dark place. Slowly he remembers that he wanted to go back to the house from the spaceship. It was already afternoon and he had to take his 3 o'clock break because he was fixated and all from training. He hasn't been so exhausted for a long time. He still remembers that he told Bulma and her mother that he would keep an eye on the situation because of these strange figures that the neighbor saw in the garden at night.But nothing unusual had happened for a week and he has not felt observed since then. Until now. Suddenly a little man in dark clothes comes up to him. And he's not alone, next to him is a medium-sized guy who watches the area carefully. The petite man with the sunglasses stops in front of him and asks him: "Are you Mr. Vegeta?" "Who wants to know ?!" he replies unkindly. The man, who seems to be a little older than him, adjusts his sunglasses on his crooked nose and mumbles: "No doubt!" "Would you come with me, please?" he suddenly asks him. Vegeta asks, slightly puzzled: "Please ?! Why is that ?!" What could this little guy, who was as pale as someone who is constantly crouching in the office, want from him? Vegeta looks at him suspiciously with narrow eyes. "Do you come voluntarily or do we have to use force?" the polite man asks calmly. "What?!Use force? Say that again! "Comes from Vegeta stunned. How could this human worm threaten him? He's a Saiyajin and the only a measly person whose aura is so weak that Vegeta can't even feel it." I can see. You are not ready to cooperate. "This human worm continues and snaps his finger. At that moment two men pop out from his side. They were a bit taller than him and both were dressed the same. They also looked the same, like twins. They wore dark overalls of the same color and a wide, tied belt. "Strange, no aura." Vegeta notes and takes a step backwards. Probably the two are also so weak that he can not perceive any aura. "Mh ... What is that supposed to be? "Vegeta asks her amused now. The two grin coldly and stare at him." I ask her again. Do they come voluntarily or do my two companions have to help out? That can be very uncomfortable. "The one with the sunglasses speaks to him." Come along ?!Is out of the question! "Where are we?" Vegeta reluctantly wants to continue on his way to the house. He tries to ignore them and walks past them confidently. Head held high with pride and without caution. A devastating mistake because suddenly the two white-haired men next to him make the man in the suit a sentence and are gone. Only to reappear in the next moment, behind and in front of Vegeta. The one behind grabs him and over-twists his arm. Which ones are they ?! "shoots Vegeta, who is trying to get out of the position, through the head. The guy standing in front of him catches his other punching fist and hits him in the pit of his stomach." Shit! What is that supposed to mean? !! "he yells at the two of them with a groan, but they pretend they haven't heard him. The strength with which he defends himself doesn't seem to impress them either. The office boy pulls a small bottle out of his breast pocket, sticks it the needle of the syringe through the lid and pulls it open."It looks like there is no other way ..." he mumbles to himself and approaches Vegeta, who is still trying to shake them off. "Be careful, don't move. It'll be over soon." the weak one speaks to Vegeta and grabs his arm to inject him with the syringe. "Damn it! What are you doing there you bum ?!" Vegeta curses at him. The two men let go of him at the man's hand and step back. Vegeta looks at her puzzled and questioningly. "Hey you! What was that ?!" he drives at the guy now. "Just a narcotic." he replies tersely. "A what?" Vegeta raises an eyebrow. "Haha! You don't seriously think you can numb me with that ?!" he snorts. "You have to bring in sharper guns than such a measly anesthetic!" Vegeta grins confidently. The little one looks at him in amazement and risks a look at his digital wristwatch. "Mh .. a few seconds and we'll see how long you stand on your feet." he grins at Vegeta now."You can wait longer than a few ..." Vegeta roared and suddenly fell silent. Suddenly everything starts to spin and he staggeringly turns away from the man. Damn it...! What the hell ...?! "He gasps, gasps for air and takes a few steps away from the guy. The guy slowly follows him. Vegeta turns to him and realizes that he had underestimated this puny person. What that was also stunning, it had its effect. The area before his eyes is veiled and the little man in front of him blurs in his field of vision. He hears his own breathing and heartbeat slowing down. It is getting darker and darker and Vegeta loses the ground under his feet. It seems to him that he is going to the ground in slow motion. He hardly feels the impact anymore. His left hand, which comes to rest next to his face, clasps the grass of the manicured lawn. Vegeta begins to close relax and let yourself be carried away into the darkness.From then on he doesn't know anything. He wonders how late it is now? Hesitantly, he blinks and opens his eyes briefly, but immediately closes them again, it is too strenuous to keep them open. He tries to pull his right arm away from under him when he hears another muffled, distorted voice: "Hey! He wakes up! Come on, give him another one!" Soon afterwards he felt another stitch in his neck and everything around him appeared again in a dark fog. The noises become quieter, the voices fade away. Now everything is still and dark again.

