didn’t make a face and looked at Ilea’s luggage. Then he laughed uproariously, let go of the curtain and shouted something to Saiyago. Ilea was shocked at how well she understood him. The gate opened and the group moved on into the second courtyard of the castle.

Ilea and the maid got out and no one greeted them here either. But Ilea felt all too clearly that they were being watched. Protected by her veil, she searched the windows above her and finally thought she saw a shadow behind you. The prince? At that moment a side door opened and the valet, whom Ilea knew from her last visit, stepped out. However, she did not remember his name.

The Saiyajin bowed and said: "Welcome princess. I am Tales, the prince's valet and I am supposed to show you your rooms." Ilea stepped up to him and slowly took off her white gloves. It was customary on Fusu-sei for higher-ranking ladies to be kissed, but Ilea didn't think the young valet knew that. She was all the more surprised when Tales actually took her hand and suggested a kiss. "Thank you. But first I would like to have my Myela taken care of. I wrote to Cor Vegeta that I would bring one with me."Tales nodded and then waved.

Suddenly a child was there and Tales said something in Saiyago, but so quickly that Ilea couldn't understand a word. The boy ran to Firestorm, untied him and led the big stallion away. Ilea was briefly worried that the child could not hold him, but then she remembered the strength of the Saiyajins and turned back to the valet. "Well, then show me my rooms now." Tales nodded and asked her to follow him.

They entered the palace through the small side entrance. As if we were servants. , Ilea thought angrily, but was silent. They climbed a narrow, winding staircase and then crossed a long, glass corridor that connected two towers. From this corridor one had a fantastic view of Saiyanis and the surrounding area. They went through a door into the other tower and went down a little again until another door opened on the right. Through this they came into a corridor from which several rooms led off.Tales opened one and said: "So, this whole wing is now your realm."

Ilea walked past him into the spacious, bright room. Southwest facing and with many windows through which Korsa and Rirsa sent their rays. It was accordingly warm. On the narrow side was a large bed with a canopy made of solid, dark wood. Under one of the windows was a desk made of the same wood, opposite a dressing table. Light-colored parquet lay on the floor. I need a carpet. , was Ilea's first thought, then she turned to Tales: "You can go. Thank you for the time being." Tales quietly disappeared.

Finally Ilea could lift her veil and take it off. Next she opened one of the floor-to-ceiling windows wide and let in the light wind. It was just as warm outside as inside, and Ilea's face was shiny with sweat. Now she knew why the women here wore so little and she almost wished she had her wardrobe for this planet too."Caý Cori? Do you still need my services? If not, I would unpack your things."

Ilea replied without turning around: "No, I don't need anything. Go ahead." With that, the maid disappeared quietly. Ilea was left alone. She looked down wearily at the city. Could Saiyanis ever be as colorful as Geldor was at the many festivals? Did the Saiyans even have festivals? At the time, Saiyanis looked lively and busy, but there was nothing colorful. The many houses were all earth-colored and hardly stood out from the red sand of the surrounding area. Monotony wherever she looked.

Ilea's gaze wandered to the pale blue sky. Did it ever rain here? The twin star burned relentlessly on the arid planet as if it harbored a long grudge against Vegeta-was. Certainly the suns did not allow clouds. Ilea could even remember the names of the suns: Korsa and Rirsa. Actually sonorous and at the same time so deadly. It was said that you couldn't survive a day in the desert beyond the inhabited areas.

There was a knock. Startled, Ilea pulled the veil half over her face before she called softly: "Come in." Saiyago called. The door opened a crack and the stooped figure of Leora stepped through the door. As soon as she closed the door again, Ilea let her veil fall and smiled friendly at the old woman. In her own language she said: "Oh Leora, finally a familiar face on this terrible planet", and hurried to meet the other. Leora bowed politely and whispered: "Cori Ilea, you should only speak to Saiyago here. The walls have ears."

