Chapter 2/2




Before Cell could reply anything to the comment of Goku's youngest son, he felt how Gohan seemed to be slowly moving again behind him. "Oh! Wake up again!" He grinned crookedly. "Then I can close the whole kindergarten here in one fell swoop!"


"Let go of him immediately, Cell," Gohan gasped and pressed his injured left arm to his body. Blood trickled from a deep gaping wound on his shoulder and dripped to the floor on his fingertips.


"Since you guys are still pretty close," the clone suddenly shouted. “How did you get the idea to tell me who to let go and who not?” With a grim face, Cell turned to Son-Goku's eldest son and with a casual gesture he hurled Trunks' limp body away. "But I don't want to be like that! And besides, it's much more interesting for me when I turn each of you around the neck!"

"You fucking ass," Gohan pressed out, and the teen's muscles tensed in anticipation of the next attack.


"For you still YOU ass, little one!" Cell waved his hands together and in a flowing movement he led her to the side of him and he just whispered resolutely, "KA-ME, HA-ME ..."






He got no further, because suddenly a strange noise rang out above them.


A strange flash of lightning brightened the sky for a brief moment and blinded all those who dared to look directly at him. And something that resembled a blazing ball of fire fell from the highest heights onto the arena.


There was a deafening crack and the ground shook like an earthquake. Boulders and rubble were thrown into the air and only slowly the dust began to settle again.


The astonished Cell only narrowly escaped the impact and now his gaze fixed curiously on what had just happened.

"Which of you funny characters was that?" He growled and took a step towards the dust wall that was almost lying down. "Who was that???"


Yamcha, Tenchinhan and Kuririn looked at each other helplessly and Piccolo grimaced. None of them were responsible for what had just happened. And that fact frightened her more than it made her easier.


The Namecian had felt an incredibly strong force, as never before in his life. And he was sure that the others had heard that as well as he had.


What did that mean? And why did this energy fade as quickly as it appeared? Piccolo hoped he would still find a way to find out.










Impenetrable darkness lay over the mysterious place, which was only broken by isolated little lights that twinkled like stars.


A breath of wind passed as the alien being materialized in front of its lord and master."You called for me, great ruler!"


An confirming hum sounded out of the darkness, but before Chronos could locate the origin, suddenly a halo of rays flared over him and bathed the room in a strange glow. The creature screwed up its eyes until they got used to the suddenly changed light conditions. Then he looked up at the other being, who was sitting on a gigantic crystal throne.


The old age of his master had deep wrinkles in his pale, almost white face. But even this wrinkled face couldn't reflect real age. Kurmaros was as old as time itself. And as great as its age was the wisdom and power of this creature that feared even the gods.


"Chronos", the old ruler whispered in a deep, echoing voice. “Look at this place!” And with that he pointed to a tiny, faintly glowing point in the middle of the room.

The servant did as he was told and went to the light.


"It happened again," explained Kurmaros and shook his head, which was framed by infinitely long silver-white hair.


"There is more activity on this small planet than in the rest of the Agamo galaxy," grumbled Chronos, brushing his short white hair. "And something from such an underdeveloped people!"


"The residents are not to be underestimated," whispered the ruler thoughtfully. "You can't be that underdeveloped if you've already discovered the secret of time travel!"


"You are right," agrees the servant understandably, turned away from the planet and went back to his master. "What do you wish me to do, master?"


The old man growled thoughtfully and ran his gnarled hand through his beard. “We will keep an eye on this world!” And he concluded with a firm voice, “and if there is another jump in one and the same level, you will destroy the line in question!”

Chronos bowed deeply when he had heard the instruction of his master and with one last look at the small shining point he left the holy abode of the master.


This grunted briefly and continued to run through his beard. I will not allow you insignificant people to mess up the fabric of the universe through your ignorance and ignorance! Kurmaros looked at the tiny ball of light that was floating in the midst of millions of other balls and with a brief movement of his gnarled hand the object of his attention disappeared.