I want to thank Rogue for beta-reading. Wow, you did really a very good job
*looks at her with big eyes*, it sounds so much better like this, thanks.
And yes, I understand what you mean, you are right, I try to do my best...
*Scratches the back of her head* (Goku style)
@Kewla: it's definitely a yes (coming later)
@Vegeta-lover: glad you like it
@Anime no Oujo: hmm.., not exactly, but see yourself
@Elanya: thanx again
@Goku Mum: I know it, many questions, I try to explain things soon
@Kiarene: hope it's still kinda interesting
@Sakura: Danke für das Kompliment! *knuddel*
The prince of all Saiyajins
He winced when he heard painful cries: "STOP!" and in a much lower voice "Please stop!".
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Vegeta was standing in a familiar room of the huge style and dimensions of Vegeta-sei. He walked through the room to a door that appeared rather small in relation to
the extreme height of the room. Though, when standing in front of it, it was twice as big as the prince himself. He pushed a small button and the door opened slowly with a characteristic humming. The prince stepped through and
wasn't surprised at all to find himself being in the kitchen of Goku's loft. He was hungry so he naturally opened the fridge. It was quite empty, but behind some tuna-fish cans he discovered some sort of roasted meat. 'Why haven't I seen this before?', he thought. He took the meat contentedly and walked back to the other room, but it wasn't the room it had been before. He headed back into the kitchen and looked around, finally seeing a second door, he must have overlooked before. He stepped through and stood at the beginning of a long corridor that curved to the left so he couldn't see the end. He walked further and further and the more he walked the more light he felt and the more the outlines of the corridor became blurred and threatened to vanish. "NO!" Vegeta had a very bad premonition and walked back in the direction he had come from. After a while he quickened his pace and then nearly started to run but it was difficult because the increasing weightlessness was lifting him more and more off the floor. The prince knew exactly what would come next.
He would suffocate.
"Stop! Please stop." he cried into the darkness that was building around him. He woke up the moment the words had erupted from deep inside. He recovered quickly this time, breathing deeply in and out. Though it was painful, Vegeta didn't want to let go of the dream and replayed it before his inner eye. He wanted to keep the memory of the room on Vegeta-sei, catch the smell, the sounds, the colors. For only a moment the images of the dream were still vivid, but they faded all too quickly. His eyes were still shut, but his surroundings crowded in on him inexorably. He felt the much too soft mattress, in which he sank further with every little shift of his body. He heard a faint 'tick tick tick' and became aware of the daylight, yet it was not brightness from the sun shining. It had felt so real, but now with clear thought it was impossible to bring this feeling back. It faded away.
Vegeta noticed that he had his knees drawn up to his chest. He stretched his legs and turned around to lie on his back, slowly opening his eyes. A white ceiling and a playful lamp shade that didn't match the functional and modern furnishings of Goku's apartment came into his field of vision. He sensed quickly for Kakarotto, and found him near, maybe in the living-room. He made an effort to hear something but apart from the monotonous ticking, he heard
nothing. 'How long had he slept? It couldn't have been long.' He wondered if he had cried out loud in his dream, but he did not think he had.
It was strange. It was the first time he had dreamed of Vegeta-sei, since it had happened a year ago. Though he feared his dreams, they were the only way to bring back images long had forgotten that were slumbering in his sub-consciousness.
When *it* happened, he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes. He wished he had.
The extinction of his home planet.
In a strange way he thought that he owed it to his people, but he hadn't even been near. He owed it to them to watch and suffer, suffer like they had suffered. It was the least he could have done and he felt guilty that he hadn't. Perhaps it also would have helped him to realize. He couldn't even find the damn words to describe it or maybe he just didn't want to. Words make things appear so final and unchangeable.
It was so quiet here. It resembled the silence you experienced when traveling in a space pod, but even then you could hear a sonorous rushing and from time to time some beeping noises. He missed the familiar sounds that always had accompanied him, silence had been rare on Vegeta-sei. He had such a feeling of loss, he felt so empty, he never thought he would feel this way. He also never ever had thought that things could change so easily
and so fast. It shouldn't have happened. This cruel twist of fate should *not* have happened. His future had lain clearly in front of him. And now what did he have?
