Chapter: Dragon Ball After Future

So, here's another new idea of ​​mine that I put on paper. So to speak, as a compensation for the I-Test. But it is only available once
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Dragon Ball After Future
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Dende had grown old. He stood on the edge of the platform on which his palace stood. He had lived on earth for over three hundred years now, he did not know his exact age, so he should have done the math. Apart from Piccolo, none of Group Z was alive anymore. But Dende had a far bigger problem. His end was nigh, he would probably die in the next few years, and he still hadn’t found a successor. Namek couldn't reach Dende, only Bulma could have built a spaceship, but she was dead a long time ago. He wasn't able to use the momentary teleportation either, so a Namekian fell out as a god. But he wasn't sure whether there would even be a human being who would take on the role of God.Down on earth it was almost no longer possible to live. People were only driven by greed, the only principle that still applied was: become the hunter or be the hunted! No, if someone like that became God, the earth would be completely lost. There was something else that made it impossible for people to become God. They were far too weak physically. The days of the great fighters were long gone, now there was fighting with weapons. The only martial artists left weren't half as strong as Yamcha was in his best days. What should become of the earth? Dende walked away from the edge of the platform, back into the palace. He would go to earth tomorrow and look for suitable candidates.
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"... declared his independence." Sylvia was at school as she did every morning. In their time, that was by no means normal, because only the children of rich or aristocratic people actually went to school.Sylvia's mother had once been the richest woman in the world; she had made her money with her gun company. Her father had never had anything to say in the company, nor did he want to, he had his government post, which cost him enough time. Sylvia was very happy until the day her parents died. They were traveling together and were killed by their mother's rival. After this assassination, Sylvia came to her grandmother, where she was pampered from top to bottom to comfort her loss. She was very satisfied with what she had, but actually she had never really been able to cope with the death of her parents. She was now seventeen years old, and the attack was nine years ago. Your grandmother has always had a preference for the magical or the supernatural. She was one of the few people who believed in God at all. Sylvia couldn't do that at first, but by now she found it was a good way to get worries off your mind.<br />
* Driiiiing * Finally the school bell rang for the fifth hour, her favorite subject, throwing exercises. Many subjects from the old days were preserved, but some had to give way to new, more important ones. History, math, sports, all of that remained, because a good ruler or entrepreneur had to be very knowledgeable about such things. But there were also new subjects, such as throwing exercises. The young people there learned how to handle firearms, because in an emergency they could not only rely on their bodyguards, they also had to be able to shoot themselves. These weapons were used like a normal pistol, but instead of bullets, radiation was fired. As always, Sylvia achieved the best result of all today. She was very ambitious in what she did. Whatever she did, she considered carefully, if that was possible. What did not suit her, she let stay. She was also very athletic, but more interested in martial arts.She also thought carefully about her safety, because you never knew whether you had a traitor in your own ranks or not.
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The most dangerous thing about this city, however, was that there was no demarcation between noble and more banal parts of the city. The houses had all been built uniformly, there were only a few larger and safer buildings in between. That made it easy to plan an ambush. Sylvia always ran home; this distance was easier to cover on foot than a laborious one with one of the transporters. Like almost everyone else, she wore a thrower on her thigh that was fastened with a belt. Attacks were constantly happening around her, and there was almost no day on which she did not witness at least two attacks. But that was part of everyday life. Those who took care of the victims of such disasters usually followed them quickly to their deaths. Two dozen attacks had already been carried out on Sylvia herself, no wonder she would soon inherit her parents' property, but each time she managed to save herself thanks to her skills in handling the thrower.No one who had carried out an attack on her had gotten away unscathed, on the contrary, most of them were killed by her.
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Sylvia had always felt she was being followed. Your feeling shouldn't disappoint. She was crossing an intersection when fire opened on her. Her reflexes saved her over to the next side of the street, but there was only one van there to hide behind. Not a particularly safe place. If the car's tank were hit, Sylvia was unlikely to survive the explosion. The fire on them intensified. She drew her own launcher and shot back. Passers-by ran away as fast as they could. Much too late, she only noticed that one of the attackers was making his way behind her. The general panic made sure that he didn't attract any further attention. He aimed his launcher at Sylvia and fired a volley. Sylvia was sure she wouldn't survive this time when something was keeping the fire off.It was diverted by other fire from a launcher. Sylvia didn't think long about who had just saved her, she fired her gun at the assassin who almost killed her. Without being able to do anything, he was hit directly in the face, the whole head was gone. The rest of the man fell over. Apparently he was the boss of the assassins, because the others withdrew. Number 25 thought Sylvia and wanted to go on. Then she saw someone standing in the street who looked very little like a human. The strange stranger had wrinkled, green skin, his ears were very large and pointed and he was bald. The clothes of this being were also very strange, they just didn't fit into this time. The stranger turned to Sylvia and walked towards her. Somehow she sensed that this being did not want to harm her, and stopped. The creature took her arm and Sylvia felt a comforting warmth flow through her.Only now did she see that her arm must have been injured, but miraculously the wound had already healed. Sylvia hardly felt the pain anymore. The stranger spoke to her. "My name is Dende and I would like to ask you to come with me, I have an important question to ask you!" Sylvia nodded, but she didn't quite understand what was happening to her. Dende took her around his waist and, as incredible as it seemed to her, he flew with her without any aids. Sylvia was amazed. This stranger looks very different from a human and he can fly without anything. I have to dream that. “No, you are definitely not dreaming.” So he could read minds too. Sylvia didn't pay much attention to where they were going, she just enjoyed the feeling of being free. Dende didn't ask questions while they were flying, so Sylvia fell asleep at some point.
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She woke up in a simple bed that was in a very large room. Again this dende came to her and showed her the way outside.Once there, she couldn't help screaming, there was another stranger like that. But he was much taller than Dende. With a grin, Dende said: "This is Piccolo. But I wanted to ask you something much more important. I am known as God on earth." Again she could not suppress an outcry. "Calm down. Even gods have to die at some point and I have not yet found a successor. In my opinion, you are the only one who is suitable. But before" "What before?" Sylvia was sure that she was just imagining it , that's why she did what she wanted. "Your physical strength must be strengthened beforehand, because with the strength you have at the moment, you would not make a particularly good god."
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So it was that Sylvia von Piccolo improved her basic knowledge of martial arts. Soon she was able to conquer the Quince Tower without any problems. At some point she wasn't so sure anymore that she was imagining it.She looked once more over the edge of the platform of Dende's palace and looked at her hometown. Sylvia felt much more comfortable with the two Namekians than with her grandmother. Here she was treated as a meanwhile adult, her grandmother probably never would have done that. She was sure it couldn't be a dream. Dende joined her. “You should now train in the space of time and spirit, if you stick through there, your strength will multiply.” “Yes, immediately.” Sylvia just couldn't refuse Dende, he had been like a nice grandfather to her. With Piccolo it wasn't much different either, but with him the force had been the reason. So now she was training in the space of time and spirit. At first it was very difficult for her to come to terms with this environment, but by now she had got used to it. She would probably get through the year. But today, after almost nine months, everything was different. Already in the morning, shortly after getting up, she had the feeling that something was not quite right.Over the course of the day, the feeling intensified a lot. She tried to ignore it, but when Piccolo came she was gripped by sheer fear. He got Sylvia to finish. He was about to die. Dende gave Sylvia the staff of God and finally said to her: “Become a good God!” Then he dissolved. Sylvia just nodded silently and stood there for a while until she realized what had just happened. The tears seized her, but she tried to hold them back. Piccolo felt what was going on inside her, because he put his hand on her shoulder and said: "At some point you will see him again, but now