So, today I have some time again and dedicate myself to black fate again.

Tenshi: Time? You always had time!

Ha ha, between the minutes or what? For me, time means not having to do anything for more than five minutes. Now I don't feel like physics anymore and that's why I'll be here again.

Tenshi: Thank you for this digression into the definition of "having time". Are we getting to the essentials?

No rush, as I said, we have time. * g * Actually, a lot of new parts are already ready, I just have to put them in, but I got completely sweaty. That is probably why my readers are running away from me. Maybe I should set up a notification system too.

@ Eagle-eye: * wink * nice that you are still loyal to me. You will have to wait a little longer for the Veggi-Ilea meeting. But Veggi in White has something for itself, I thought to myself too.Although red is not to be despised either.

@HexenLady: Thank you too for your loyalty and yes, yes, it goes on!



Black Fate

Part 13



Ilea stood alone, her heart pounding wildly, in the vestibule of the palace of Fusu-sei, her eyes fixed on the closed door in front of her. Outside stood the ship that was supposed to fly them to Vegeta-sei. The ship that will take me to my prison. , she thought with a shudder. The people who wanted to see their princess off were waiting at the door. That was probably the hardest task: step out smiling and stand proudly in the ship. Only a maid and her new bodyguard, consisting of 3 palace guards, would travel with her. She felt completely alone just thinking about it. A small consolation, however, was that she knew that in the belly of the huge spaceship there was Firestorm in a box to accompany her.

The princess was startled when suddenly the doors opened and the bright light flooded in through the widening gap. Her heart was beating faster and faster and it was as if it was threatening to jump out of her chest. She had had that feeling the last time, when she had to look into the eyes of death at Vegeta's hand. It was a physical fear that made her tremble and tremble. There was still time. She could still turn around and run away.

Ilea lowered her eyes and looked at the folds in her white skirt. She wouldn't do anything like that. A hand fell on her arm and Ilea looked up. Medaja stood next to her and smiled encouragingly at her. Together they walked the last bit to the door. As if crossing a magical border, marked by light and shadow, Ilea smiled when the first rays of sun touched her face. The people downstairs and in the yard cheered her. You, the messenger of peace. Wherever she looked, Ilea only saw smiling faces, so she too smiled, waved and was carefree.

She and her mother stopped at the bottom of the stairs. King Ardrin gave his daughter a solemn hug and wished her good luck. Medaja also hugged Ilea tightly and encouraged her. Thoari dutifully embraced the younger, but the embrace was only fleeting and cool. His grin made Ilea flare up anger, which briefly masked her fear. She quickly went to Luisandro, who kissed her on the forehead and also wished her all the best. Shortly before Ilea got in, she gave Thoari another venomous look and sent him a strong thought that even he could receive: Don't be too early. I'll make sure you never contaminate this throne and when it's the last thing I do.

His frightened look brought her little satisfaction. Together with her maid and the 3 bodyguards, she climbed into the steel colossus, the doors of which closed behind them. Ilea went straight to her room, locked the doors behind her, threw them on her bed and cried.About her lost home, her uprooted being and because of the chains that she now felt so clearly as if they were really around her wrists and ankles.



Vegeta stood rigidly at one of the large windows of his apartment and looked out. He had one fist clasped around a pendant that he always wore hidden under his GI on a simple chain. It had belonged to his mother. Vegeta couldn't remember when he got the gem from her rooms. It must have been shortly after her death. Holding a piece of ornate metal seemed silly to him, but something was preventing him from yanking it from his neck and throwing it away.

His gaze was fixed on the Vegeta-seis sky, where Vegas sickle stood pale and sick and seemed to be looking down at him. Today his fiancée was supposed to arrive. Why did that make him so nervous? Was it the word? "Fiancée" sounded so bound, so immutable.There was a slight rustling behind him, but the prince did not turn around. He knew it was his valet making the bed. Vegeta had slept badly that night, a circumstance which, besides loss of appetite, seemed extremely strange.

