DB RS 23 (RS = Revival of Saiyans)


(Part 1)




Chapter 24




Hey sorry But this weekend was again full of stress, that's why I tried the part so long and uh- * amkopfkratz * so `high quality` (<- with what kind of words I am around me


schmeiss ...) as possible. Sorry in advance!


Yes and a big THANK YOU! to all loved ones who wrote clerks to me.


@starlight: If I didn't have you! Barely saved, thank you!




So enough chatted:




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Blackness, infinite blackness. Here and there a little sparkled a little further away


Star through the darkness.


Bulma just sat there speechless. Spaceships built or invented by her or her father had all been fitted with interior ceiling lights.


But this ship had been screwed together with great imagination.Yes, the whole ship consisted only of the cockpit, in which you could pull out a maximum of 2 seats, and behind that there was a very small bit of space, she compared that to the enlarged trunk of a car.


But what impressed them so incredibly: The cockpit was not illuminated. The darkness around them was the same as out there, behind the protective pane.


Ok, except for the tiny lights that labeled the keyboard buttons. Bulma couldn't read it, whatever that language was, it didn't come from Earth.


The woman with the turquoise hair looked out of the windshield with shining eyes.


All this darkness might have scared her, but the stars that twinkled out there, like thousands of diamonds embedded in velvet, looked so ... unreally beautiful, like out of this world, not out of this universe ... indescribable.


She had been in space before, but either it was because of the ship or the lighting or simply because of her immature age ... in any case, she hadn't looked at this natural spectacle out there, this impressive scenario that was happening

you offered ...


It was as if she was floating through the room on her own, leaving all her fears, worries and doubts behind.


The windshield, which closed at an angle of 180 ° around the seats, only increased the freedom and this indescribable feeling of limitlessness.


When she looked to the left, she vaguely saw the person who was sitting next to her and whom she had almost completely forgotten.


Goku steered the ship! At the moment they were flying warp 3-pretty fast, Bulma thought.


But Goku could go faster, much faster and she had to admit that she would have loved to watch him fly Warp 6, but she didn't dare to ask him, after all, he would need more energy later than she did, and if so he gambled it away just to waste a few minutes ...


Sighing inwardly, she leaned back in her chair. If Vegeta was next to her now


Had sat, then this flight would have turned out to be quite romantic ... although, after all, her crisp 17-year-old boyfriend was sitting next to her ... she quickly dismissed her thoughts on how

could she only come up with such ideas? Just now? Horrified at herself, she turned a little red in the face, which of course no one could see in the darkness around her ...


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The fuzzy neon light cast fuzzy shadows on the partially crude, contorted bodies of the Saiyajins. Bizarre shadows emerged. The red liquid that covered them all gleamed eerily, like liquid mercury.


Vegeta felt a hot drop of blood run down his back. This was followed by a soft 'splash', the drop had dripped into the large pool that had formed under him.


He had lost track of time.


There was silence.


Her shackles had meanwhile been shifted a little so that everyone lay there with completely stretched limbs (arms and legs). No, more than that. All muscles were overstretched, the deep wounds on the back, legs and arms burned like fire and the flu viruses because of it

happily flowed through the body.


The temperature in here had also been lowered. So everyone had to struggle with the feverish heat and at the same time with the arctic cold.


The prince of the Saiyajins, like everyone else, was hardly capable of a sensible one


To get thought.


The tortures were just dosed so that everyone suffered a lot, but could only pass out for a short time. A bestial way to torment them.


The being from the future enjoyed the suffering of its bitterest enemies. Slowly, step by step, life would leave them. Pain for pain. Yes, they should suffer like


once his people!


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The small green-lacquered spaceship shot across the room as if stung by a tarantula.


However, the pilot had no muse for the natural beauties that the universe offered.


What the hell could a whole, even average, quite strong people, so simply not drag anything away from you?

They absolutely didn’t go voluntarily.


But damn it! Vegeta was insanely strong, he was an SSJ 5! Who or what would have had the opportunity to do such an act? And above all, how?


Vegeta's aura continued to sink. It wasn't a game, no, he wasn't hiding his aura, he was out of energy!


That part of his eye detected a pretty strong negative energy in the immediate vicinity, but it didn't seem to make any move to attack the Saiyajins.


It wasn't far now. 5 more minutes.


A tiny quick sideways glance at Bulma showed him that she was too


Worried, even if she might not fully appreciate the situation.


Bulma hadn't noticed anything of the look, the movement had been too fast for that-besides, unlike the Saiyajin, she couldn't see the darkness so well with her eyes


penetrate.


Still completely spellbound by the panorama that offered her, she stared absent-mindedly out.

* Vegeta ... Trunks ... Bra ... *


Hopefully they were still alive! These energies on her scouter meant nothing to her.


By now she knew what was strong and what was weak, but ...


Finally she took heart and asked into the darkness surrounding her


into:


"What kind of weak energies are these actually?"


"You mean 10?"


"Yes. Who or what is that?"


A quick look at the armature told him: 2 minutes left.


"Actually the strongest warriors of the Saiyan"


Bulma swallowed.


"Then Vegeta is there too?"


"Sure. He IS the strongest."


"So he's still alive ..." she talked to herself, only half relieved.


"King Vegeta, Trunks, Gohan and Goten are among them too"


"Oh no, although .. wait, what do you mean by actual? Why are their auras so faint?"


"Because they have no more energy"


"Why ...- oh shit!"


Just a minute.

"Come on, we have to help you!" Bulma suddenly shouted hysterically.


Karkarott almost panned the wheel.


"We are there. It is over there"


There was a soft beeping, shortly afterwards a mechanical, tinny computer voice that seemed to say something that Bulma did not understand.


A red symbol with a `2` behind it lit up at the top left of the screen.


"What...?"




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Yeah, more than pretty briefly - I know. But I just couldn't manage more! Sorry!


As always, I'm happy about clerks!


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