him a good training partner.But that could only be guessed at when you watched him straighten the sheets and drape the pillows.

Without transition, Vegeta said: “Our training today is canceled.” Tales said: “As you wish, Your Majesty.” Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows. Sometimes the young Saiyan's docility made him angrier than if he resisted. Tales felt the tingling in the air that came when his lord and master was in anger. In order to distract the prince a little, he said: "Today your robes for the engagement and wedding ceremony have come. You still have to try them on." Vegeta Ouji only grumbled, whether it was approving or reluctant was difficult to tell.

Tales disappeared into another room only to return shortly afterwards with two packages, which he put on the floor. Vegeta watched him out of the corner of his eye as he pulled a coat hanger out of the first box on which a scarlet gown was hanging.It consisted of a high-necked jacket with gold buttons and seams, trousers and a cloak trimmed with white fur and a gold chain that held it together. The sheath of the cloak also shone white, the outside of the fabric was a royal blue color.

Vegeta made a face like his body servant was holding a dead insect under his nose. So he should get married. At that moment it felt like he was just realizing that. Vegeta slowly walked over to Tales and felt the fabric of the jacket. It was light and soft, no comparison to its tough GI. That struck him as absurd. He was a warrior! Why should he marry in such clothes, please? Tales believed he saw this question in the prince's eyes and said lightly: "These are the robes that are prescribed in the protocol."

Vegeta pierced the servant with piercing eyes. "Protocol? Who said that?" Tales lowered his eyes.“Your father.” The prince gruffly took the robe and began to change. The light fabric lay loosely on his skin, an unusual feeling, but not uncomfortable. Vegeta chased such thoughts away because they did not seem appropriate to him as a Saiyajin. Tales put the cloak around him and closed the chain, then his Master stepped in front of one of the large mirrors. He scrutinized the picture that presented itself to him.

Although he hated pomp, he couldn't deny that he was handsome. The cloak fell perfectly from his shoulders, the golden buckles and buttons shone dull and the royal coat of arms on his chest adorned the whole thing immensely. Tales saw the hidden satisfaction of Vegeta and smiled and handed him the white gloves. "If you allow: you look splendid, my prince," he said. Vegeta growled and pulled on her gloves. Tales took advantage of the good mood and explained: "Well, you will wear that to your engagement.For the ceremony we have the same suit again in white.

Vegeta frowned. "Do I look like the Snow King?" He asked slowly in a bad mood again. Tales was not deterred. "Of course not, but it's just tradition. The cloak stays the same and of course you still have to wear all your awards." Vegeta had started to take off the suit again. The thought of being married soon became increasingly displeasing to him. He almost wished he had stayed with the renouncing warriors he'd learned from during his wilder years. Warriors who renounced women and the joys - or, in his case, plagues - associated with them for the sake of battle. They lived isolated in the hottest desert on the planet and were among the best among the elite. He was overcome by the ardent desire to simply return to them in a night and fog action.

But his father would probably have the desert warriors look for him first.The matter was hopeless. He looked sullenly at his reflection, which was now wearing the white suit. He wasn't anymore! That was just a picture of how it should be. He was a warrior! The mightiest of all warriors in the universe and now he was standing there, wedged into a posh suit in which he couldn't even raise his arm properly. He quickly peeled himself out again and slipped back into his GI. In the sudden urge to do something, he said: "I'm going to train and don't want to be disturbed." With that he left his rooms and left Tales alone.



The twin star rose glowing over Vega, followed shortly by Vegeta-sei. But the merciless rays of Corsica and Rirsa, which made the surface of the moon, covered with light sand, shimmer, left the underground workers completely undisturbed. Deep darkness, interrupted only by the faint glow of stinking torches, reigned in the mines. Working hours had not yet started and the miners were still asleep in their quarters.

With the first light on the surface, however, they were thrown out of the beds by a shrill sound. Here in the shafts, the only difference between day and night was the shrill of the sirens, which announced the start of work and the end of the day. Without grumbling or making any other sound, the shaft workers dragged themselves to the large dining rooms to collect the breakfast ration for the first third of the day. This consisted of a mug of cold, dirty water and a metal bowl filled with pure protein porridge enriched with important vitamins and fatty acids. Just nutritious enough to keep the man and woman labor at the same level.

After the meager breakfast, the columns marched to their workplaces, sorted by gender. The men grabbed their picks and shovels, which they used to break precious metals and fluorescent material from the Vegas rock. The women took notes on long belts, on which they checked everything that the men dismantled for its quality and sorted them accordingly.The best fluorescent substance went to the elite, the worse to the lower class of Saiyajins.

Fai slipped out of the long line of female workers of all races and hid in the shadow of the rock walls. She had little time because when the guards began their count, she had to be there. When the footsteps faded in the distance, she left her hiding place and ran in the opposite direction. She wasn't afraid of running into a guard. At most, she would be labeled a messenger, if one even gave her a look. With quick, sure steps she came to the surface of Vegas. At the entrance to the gallery she encountered the first problem. The guards were not initiated as she had actually been assured, so she had to wait. There was sure to be a changing of the guard soon.

Crouching in an alcove, she waited and listened. It was a while before she heard the orders to change the guard. As soon as the commandant and guards were gone, Fai peeked around the corner.Yes, she knew these Saiyajins. She quickly hurried to the entrance and left the mine unmolested. The heat outside was almost unbearable, because the twin star was already high in the sky. Korsa had hurried ahead of his brother and was already higher. The red-orange rirsa followed more slowly. The light was so bright that Vegeta-sei could only be seen faintly. But Fai had no looks for any of this. Their destination was on the eastern horizon. Despite the heat, she ran across the glowing sand.

The little village from the guard quarters seemed to be deserted. Fai saw no life either in front of or in the huts. The shutters of the HQ had been locked tightly, only the door was ajar; the sign. Without knocking, Fai slipped into the headquarters and closed the door behind him. It was only a little cooler inside than under the two suns outside. In the semi-darkness she made out the outline of the Supreme Commandant. "There you are at last," he said in a tinny voice.Fai wasted no time explaining, but said: "Five are there. In Hazar's group six. They have to leave today, because I think one of the district guards has suspected."

"You are too careless!" Snapped the commandant. Fai ducked her head, but defended himself: "We're doing what we can! Can you take her away?" The person opposite sat up and leafed through his documents. "A freighter has to go out tonight. You have to make sure that these people are assigned to be loaded", he finally explained. Fai nodded and turned to go. When she put her hand on the handle, he said: “Be careful.” Without an answer, she pushed her way outside through a narrow crack in the door. Her heart beat wildly every time she was near him. For them it meant the light to live and the air to breathe. She had no idea what to do if something ever happened to him. Then they would all be lost.
She vigorously chased away these thoughts and sprinted back to the tunnel. Again she got in unmolested and then through the branching corridors without any problems. Just as the count reached her group, she slipped into her seat and immediately shouted: "98!", Then it went on next to her. Made it again. With a sigh of relief, Fai resumed her work without taking her eyes off her hands. She knew full well that the other women were looking at her appraisingly; this Saiyajin who dared to leave without