Slowly he turned and wandered restlessly around the room. Tales works in silence, but heeded his master's every move. He wasn't allowed to speak first, so he waited. Vegeta paced on. From the window to the closet, from there to the next window, to a sofa, to the bed and back to the window, then back to the closet. Restlessness wasn't really one of his characteristics.

Tales was half scared to death when Vegeta suddenly stood next to him and asked: "When is my fiancée expected." Swallowing the shock, the valet replied: "In the twelfth hour." At that moment there was a knock and a palace messenger appeared. "My prince, your presence is required in the throne room."With that he disappeared again. Vegeta snorted and left his rooms as well. With long strides he crossed the palace and arrived at the throne room. This he found strangely full.

From the uniforms he could tell that Saiyajins from Vega were also there. Only there was no trace of his father. He learned from another palace messenger that his father had left for one of the neighboring principalities at short notice and that he now had to run the business here. Sullen, Vegeta sat down on the throne and looked down at the crowd so darkly that no one dared to speak first. After a minute of gloomy silence, Vegeta finally growled, "So? What's going on?"

Now a vegan Saiyan took a step forward and saluted with his fist on his chest. “My prince, we had an escape from Vega.” Due to the prince's scowl, he hastened to add: “But we have arrested a suspect who must have helped the fugitives."

Vegeta Ouji rose slowly. "Why are you coming to Saiyanis with this? Aren't you able to decide what to do on your own?" He asked sullenly. With that he completely confused the other Saiyajins. Otherwise they would have to report everything that happened on Vega or Vegeta-sei immediately. Suddenly you should decide for yourself? What had got into the prince? But Vegeta had also noticed that his counter-question was causing confusion among his subordinates, so he sat down again and said: "Deal with the suspect as follows: interrogate her, torture her if necessary. Find out who else helped them. It has to give someone on the guard to help them. Find out his name. When you find him, bring him in to me. And leave the suspect alive. She should be brought up with me. "

The vegans saluted and left the throne room, leaving the Saiyajins of Vegeta-sei. "What else is it?" Vegeta wanted to know irritably.The arrival of his fiancée drew nearer and with it his irritability increased. The Saiyajins quickly withdrew from the throne room, the prince was left alone.



Fusu-sei's great ship landed in the Saiyanis spaceport. Very few spaceport personnel had time, so the greeting was less than when Ilea's last arrival on Vegeta-sei. The maid had put her in a long, white dress and completely veiled her. Ilea could see just about where to step without falling. Slowly she descended the long stairs from the ship. Again she received the hot, glistening light of the twin stars Vegeta-seis.

The small group stood around waiting, as it seemed as if no one had known of their arrival today. There was no means of transport and no escort either. Only now had a message been sent to the palace that the princess had arrived and that a sedan chair and an escort should be sent.

After the ship left, the Saiyajins of the port returned to their work and the small group of Fusu-sei stood waiting in the scorching heat. A light wind drove the rust-red sand in front of it. The fine grains penetrated clothing and adhered to the skin. Waiting became a torture. Ilea kept walking around among her unloaded belongings, running her hand over the familiar chests or standing in the firestorm and stroking it soothingly. She was homesick now.

After an almost endless wait, a litter appeared in the distance, carried by the four-legged creatures, accompanied by a group of Saiyajins, all of whom scowled. Without saying many words, the Saiyajins grabbed the luggage. Ilea tied Markalor to the litter, then she got in and it went to Saiyanis at a brisk pace. Ilea found the city busier this time than on her last visit. There was a lot of activity in the center.She noticed that most of the male Saiyajins were all walking around in some kind of uniform. Some women also wore these uniforms, but there were also some among them who were dressed in loose gray or brown robes. But most of them wore short skirts and skimpy or no tops at all. Ilea hoped she would never have to go out of the house dressed like that.

The entourage quickly approached the palace on the steep road. They were stopped at the gate. The gate guard came to the litter and opened the curtains. "Who are you and what do you want in the Saiyanis palace?" The Saiyan asked unkindly. Ilea's maid replied angrily: "How do you talk to your future queen? This is the princess of Fusu-sei!" The Saiyajin