He didn't know why he always had the feeling to suffocate in his dreams. He had never had a similar experience in real life.
Why couldn't he simply sleep. His arms and legs felt so heavy. They were lying limply beside him as if they didn't even belong to him. It was like each and every single day of the past year had settled onto his shoulders like a heavy weight. He yearned to sleep, to sleep and never wake up. He had been tired all through this last year. His current injuries and pain only intensified his condition. They also seemed to affect his dreams. Why couldn't he give in into his dreams and stop breathing instead of fearing it and struggling against it? Why of all people was *he* living and...
Kakarotto was swirling in his mind. Vegeta still could laugh about that irony! Perhaps the last Saiyajin apart from him was standing there in front
of him and this man had not the faintest idea about being a Saiyajin. A nice twist of fate or a nice game that someone had thought of while in a playful mood.
The prince, now, meant to know if the other really didn't know who he was, and therefore he didn't know him, the prince. It was something in the other's eyes or something about his reactions that finally had convinced the prince. He was suspicious about everyone and everything, but here, here was
something that made him lower his barriers. 'But, why didn't he know? You never forget who you are.'
He never would have talked to this Saiyajin, if the situation had been different. He never would have met him And the 'little Saiyajin' wasn't the least bit grateful.
'You are trapped in *damn* emotions, you're idealizing things. You are acting like you have never seen a Saiyajin before.' Vegeta thought to himself. 'Would you ever have asked this Saiyajin for help a year ago, why are you doing it now?'
But he had to admit, in favor of himself, that when asking for help he actually hadn't known that the Saiyajin was in such a state of silly unawareness. Yes, his power level had been very low, in regard to a Saiyajin. He should have been suspicious but it was always possible that the other was hiding his power.
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After the cries had broken through the silence Goku had stopped in his movement and listened attentively, but he only had heard silence and sounds
he never had paid attention to. He was aware of every little creaking of the parquet floor that was caused by his movements. His nerves were stretched to the limit. Goku forced himself to sit back on his heels and to relax. Why was he reacting in such a way? Fear?
Fear of what? Fear of hearing something that he didn't want to hear?
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Vegeta thought about what he should do now. Did he feel better after the short sleep? No! Get up, but he had just gone to bed? Try again to sleep? He felt wide awake and tired at the same time. But he had to admit the warmth in the bed was pleasant.
Nevertheless the prince decided to get up. First he needed something new to wear, because he couldn't put on his old torn clothes. He walked into Goku's closet to look for suitable pants. One side of the small room was completely occupied with suits that were hanging nice and neatly next to each other, being arranged after the color ranging from black to blue. The other side was reserved for shirts and ties and at the floor were standing many pairs of black shoes. Vegeta was used to wear tight-fitting but comfortable clothes of a soft and thin stretch material. He found another sort of blue pants but the fabric was hard and rigid. Finally he was contented with a pair of training pants similar to those Goku was wearing.
Stepping out of the room he couldn't avoid to catch a side-glance at his reflection in the large mirror, that was put up at the back wall of the room. 'You look awful.' he thought. 'What a sad picture of a prince.'
He walked over to the living-room. Goku had heard the footsteps of the man and had jumped up, hiding the door keys he finally had found behind the side-board in his pocket. Now he was standing expectantly in the middle of the room. Goku's first focus was the tail that was coiled securely around the prince's waist. He then noticed that the Saiyajin was wearing some of his track-suit bottoms, only bare tiptoes looking out under the too
long pants.
The prince silently walked to one of the armchairs and sat down. Goku became aware that he himself must expose the same sight as the other, since he had
took off the T-shirt. He felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to leave the room to get a new shirt. He *hated* it when this stranger just stared at him without saying anything, so he decided to go on to the offensive.
"You say you know me?" he asked.
"No, I don't."
"So I know you?"
"No."
