Unfortunately, I had a little artistic blackout, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, I thought of something * cheers * ... the result of my sleepless nights:


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They'd been racing for an hour.


But they still hadn't reached the house of letters ...


"Tell me, could it be that we got lost?" Fauve asked annoyed.


"Uh..huh..huh .. possible ..."


"But that doesn't work, we have to feel your aura unless you are ... oh dear ... I hope not ..."


"Definitely not .. come on let's fly ..."


But Fauve stood still in the air and concentrated.


She kept shaking her head and again until her face lit up ...


"Yes, I think I have Gohan ... but why can't I feel the others?


Perhaps our senses will be disturbed, just like the Eskids disturbed the radar ... "

"But how?"


"I have no idea ... heading west ..."


More minutes of the flight until Trunks suddenly realized:


"Yes, I know where we are, it's only 100km ..."


Fauve looked relieved to the floor but was disturbed by a familiar noise:


the beeping of the radar ...


"What is it now?", She pulled it out of her pocket ...


"That thing is crazy unless ...", and suddenly she screamed:


"TRUNKS! DUCK YOU!"


Trunks obeyed at the last moment and just avoided a flash of energy that would otherwise have impaled him.


But at the same moment he was grabbed from behind and strangled.


It was another Eskid.


Fauve wanted to rush to his aid but she was put in a headlock herself.


Her sword fell to the ground and she tried with all her might to free herself ... she drew wide with her elbows and poked the cattle in the ribs, causing them to vomit all of their intestines (sorry but that's the way it is, although it is a disgusting idea is ;-)).

Then she called:


"Muliel!" And the sword came flying again.


But their fight was not over yet.


Behind her there were about 10 Eskids just waiting to pounce on them.


While her sword was flashing, Trunks had other problems altogether.


The monster was about to strangle him and he tried to fight back with his hands and feet.


But the Eskid was smarter than Fauve's opponent.


He held him tight, avoiding his blows.


Trunks automatically transformed into an SSJ and was able to pull away.


Then he pulverized the cattle and turned around.


Fauve was just making short work of a couple of Eskids, and when she finished the last one, she shouted to Trunks:


"There will be more to come! Take off, I'll be able to hold you back for a while!


Warn the others! "


Trunks nodded and mentally wished her good luck ...


then it flew faster than ever in its life and reached the C.C .. after 15 minutes.

He stormed into the room where everyone was still sitting at noon ...


"Gourmet time is over, you are here!"


"What beautiful?"


"yes, they somehow managed to manipulate Fauve's radar ..."


"Where is she anyway?"


"At the moment she is stopping the attacking Eskids ..."


"Alone?"


"Yes, unfortunately ... no, hurry up ... the fight is calling ..."


At the prospect of a good fight, the Sayajins got up and ran out of the room. They took off immediately.


The rest of them followed reluctantly at first, but then gave up ...


When they reached the scene after another 15 minutes, 100th dead Eskids were lying on the ground and Fauve was just finishing the next 3.


She turned around ...


"That took a long time ... these are just a little warming up for now! Have fun!"


The fighters grinned and plunged into the fray ...


at some point the attackers dried up and the ground was nothing but a sea of ​​blood and secretions.

"Is that already?"


"Oh .. that was easy ..."


"Unfortunately not ... those were the harbingers, now the real fighters are coming ... they were all just amateurs ..."


"We can hardly wait ..."


"Wait a minute .................... now, look up!"


The Z-Fighters followed the request and saw it turn yellow all at once.


But then they noticed that these were Eskids, 100,000 or more ...


"Now the fun starts ..."


Fauve took her sword in her right hand and ran the blade over her left palm ... for the first time the sword had inflicted a wound on her.


But she just smiled as blood pooled in her hand ...


then she ran the surface across her face ...


"War paint ... you want too," she held out her hand to Son Goten and Trunks, grinning.


Son Goten said yes immediately and after some hesitation Trunks smeared his face with blood as well.

They were ready for battle ...


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Yes i did it! I wrote another part! Do you like it?