It seemed to him that he had woken up earlier, when he felt a sting again and now only a few minutes have passed. Slowly he opens his eyes and squints in a bright light. The strange light that is divided into 5 parts hangs on the ceiling just above him. It is so blind that he cannot keep his eyes open for long. He tries to raise his hand to hold it over his eyes to protect against the light, but he cannot move it.After a while he tries again and with concentration he manages. The muscle of his upper arm tenses and he lifts his arm, trembling, weakly, but it is held back by the strap that holds him to the bed around his wrist. Exhausted, he drops his arm again. "Oh, how I see you woke up." suddenly a voice speaks to him that seems to be very close. Vegeta tries to turn his head in the direction he suspects the voice is from, but couldn't. He feels weak and his neck is stiff. He feels no pain, only this numb feeling in all his limbs. "You slept a long time, over 28 hours to be precise." explains the voice to him. This voice sounds familiar to him from somewhere, but he cannot assign it. Vegeta forces his eyes to open, maybe to take a look at whoever the voice belongs to. "It's easier that way ... your eyes have to adjust first." the voice speaks caringly and dims the light when the opportunity arises."Who is this?" Vegeta wonders, but when he tries to ask the question, his voice fails. He can't get a sound out. "Don't worry, this is only temporary. Just like your immobility." the voice explains calmly to him. "The paralysis will stop when the anesthetic stops working." the stranger continues. "You're probably wondering where you are here. But don't worry, you're in good hands with me ..." the man grins, as Vegeta now recognizes by the voice. Vegeta looks to the right, sometimes to the left, but he can't see anyone. "Well, I still have something to do, but I'll come back to you later." the unknown figure looks at the clock and walks towards the bed. "You're not running away from me in the meantime, are you?" the man now bends over him. "No this can not be!" It shoots Vegeta through the head like a pistol. He knows the man. And he doesn't like him. "Sleep well!" Feith's face gets serious and he puts the breathing mask on Vegeta.Vegeta looks at Feith, startled. "Shit! Not that one!" he thinks and he feels that tiredness creep up inside him again. He tries hard to keep his eyes open, but it's no use. With every breath he sucks in the gas of dreams. Now he has to realize that he is helpless at the mercy of him. Who knows what he's going to do with him, what he wants from him. Or does he want to take revenge on Bulma in this way for dumping him. "Bulma ..." is the last thing he can think before it gets dark again before his eyes and he relaxes and falls into a deep, thoughtless sleep.

"So, we should have ..." Feith talks to himself as he leaves the treatment room and locks the door behind him. He walks through the laboratory and through the door into the corridor. He takes the elevator two floors up to his office, where his henchmen are already waiting for him. "You did well. Were there any problems?" he now speaks to the little man and his companion, who is sitting next to him on a leather couch."No boss, everything went like clockwork." the man in the suit grins and lights a cigar. "Have you been noticed?" Feith asks and sits down at his desk where he takes Vegeta's files out of the drawer. "No, that's unlikely." replies the one with the cigar in his mouth and only now takes off his sunglasses. "Hopefully you haven't left any traces?" Feith wants to weigh his plan in security. "Yes, ... uh ... no, not exactly." the man begins to stammer and takes the cigar out of his mouth. "What? What do you mean ?!" Feith drives around. "Well, I have ..., I lost the vial." he now admits and lowers his gaze. "What?!!" Feith pulls up from his chair. "Where did you lose it ?! I hope not at the Capsule Corporation ?!" Feith builds himself up in front of him. "I don't know! It was gone all at once!" the smaller one tries to defend himself and takes his arms in front of him. "Bungler !! And that's my brother!You idiot! "Feith insults him at first about the first shock." Phew ... well, good. "Feith breathes out deeply." Then we just have to improvise. "He thinks aloud and strolls behind his desk again. Clark, his brother, sighs in relief on the couch with his colleagues. "Mh ... let's see.