DB RS 21/2 (RS = Revival of Saiyans)




Chapter 22


What will happen next or wake up!




So here's the second part:


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Bulma didn't know who to look at with bigger eyes, her boyfriend or the ship.


In any case, she couldn't shut her mouth after taking a closer look at the technology of this machine.


"The engine can fly Warp 10?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


And you still had full control at Warp 6? "


Karkarott had never seen her look so amazed in her life.


Inside he turned a little red, but on the outside he looked so cool, as if that were something


everyday would be.


Bulma couldn't believe it. There was Son Goku in front of her, the guy who had to take his driving test twice and who didn't think anything of machines, no matter what kind. The only thing he had always been able to do was fight!

Just like she was the one who was constantly building new equipment and technical devices of all kinds


had, she had no idea about fighting.


And now he had learned how to fly a spaceship! And as if that wasn't enough, no, he had to be able to fly it with Warp 6 too!


Even she couldn't steer at that speed!


Shaking her head, she grabbed the toolbox and climbed into the cockpit.


Karkarott watched her repairs with interest. He was interested in how to get the tangled cables back up there. He probably wouldn't have cared if he did


Hadn't thought about it for almost an hour and still hadn't figured out the solution to the problem before.


Yes, even that shit gnawed at his pride! When he noticed this, he sighed in resignation.


He couldn't let that damn pride control him!


His gaze fell on Bulma, who in the meantime had put on the second new scouter (yes, she made two).It was blue too, and somehow matched the color of her hair and eyes.


Although she was already - how old was she anyway? Wait, she was 4 years older than him and he was now-


He swallowed as he looked down at himself, it looked - or rather, it was in the body of a 17 year old.


* I am still a minor! *


Realizing that, he felt a little sick.


Actually he should be around 57 now.


Yes, Bulma had to be 61 now, but she didn't look that old at all.


When did he meet her? He didn't know anymore. Sometimes it felt like he had known her all his life.


He must have been around 8 when she stopped in front of him with her jeep and really wanted his dragon ball.


Tse, he didn't even know when his birthday was!


In any case, those 7 balls had them all brought together. Without them, Group Z would probably never have existed - although that might have been better.

He had behaved very embarrassingly, maybe it was because of the people he had messed with, but ...


The first one that occurred to him was Kuririn. But how often had he, Karkarott, trumped even the bald head with his stupidity!


What would have happened to him if he had never fallen on his head?


Would he be one of those disgusting packages from Saiyan then? The earth would probably not have existed then either ...


Finally he tore himself away from these thoughts and continued to watch Bulma concentrated.


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When Trunks woke up he looked around, confused.


*Where am I? *


He was lying on a board-lined floor, not exactly soft, but better than hanging out in the cold.


All around him was the deepest darkness.


The room was warm.


*What happened? He had just been hanging out in the cold ... And now? *


He sneezed. That was clear, now he had caught a cold too!

As he felt his way around, he felt a wooden wall on one side, on which


on the other side he felt something soft ...


It was a body, as he noticed after a long touch.


He nudged him lightly.


A grumble was the answer.


"Hey!" He whispered and pushed harder.


"Ouch!" Came the person.


Trunks heard someone sit up.


“What is it? And who are you?” Asked an irritated voice.


“Goten?” Trunks was relieved.


"Trunks? Hey, how are you?"


"Oh, are you already awake?" It came from somewhere out of the darkness.


A loud cough came from another corner.


So they were probably all 10 together.


"Where are we?" Goten asked aloud now.


Before one of the 9 people addressed could answer, the door opened.


She was blinded by bright neon light.


Human outlines showed in the door frame ...


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Hours had passed in which Bulma, completely absorbed in her work, had tinkered with the cockpit of the Galaxy.


The young Saiyajin next to her had sometimes seemed a bit absent with his thoughts, but otherwise watched her attentively.


"Phew" Bulma was done. She slammed the cockpit door behind her.


“Tired?” Asked Karkarott.


She just nodded.


Bulma leaned her back against the ship and slowly slid to the floor, where she sat for a while and then fell asleep.


* She's completely exhausted * thought Karkarott, massaging his stiff neck.


After yawning heartily once, he bent down, picked up the petite woman and carried her into one of the sleeping chambers.


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Because on earth:


“Mum!” Pan ran through the house. She was in terrible pain. Her heart was beating in a strange rhythm.


Why did she have arethmia now? It had always been great for her!She hadn't had a heart attack or anything, and until a few seconds ago she had been fine!


"Pan" came softly and pressed from the kitchen.


Pan dragged himself into the kitchen.


Videl was lying on the floor, writhing in pain.


"Pan" she whispered. "Call a doctor!"


As she was told, Pan moved towards the phone, but meters in front of it she went black.


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Before Vegeta's eyes could get used to the blindingly bright light, the creature grabbed him and dragged him along.


Of course he tried to fight back, but since the syringe was still stuck deep in his right upper arm, his punches and kicks couldn't do anything serious to the `thing`.


He was as weak as these simple people!


Now he noticed what was wearing him. It was one of those damn cyborgs around here


walked around!


What were they going to do with the Saiyajins now?


No, he wouldn't give up, never!But he became more and more aware that he would probably die a weakling!


The proud Prince of New Vegeta!


They crossed corridors and descended stairs.


"Let go of me, tin bucket!" Yelled Vegeta angrily.


He didn't know if the part understood him, but he just had to insult it now.


"Hey, you pile of junk!"


No reaction.


"You have no idea who you are carrying around here, scrap metal!"


* No pride, the part, like Kark-oh doesn't matter *


Finally they arrived in a huge stone hall. The floor was made of a strange metal-like material that Vegeta could not identify.


The whole room was crammed with strange, bizarre devices (the attentive reader may now notice: Hey! We know that from somewhere ?!)


Vegeta was paved rather brutally on a board that belonged to one of the devices.


Iron shackles automatically shot out of nowhere and nailed the Saiyajin down.

Since Vegeta was lying on his stomach, he hadn't been able to see exactly what kind of apparatus he was lying on.


He heard and felt how more cyborgs with the rest of the Saiyajins gradually entered the room.


Snapping noises reached his ear.


* Damn it! What shoud that*


He tried to move. In any case, he didn't have much freedom of movement.


Bardock recognized the room as soon as he was dragged into it. That was the room from his last vision!


What did these beings intend to do with them? He remembered the blood stained floor ...


* Man, Karkarott! Why is it taking you so long to get us out of here? *


It was lucky that his youngest had just not been to New Vegeta ... He had complete confidence in an SSJ 6.


But how was he supposed to know where they were? Bardock felt as if he had a lump of ice in his stomach.


But he wouldn't give up. NO! There was also this angel ... He just had to hold out!

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7 hours later:


"Ahhhhhhhhh! Goku!" Bulma had just woken up and had to find with horror that Son Goku was not in sight.


Startled, she sat bolt upright in her bed.


Nothing moved.


A little panicked looked around the dormitory. 10 single beds each stood opposite each other in 2 rows of 5. In the wall at the end of the room there was a huge window through which the sun, which had long since risen, shone gently.


After taking a deep breath, she got up from the bed. She told herself that nothing would happen to her after all - the cyborgs were after the Saiyan ...


The calming warm rays of the sun did the rest. She got up a lot more relaxed.


She grabbed her scouter and ran into the corridor.


"Son Goku !!!!" she yelled again.


Silence.


She threw open the door of the opposite room. She saw rumpled beds and - when she looked around again carefully - blood splatters, but nothing else.

A shiver ran down her spine.


A little less motivated, she opened the next door.


* Direct hit *


From one of the back beds she saw a few tousled black hairs sticking out.