Ilea looked around and then, still in Fusu, replied: "My Saiyago is pathetic." Leora smiled. In Saiyago she said: “If you speak the language a lot, you will learn it.” Ilea frowned unwillingly, but then nodded. Leora took the princess's hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. "Thank you for helping me.", Ilea tried. Leora laughed. "Help.We still have to practice a little before the celebration. ", she corrected and pulled Ilea with her onto an upholstered window sill in a niche next to the bed. They started talking in Saiyago. Ilea asked questions about Vegeta-sei, Leora corrected and answered them. Later Leora asked Ilea about her old home out and Ilea became more confident in the unfamiliar language of the Saiyajins.

Rirsa hurried ahead of his brother towards the horizon and soon his bright yellow disk touched the mountains to the west. No sooner had Rirsa disappeared than the soft orange light of Corsa spread over the land and it became noticeably colder. Ilea got up and closed the window. For a moment she paused behind the window and watched the course of Corsica as he too slowly walked towards the horizon. The mountains to the west seemed to glow when it finally went down. Vegeta-sei's sky turned as rusty red as the desert and the houses. All of this only reinforced the terrible impression of monotony and reawakened Ilea's crushing feeling of homesickness.

No sooner had Korsa disappeared, the sickle of Vega appeared in the sky, which had probably been there all along, but obscured by the light of the suns. "Sit down with me again, child, and don't worry about Fusu-sei.", She heard Leora. She only vaguely recognized the old woman against the darkening sky. Ilea went to the desk and picked up the lamp that was on it. From her last visit she remembered how to light it. So she took the ball out and shook it a little. It immediately flared orange and Ilea carried it into the window niche.



Fai opened her burning eyelids a crack and tried to remember what had happened. There was not a corner of her body that she did not feel painfully. The yellow light of a flare stung her eyes unpleasantly and she heard voices dully. Slowly she also became aware of the dragging pain in her abdomen. Where was she? The last thing she could remember was the brief, lightning-like pain and then deep darkness.As in a dream, she had perceived people, but hardly realized them.

Memories of numbing pain, malicious devices, and questions came back slowly. Did she say something? Had she betrayed him ? Using all her strength, she turned her head so that she could roughly see where she was. From the silvery shimmering walls she recognized that she was probably deep in the mountain in one of the least-used prisoners' quarters. The voices came from two guards. What did they fear?

Groaning, Fai rolled over on his side and pushed himself up. Her hair and parts of her skin were stuck to her dried blood on the floor. With a jerk she freed herself. The two guards paid her no heed. Fai, on the other hand, eyed her very carefully, but to her chagrin there was no one she knew.

A hiss caused them to throw themselves back on the floor, because in the next moment the room was bathed in glaring light and a pressure wave tore at Fai's hair and clothes.No sooner did she calm down than she jumped up regardless of the stabbing pain in her muscles and looked around. The two guards had disappeared and there was a hole in the grille of their cell. Without thinking twice, Fai climbed out and only then looked around for the source of her release. But there was no one to be seen, which Fai didn't care, because at the moment she had other worries. This energy had certainly not gone unnoticed, so it was now important for her to get out of here quickly.

Pressed against the wall of the cell wing, she first slipped out into a side corridor and from there into one of the main tubes. Today a transport was supposed to go down to Vegeta-sei. If she was lucky, she could fly down with it, hide, lick her wounds, and wait. Fai was reluctant to think, but she felt every step like a torturous agony and actually dragged herself forward more than she ran.

At that moment the siren boomed, which they had heard far too often in the past few days. Outbreak.Her disappearance had been discovered sooner than she would have liked. If she ran to the hangars now, they would surely be caught, because that is where they would start looking. But on the surface it seemed infinitely far away, and she had forgotten who was on watch today. Actually, she didn't even know what day it was. Discouraged, she sank down against the wall, almost hoping they might find her. Then she heard steps.

Her old ambition seized her and forced her back to her feet. She darted into the shadows just as a search party passed the corridor and then disappeared again. Fai took a deep breath and walked away in the opposite direction. After a short thought, she made the decision to simply tackle the way up. Ferasta's daughter didn't let herself get down so quickly.



TO BE CONTINUED



Promised! It goes on, for sure! Granted, the part wasn't really long. I beg your pardon.Stay with me and still write me a few clerks, even if I post so irregularly.

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