Hi!




Yes, I know ... it took a long time again! My excuse Heat, heat and more heat ... In Frankfurt you are currently well cooked through. And the air sucks too ... no fresh wind ... like under a cheese dome ... Under these conditions I was a little lazy to write. Lots of ideas ... but just don't feel like sitting at the computer ... Sorry!


Now just one more thing ... I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST GAY! Afterwards you will know why I say this ... I have only used the usual and general prejudices.




And now have fun!












Chapter 10 - Spirits and Other Gays


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Gohan and Goku were sitting with Bulma in the Capsule Corp. living room. In the past few years ... would ... not have changed much here. Little Piccolo also sat in one of the numerous armchairs and stared grimly at those present.Gohan broke the silence ... "Bulma ... do you know a way how we can come back? Without the Dragon Balls ..." Bulma scratched her head thoughtfully ... she had never had to solve a problem like this before. Sure ... there were some theories ... about time travel ... some of which she had already dealt with. She had even worked on the construction plans for a time machine just for fun. But it could take years to complete ... if that. "Hm ... well I'm ... not sure. But I find the theories of a colleague of my father's quite plausible. What was his name ...? Something with W ... I don't know. It doesn't matter either At least you don't belong in this time ... and according to his theory the time structure should try to get rid of you. All right? "Gohan showed slight signs of understanding ... but his father ..." Huh ?! "-" That's hot ... you idiot ... that sooner or later a vortex will appear by itself that will bring you back! "



In our time Piccolo was still standing in front of Vegeta and Dende with the spirit in hand ... all three had been staring at the sleeping energy ball for almost two minutes. "We should wake him up ..." Piccolo said coolly, clapping the Spirit with his other hand. He woke up ... the rough wake-up method didn't seem to bother him in the least. Slowly he floated up from Piccolo's hand ... shone a little brighter for a moment ...> Oh yes ... I have to look for a new partner ...
About twenty minutes later they were on their way again ... they hadn't even given Bulma the opportunity to protest in any way ... into the ship ... stowed the new supplies ... and off! They shared the sad news of the death of their new acquaintances during the launch ...


But it didn't last long ... someone was chasing them. More precisely ... tried to shoot her down. It was only thanks to Dende's flying skills that they could not be described as 'well done' in the first few seconds after take-off. But he couldn't dodge forever ... and their lead melted away, their pursuers were much faster ... A direct hit on the main drive of the ship then sealed their fate ...




Another crash landing ... and this time, Bulma was sure, after examining the condition of the ship ... or rather the wreck ... it would no longer fly.No chance. "Did'e great, pea!" Vegeta said venomously to Dende, who had been hiding behind Piccolo the whole time. This would never harm the little earth god but ... he was angry too, and how! Sullenly Piccolo looked around ... the soft snoring from his cloak bothered him immensely, so Dende was not the reason for his bad mood ... this planet was the complete opposite of the one they had landed on before. So far they had only ever had the pleasure of desert planets or as idyllic as the last one was. Well, you couldn't describe this sight as idyllic ... and certainly not as a desert. It was raining ... and judging by the cloud cover, it wasn't going to stop for the next few days either. They were standing on a small, rocky island. The waves lapped dangerously close to the beach, more than once they got a decent shower from the spray. It was a good thing Dende could still steer the ship to this island ... if they had crashed into the sea around them ... Better not think about it.Piccolo turned to Vegeta ... "Now don't snort at Dende ... You'd better be glad he was able to land on this island! Otherwise we would have flooded ... above all YOU, you running meter!" - "Say ONE more 'running meter' to me and you can make your will Gur ... "Vegeta got no further. Bulma had followed the argument between the two ... at first she looked a bit pissed off, then she blushed ... little clouds of smoke came out of her ears ... She grabbed the two fighters by the collar or the cloak and pulled them to her approach ... Vegeta stood on tiptoe, Piccolo hunched over in a rather uncomfortable position. "NOW LISTEN ME CAREFULLY, YOU TWO CONTINUOUS ARMEDIANS! IT'S YOUR FAIL THAT WE ARE STUCK HERE ... SO DOESN'T IRRITATE ME! OTHERWISE THERE WILL BE MURDER AND DEATH, SURE?!?!?!" With a jerk left she let go of her two 'prisoners' and then gave them a little nudge so that they both fell backwards and landed on their buttocks. In the middle of a large pool of water ... what made it worse was the fact that they both felt completely innocent ... rightly so."You two look like you've got into the ..." Dende preferred to keep his mouth shut. Presumably the slightly sour looks of his two bigger friends caused him to ... "And what do we do now, you brains ?!" Bulma had not calmed down yet ...


