choice but to die, they joined him. <br />
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In the following 5 months the nine fighters trained, because at least Lunch and Bulma had almost no idea about fighting. They had used combat tricks against the Saiyajins that they had copied from their friends, and they had actually been guided by their newfound instinct, but that would no longer be enough for them to conquer planets.After their training, another year passed in which they used their skills, without exception successfully. So Freezer gave them a completely different mission, not fighting, but negotiating. Of course, they were the stronger and would probably set almost all conditions. However, they shouldn't underestimate their opponents either; you never really knew how strong they were, and especially their king seemed extremely intelligent and a good strategist. But King Vegeta would have to face nine Saiyajins of that kind. <br />
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“Ah, finally solid ground under your feet again!” Bulma stretched herself extensively, after all, she and her friends had spent the last two months in artificial sleep. Lunch came up to her. “That's a totally dusty lump of rock, isn't it?” “You're right!” <br />
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"H-hm" A taller man cleared his throat behind the two of them. He had noticed the derogatory remark about his home planet, as well as the fact that there were Saiyajins standing before him.`Where did Freezer pick them up? They are definitely mixed race. He grinned in his mind. Half-bloods were weak and could never take on purebred Saiyajins. Did Freezer think that these nine joke characters could rip off the Saiyajin realm? `He's getting more idiotic every day! `<br />
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King Vegeta stepped out of the adjacent building towards the landing area. Before he turned to his guest, however, he addressed Nappa. "What is it? Don't you want our guests in?" The king of the Saiyajins had turned around and looked into the face of a young woman whom he had kept in good memory. Bulma, one of these transformed people was actually one of Freezer's envoys ?! He just wanted to forget the worst that had to do with her. It was she who had defeated him, the King of the Saiyans. Defeated and left alive, as it was the greatest shame for him.<br />
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Bulma only acknowledged the king's horrified expression with a haughty and arrogant smile. She headed for the king, her squadron closely following her. "So you see each other again, eh?" The words were less addressed to King Vegeta than to Nappa, who broke out in a sweat at that very moment. He had already been battered on earth, and Bulma's gaze spoke for itself. . . he would be again. <br />
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Before he could evade, Nappa was thrown against the nearest wall by a blow. King Vegeta did nothing about it. Not so much out of fear, his thirst for revenge could hardly be quenched, but he did not want to burden his relationship with Freezer unnecessarily. Should Nappa die in the process. . . not much would be lost either. <br />
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He did not die, but to his shame he had to let the doctors help him to get up at all. Depending on the circumstances, he spent the next few hours in the meditank.<br />
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Bulma, Lunch and Chichi meanwhile spent their time in a splendidly equipped bathroom; they had let themselves be advised not to start negotiations until the next day. It had its good points too. Despite the fact that they were very high in Freezer's favor, there were no such perks as a real bathroom. He had smiled once at Bulma's question and said that then everyone would insist on their special requests and that morality and discipline would be completely overturned. From this point of view, the three women enjoyed the steamy bath. <br />
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King Vegeta meanwhile moved towards the training hall of his son and Kakarotts, as if there could be no other place where he could communicate important decisions to the prince. As he had done two years ago, he stopped in front of the front door and took another breath. It wouldn't be easy, but if he could convince Vegeta of his idea, the Saiyajins would live far more freely.Why did Freezer necessarily have to come to their territory? Weren't there enough other kingdoms that he could get hold of first? `No! 'The King's mind instinctively intervened. `He chose this area on purpose. Just to point out a certain king. `King Vegeta sighed and then entered. <br />
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Vegeta and Kakarott were fighting each other at the moment, but this scramble was less intended to show their own strength, but more to express their own eloquence in matters of insult. But nothing was meant seriously here. Sure, they both noticed that the king had come, touching auras was no longer a problem for them, but you should only interrupt a fight if it was important. Vegeta's father stood a little to one side and then started. "Vegeta, Kakarott, it is important, stop fighting!" Immediately their wrangling stopped and they both went to the king.Kakarott looked inquiringly. "Yes, it hits you too, kid," said King Vegeta and sighed again. His plan was brilliant, no doubt, but if the two young men in front of him didn't go along with it, it wouldn't even come about. <br />
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“Do you remember the people who changed and who we never saw again?” The prince raised an eyebrow. Should he be. . .? "The look on your face speaks for you, Vegeta. Right, I found them. To be honest, they are even on this planet. The only problem is that they are Freezer's ambassadors." "What?" out to the prince. “And what will happen to my revenge? The woman has ridiculed all Saiyajins!” Only Kakarott's eyes brightened. He was glad to see his friends again, even if they probably couldn't talk to each other. Not even the most experienced lords were allowed to attend the meetings with Freezer, so why should an 18-year-old Saiyajin, who was recently made a noble, attend?<br />
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Kakarott's look turned serious again, he knew how Vegeta would react if he caught him looking forward to it. <br />
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King Vegeta continued. "There is a way you can take revenge on her and at the same time prevent my planet from falling under Freezer's rule." Vegeta folded his arms and scowled. He did not miss 'mine'. He was supposed to be doing the dirty work for his father again. `One day he'll pay for every meanness he can bet on! "" And what does this path look like? "<br />
Outside the training hall there was only an incredibly loud “What?!?” From the prince, and the next moment something slammed against the wall. In the hall itself it was easy to see what, or rather who had been thrown against the wall. And almost at the same moment Vegeta stood in front of the imprint on the wall and his father, grabbed him by the front of his breastplate and yelled at him."You don't mean that, do you?" King Vegeta smiled pained. "Think about it, there is no other solution." Vegeta dropped his father. “This moment is one of the few times when I curse being a prince!” King Vegeta looked interested. Those were completely new tones. "Would you prefer a normal one...?" Vegeta gave his father a haughty grin. “I curse to be a prince instead of a king!” Defiantly he walked away. <br />
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Kakarott looked at King Vegeta. “And should we really do that?” The king nodded. "It's the only way, even if it's the most dangerous." "Aha ..." Kakarott frowned. Why dangerous? King Vegeta seemed to foresee the young lord's question. “Don't ask, and rather troll!” Still looking thoughtful, he too left the training hall and went to his room. <br />
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TBC !!! <br />
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So, and for all of you there is now a little preview of the next chapter!Man, that cost me nerves and an effort! <br />
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She spun around, took up a fighting stance, and saw him lying on the ground, holding his stomach in pain. "Ouch! My goodness, you have become strong!" <br />
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Why should she? After overcoming her initial shock, she realized that he was good at kissing. Damn good actually. <br />
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"Well, there are only a few Namekians left, as the planet will soon go under. It is said of these Namekians that they can do magic and have an animal that can fulfill their every wish. Apparently even the dead should be able to live with it again." <br />
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The preview gets even nastier, right? <br />
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Should I? <br />
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I have to? <br />
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Alright! <br />
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I get a pickup ??? * beg * <br />