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14. Part A

Shinrai paced restlessly from side to side, his footsteps echoing in

the steel-clad room and increased the nervousness of everyone

Present.

"We ... have to hurry, we don't have much time left." A younger

Akaijin kept glancing briefly at the door, which were always unexpected

swing open and let Osoi in. What then blossomed for them, he wanted

don't even paint in.

"The right constellation will be achieved in twelve hours, until then we have to

arrange everything necessary. "Shinrai finally deigned to do so on

Take a seat at the end of the board. "Dashu", he pointed to the navigator, "you will

fake a captured message and tell Osoi that you are Vegeta
have found. Then you have to bring the ship to the center. But forget

not that we can't arrive too early! "

The addressee nodded, repeated all the points in his mind, to yes

nothing to forget. Every mistake could be a dramatic turning point
represent and doom the plan to failure.

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Covered in sweat and breathing heavily, Yamcha fumbled over the controls of the GR and

turned the generator down to normal. Staggering slightly, he looked for

his way to the shower next to it, enjoying the water his
arranged
New thoughts.

In the absence of a new G sharp he slipped back into his old one and looked for

then Bulma on the bridge, which seemed absorbed in calculations.

Still, she seemed to sense his presence and looked up hesitantly. A

a faint smile defused her thinker face. "Hi."

"Hi. When are we going to arrive?"Yamcha walked around the pilot's chair, studied the

Space screen and tried to orientate myself somehow.

“In half an hour.” Bulma sighed and went back to her

Math puzzles. Hm, this one was pretty tricky. A four-digit

Combination of variably combinable digits resulted in 10,000 possibilities.

That would probably take a while. But in half an hour ...

“Are you mad at me, Bulma?” Yamcha’s voice actually sounded a little

unsettled and his facial expression, which was reflected in the plexiglass, seemed

a little contrite.

“What do you want to hear from me, Yamcha?” Her voice sounded a little tired, which was her

Ex-boyfriend took notice. "It was your decision ... But I guess with the

Time ... yeah, maybe you were right. It was probably for the best. "

Was that where he heard cynicism? How much had changed, but her

Bulma had by no means lost reparteeism."I'm glad."

Bulma's head snapped up. Why did the Baka ignore her sarcastic

Remarks? She just wanted to argue a little to feel better,

and he ...? Or did he not fully understand the message? Or ...? "It does

I'm sorry really. "She was obviously struggling to get her feelings right

bring over. "I can understand you."

Finally Yamcha turned and met Bulma's half-sad smile. "Then

is it okay. "

“It is.” Bulma's smile grew warm. "You should buckle up,

we are about to enter the earth's atmosphere. "A series of buttons and buttons

was pressed and the spaceship plunged into the stratosphere, but Bulma

was such an excellent navigator that the ship wasn't even minimal

was shaken.

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“When do we get to the system?” Osoi looked over the shoulder of his
Navigators across the screen.

“Only twenty minutes left, my King.” Dashu felt the sweat pour over

his spine was running, his conscience was burdened like never before in his still so

short life. Even so, he knew deep down in his heart that it was the right thing to do

was. "You can retire to your bedroom if you want, I

will get you as soon as we get there. "

Osoi nodded absently, turned on his heel and left the bridge to

to rest a little. He would finally get his revenge. Vegeta would

die and that by his, Osois, own hands. Slow and excruciating. First,

he just had to break his will, which shouldn't be that difficult ... He

laughed hard and threw himself into his soft bed in full gear. A little rest

shouldn't harm him.

* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *

Shinrai licked his index finger and threw the youngest Akaijin a warning
Look too. “Be careful with the lighter!” The boy with the discreet

reddish hair obediently nodded and lit the candles that Shinrai gave him

countered. Little by little the bridge was submerged in a blazing sea,

the flickering glow cast ghostly shadows in every corner of the room and

not only made for the dramatic moment. The crackling of the candles was also

as quiet as it was oppressive.

"The code is ready, everything is set up."

Shinrai nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. Then we can start now."

As a precaution he took a few steps to the side, now next to the candles that are a

Circle outlined.

The Akaijins went into rhythmic line-up and soon after a
fulfilled
The air murmured, ignoring the crackling. Incomprehensible syllables,

sometimes in a higher, sometimes in a lower pitch, fluttered around and with a

-Puff- finally seemed to get the desired reaction.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Osoi suddenly stood in the middle of the circle, motionless because he was
a kind of transparent power held in place. Only his head

The ou was able to turn around and had to realize that he was obviously in the middle of

a mutiny. "What's going on here?"

"You will be sent into exile," said Shinrai, meaning

Dashu to continue the ceremony. Using the following incantations would

Osoi will be forever imprisoned in the fifth dimension.

“You won't dare.” But as Osoi was hanging in midair, he did

certainly not an intimidating impression. "No!"

"... owari." And with that the navigator had finished his spell. He tipped the

Head in a final show of humility and not to look at his King

to have to see, which fate would soon overtake.

"Aah !!" Well, those were probably his last words.

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"Haven't you forgotten anything?"

"You want to make sure I don't come by again, huh?",

Yamcha tried to joke, even though he didn't feel like it.

Bulma just smiled and shook her head and kissed her long-time friend on

the cheek. "Good luck! And let me say hello, Pool, understand?"

"Promise. Take care." Yamcha tore away from his now ex-girlfriend and

marched straight to the front door, leaving everything past behind.

Bulma looked after him with a sigh and then went to her room. She was so

tired of all the adventures she had been through. But nobody was waiting in the

Bed on it.[BI: Where's Vegeta? ]Nobody to share anything with.

Her pain, her grief, but not her joy either.



Preview: Poor Osoi ... No, serves him right, I've never suffered him

can! So now Bulma is all alone in her room ... What happens there
just for possibilities?

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Bulma sighed and went back to her math puzzle. Hm, this was

pretty tricky. A four-digit combination of variable

compilable digits resulted in 10,000 possibilities. That would probably be another

Take a while. But in half an hour ...

Director: Half an hour, we all know you're super smart and that

Can't do anything in your head in no time at all. So: cut! and back to the beginning.



"... owari." And with that the navigator had finished his spell. He tipped the

Head in a final show of humility and not to look at his King

to have to see, which fate would soon overtake.

Director: Hey, Osoi! Your text reads: "Aah!" Is not as difficult as it is

seems!

Osoi: * growl * Aah ... * zushinraiwend * I read the script, you're in part B

your turn * diabolical *

Director: Cut!And don't betray the B-act!



Dashu - helmsman