'Hm..' Goku paused confused. 'Wasn't this man contradicting himself? Hadn't he called him *Kakarotto* and *little Saiyajin*. Did he remember the words right'?
@Kewla: it's definitely a yes (coming later)
@Vegeta-lover: glad you like it
@Anime no Oujo: hmm.., not exactly, but see yourself
@Elanya: thanx again
@Goku Mum: I know it, many questions, I try to explain things soon
@Kiarene: hope it's still kinda interesting
@Sakura: Danke für das Kompliment! *knuddel*
The prince of all Saiyajins
He winced when he heard painful cries: "STOP!" and in a much lower voice "Please stop!".
====================
Vegeta was standing in a familiar room of the huge style and dimensions of Vegeta-sei. He walked through the room to a door that appeared rather small in relation to
the extreme height of the room. Though, when standing in front of it, it was twice as big as the prince himself. He pushed a small button and the door opened slowly with a characteristic humming. The prince stepped through and
wasn't surprised at all to find himself being in the kitchen of Goku's loft. He was hungry so he naturally opened the fridge. It was quite empty, but behind some tuna-fish cans he discovered some sort of roasted meat. 'Why haven't I seen this before?', he thought. He took the meat contentedly and walked back to the other room, but it wasn't the room it had been before. He headed back into the kitchen and looked around, finally seeing a second door, he must have overlooked before. He stepped through and stood at the beginning of a long corridor that curved to the left so he couldn't see the end. He walked further and further and the more he walked the more light he felt and the more the outlines of the corridor became blurred and threatened to vanish. "NO!" Vegeta had a very bad premonition and walked back in the direction he had come from. After a while he quickened his pace and then nearly started to run but it was difficult because the increasing weightlessness was lifting him more and more off the floor. The prince knew exactly what would come next.
He would suffocate.
"Stop! Please stop." he cried into the darkness that was building around him. He woke up the moment the words had erupted from deep inside. He recovered quickly this time, breathing deeply in and out. Though it was painful, Vegeta didn't want to let go of the dream and replayed it before his inner eye. He wanted to keep the memory of the room on Vegeta-sei, catch the smell, the sounds, the colors. For only a moment the images of the dream were still vivid, but they faded all too quickly. His eyes were still shut, but his surroundings crowded in on him inexorably. He felt the much too soft mattress, in which he sank further with every little shift of his body. He heard a faint 'tick tick tick' and became aware of the daylight, yet it was not brightness from the sun shining. It had felt so real, but now with clear thought it was impossible to bring this feeling back. It faded away.
Vegeta noticed that he had his knees drawn up to his chest. He stretched his legs and turned around to lie on his back, slowly opening his eyes. A white ceiling and a playful lamp shade that didn't match the functional and modern furnishings of Goku's apartment came into his field of vision. He sensed quickly for Kakarotto, and found him near, maybe in the living-room. He made an effort to hear something but apart from the monotonous ticking, he heard
nothing. 'How long had he slept? It couldn't have been long.' He wondered if he had cried out loud in his dream, but he did not think he had.
It was strange. It was the first time he had dreamed of Vegeta-sei, since it had happened a year ago. Though he feared his dreams, they were the only way to bring back images long had forgotten that were slumbering in his sub-consciousness.
When *it* happened, he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes. He wished he had.
The extinction of his home planet.
In a strange way he thought that he owed it to his people, but he hadn't even been near. He owed it to them to watch and suffer, suffer like they had suffered. It was the least he could have done and he felt guilty that he hadn't. Perhaps it also would have helped him to realize. He couldn't even find the damn words to describe it or maybe he just didn't want to. Words make things appear so final and unchangeable.
It was so quiet here. It resembled the silence you experienced when traveling in a space pod, but even then you could hear a sonorous rushing and from time to time some beeping noises. He missed the familiar sounds that always had accompanied him, silence had been rare on Vegeta-sei. He had such a feeling of loss, he felt so empty, he never thought he would feel this way. He also never ever had thought that things could change so easily
and so fast. It shouldn't have happened. This cruel twist of fate should *not* have happened. His future had lain clearly in front of him. And now what did he have?