"How about you get into the van with me, pretty child?" Bulma was surprised ... and pleasant. Pretty child ... She was always very open to compliments. The somewhat rough but pleasant voice that had paid her this compliment belonged to the driver of a hovering van ... we would probably call it a truck. This vehicle floated less than a meter away from her and a good five meters above the roaring sea. Which ... as Bulma now realized with horror ... was getting closer and closer. In other words ... the sea level was rising. Under these circumstances, of course, it made more than sense to accept his invitation ... the little island would soon be flooded.To be honest ... with the constant rain, she wasn't particularly surprised. So Bulma made a decision that applied to everyone ... "Hey, hey ... your two companions look like they pissed themselves off!" Piccolo clenched his fists and Vegeta bit his lower lip. .. in view of Bulma's current 'charge level' concerning both of them, they decided to remain silent. But Dende couldn't help but laugh.


Bulma was allowed to sit in the front passenger seat, the others had to make do with the loading area. The transporter was already a few years old, it seemed. And with it probably not exactly roses were transported ... it was apparently not really suitable for passenger transport either ... In any case, the three of them were shaken up in the back. Bulma meanwhile enjoyed the driver's compliments ...


"You rarely see anything as pretty as you around here ... and in this part of the universe anyway!"Bulma almost blushed. But only almost ... she was of the opinion that the man was absolutely right about everything. They raced across the gray-black sea ... behind them the island with the wreck of their ship was just sinking in." The really loud patter of the rain, which hit the windshield, brought Bulma back to reality. "Where are we flying ... are we ... are we going to?" she asked the driver, who she looked at more closely. Somewhat a man around forty ... well built, if not as muscular as Vegeta. Hmm ... who was that? Dark blonde, short hair ... stubble ... Yuck! If there was something Bulma didn't like, then you were the stubble! Well ... she wouldn't have to marry the guy. He smiled and stuck something in the corner of his mouth that looked suspiciously like a cigarette. Immediately afterwards he confirmed that assumption ... he lit the thing. " We're on our way to the next bigger city ... it's officially called North -Water-City.Unofficially ... "that word made him grin" ... they are called Smoochie-Town. I think the unofficial name fits better ... in two senses. "Again he grinned. Bulma stared greedily at the cigarette the whole time ... she hadn't smoked one since they left the earth ..." Do you want one too? But be careful ... tough herb! "Bulma looked up in surprise ..." Gladly ... "Hard herb ... and how! The first few puffs she had to cough, but quickly got used to it." This is a transporter, isn't it? What kind of load do you usually have? "That was a really nice conversation, wasn't it? At least that was what Bulma thought ... a nice conversation partner ... free cigarettes ..." Officially, I ... mostly ... transport goods. Think about it ... the last load was a few containers with fish ... more or less fresh. And now I've loaded some barrels with sewage sludge ... they are to be brought to an interstellar landfill by freighter ... "Bulma swallowed ... hopefully her three friends didn't have particularly sensitive noses.Gas masks would have been a good idea ...


How right she had been with this thought was shown when they reached North-Water-City ... or rather Smoochie-Town ... The three in the back clearly needed a bath and lots of fresh air. And the comment from Bulma's new acquaintance, the van driver, didn't make it any better ... "Now all three are green!" Vegeta put