He didn't know why he always had the feeling to suffocate in his dreams. He had never had a similar experience in real life.
Why couldn't he simply sleep. His arms and legs felt so heavy. They were lying limply beside him as if they didn't even belong to him. It was like each and every single day of the past year had settled onto his shoulders like a heavy weight. He yearned to sleep, to sleep and never wake up. He had been tired all through this last year. His current injuries and pain only intensified his condition. They also seemed to affect his dreams. Why couldn't he give in into his dreams and stop breathing instead of fearing it and struggling against it? Why of all people was *he* living and...
Kakarotto was swirling in his mind. Vegeta still could laugh about that irony! Perhaps the last Saiyajin apart from him was standing there in front
of him and this man had not the faintest idea about being a Saiyajin. A nice twist of fate or a nice game that someone had thought of while in a playful mood.
The prince, now, meant to know if the other really didn't know who he was, and therefore he didn't know him, the prince. It was something in the other's eyes or something about his reactions that finally had convinced the prince. He was suspicious about everyone and everything, but here, here was
something that made him lower his barriers. 'But, why didn't he know? You never forget who you are.'
He never would have talked to this Saiyajin, if the situation had been different. He never would have met him And the 'little Saiyajin' wasn't the least bit grateful.
'You are trapped in *damn* emotions, you're idealizing things. You are acting like you have never seen a Saiyajin before.' Vegeta thought to himself. 'Would you ever have asked this Saiyajin for help a year ago, why are you doing it now?'
But he had to admit, in favor of himself, that when asking for help he actually hadn't known that the Saiyajin was in such a state of silly unawareness. Yes, his power level had been very low, in regard to a Saiyajin. He should have been suspicious but it was always possible that the other was hiding his power.
====================
After the cries had broken through the silence Goku had stopped in his movement and listened attentively, but he only had heard silence and sounds
he never had paid attention to. He was aware of every little creaking of the parquet floor that was caused by his movements. His nerves were stretched to the limit. Goku forced himself to sit back on his heels and to relax. Why was he reacting in such a way? Fear?
Fear of what? Fear of hearing something that he didn't want to hear?
====================
Vegeta thought about what he should do now. Did he feel better after the short sleep? No! Get up, but he had just gone to bed? Try again to sleep? He felt wide awake and tired at the same time. But he had to admit the warmth in the bed was pleasant.
Nevertheless the prince decided to get up. First he needed something new to wear, because he couldn't put on his old torn clothes. He walked into Goku's closet to look for suitable pants. One side of the small room was completely occupied with suits that were hanging nice and neatly next to each other, being arranged after the color ranging from black to blue. The other side was reserved for shirts and ties and at the floor were standing many pairs of black shoes. Vegeta was used to wear tight-fitting but comfortable clothes of a soft and thin stretch material. He found another sort of blue pants but the fabric was hard and rigid. Finally he was contented with a pair of training pants similar to those Goku was wearing.
Stepping out of the room he couldn't avoid to catch a side-glance at his reflection in the large mirror, that was put up at the back wall of the room. 'You look awful.' he thought. 'What a sad picture of a prince.'
He walked over to the living-room. Goku had heard the footsteps of the man and had jumped up, hiding the door keys he finally had found behind the side-board in his pocket. Now he was standing expectantly in the middle of the room. Goku's first focus was the tail that was coiled securely around the prince's waist. He then noticed that the Saiyajin was wearing some of his track-suit bottoms, only bare tiptoes looking out under the too
long pants.
The prince silently walked to one of the armchairs and sat down. Goku became aware that he himself must expose the same sight as the other, since he had
took off the T-shirt. He felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to leave the room to get a new shirt. He *hated* it when this stranger just stared at him without saying anything, so he decided to go on to the offensive.
"You say you know me?" he asked.
"No, I don't."
"So I know you?"
"No."
'Hm..' Goku paused confused. 'Wasn't this man contradicting himself? Hadn't he called him *Kakarotto* and *little Saiyajin*. Did he remember the words right'?