Hi everyone!

Here is the next part and a brief explanation in advance: (thanks to kruzifix!) Thanks to my reluctance to research, the earthly dragon balls in my story can return after a month with one request, after two months with two requests and only after a year for all three requests to be used. To be honest, I couldn't really have bridged a longer period of time than a month - in later episodes you will see why :-))) Living beings that have been dead for more than a year stay forever in the hereafter.

Hopefully a few of your questions will already be answered this time, but the resolution of some of the others will take a little longer. Don't be angry with me, but somehow I have to keep the tension going!

I discussed the issue of not being able to comment with Mb and if it doesn't work out now, he'll get to hear from me again! I have now set everything correctly ...Have fun anyway, your Hanako!

No. 5 - Incomplete Story

Everything that has been forgotten screams for help in a dream.
Elias Canetti

"Did I express myself so indistinctly?"

Son Goku ignored her already rhetorical question and relaxed a little. "You're good, but you lack technology."

"I know! But thanks for the hint. Any other problems !?" she asked brusquely. He wouldn't let himself be shaken off now. The stranger was angry. Angry at him who thought he could mess with her life and at herself for being too bad to win against him.

She took a deep breath and moved her fingers carefully until she had overcome the urge to strangle him. The attempt would not have been crowned with success anyway. Pure waste of time ...

Son Goku was relieved to see how the strangers' body tension eased and decided to take the direct route: "Who are you and what do you need the Dragon Balls for?"Appraising and without a word, she eyed him for a few moments in a bad mood. Suddenly Son Goku noticed his formal error and immediately tried to correct it. With his sunniest smile on his face, he stretched his right hand in her direction: "I almost forgot to introduce myself! I am ..."

"Son Goku, sure. And the two green guys who are listening to us right now are Dende and Piccolo," she interrupted, uninterested.

High above the clouds, Dende would almost have fallen from the edge of his palace in shock, had Piccolo not held his gi with his presence of mind.

A short, gleeful grin flickered unnoticed across the stranger's face, then she had herself under control again. The older of the two Namekians felt, to put it mildly, offended. Could the stranger actually see her? What other skills did she have?

"Where from...?" started Son Goku and was immediately interrupted again.

"Does not matter.I've told you before that this is my problem. If I needed your help, I would have asked you a long time ago. "She turned around abruptly, walked to a smaller rock and sat down on it. Sighing, she surrendered to her fate." My name is Ayame. "

Son Goku could not hide a certain relief at this progress. He too sat down on a stone. “Ayame.” Examining the sound, he formed her name. "You're only half a Saiyan and you're not of Earth, am I right?"

She grunted ambiguously in response. In her mind, the ubiquitous unwillingness to answer anything fought with the realization that she was no longer as independent as she intended. In the end she decided to explain only the bare essentials.

"My home planet was called Ktona-sei."

"His name was[/i]...?"

"Yes," Ayame said curtly, crossing her arms over her chest and ending the subject.

Something made an audible "click" behind Son Goku's forehead and a glimmer of understanding flashed over his features.“You want to wish your destroyed home back with the Dragonballs and then wake up your people again!” Obviously he was very proud of his brainstorm.

She snorted disparagingly. "Ktona-sei exist - my people don't. I can't do anything about that, no matter how deeply you stick your nose into my affairs."

"As soon as someone collects and activates the Dragon Balls, they have to expect us. They have too much power to be left to anyone."

"But I've come a long way for that, don't you think so ?!"

Son Goku put on an embarrassed grin: "We have become a bit careless. But that didn't help you. What did you wish for?"

Ayame looked at him sourly. She still hadn't quite got over her defeat. The person opposite saw that he couldn't get any further and started again: "That strange guy who appeared after Shenlong's disappearance - something was wrong with him!"

"Let me think about it: no matter how far I go - it keeps up.With a new opponent he is completely powerless and apparently without a single reserve. He also has the same bad technique as me.No, why should there be something wrong with that? "The sarcasm was literally dripping from her words.

The Saiyan simply ignored her allusion. "So it had nothing to do with your wish."

“Of course not!” Ayame rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"You won't find the Dragon Balls a second time if you don't tell me what you want."

"This is blackmail," she stated.

A big grin crossed his face as he nodded. "You don't give me any other choice. After all, I don't know you. How am I supposed to know whether you might not be dangerous to us after all?"

"You can believe me one thing: I can be dangerous to you. You and the whole planet. But I really have other problems at the moment."

Son Goku stared at her, perplexed. Had he been so fooled?

At the sight of him increasingly confused, Ayame decided to cut things short.She actually had better things to do!

"I wanted to revive my brother."

"Why?"

"Because he's dead," she said dryly. Then Ayame realized angrily that this answer was still not enough for him. She jumped up furiously. "Because he's my brother, damn it! And I don't even have two months until a full year has passed since his death!"

Son Goku raised his hands defensively at her outburst. “All right, all right! So that means you only have one more try.” She nodded grimly. "You'd better not try again for failure. I'll ask Shenlong for you to wake up your brother," he said, spontaneously. He didn't think she would be dangerous to anyone, even if she said she could. Son Goku was now sure of this.

Ayame's left eyebrow slid up a bit in surprise. She wasn't particularly happy with his suggestion, but she couldn't think of a better solution herself.Grumbling, she gave up. How many more defeats did she have to put up with on this damn planet?

"The Dragonballs won't be active again for a month, unfortunately I can't offer you a room at my home, but I'm sure Bulma would be happy about your visit."

"Oh no! Just over my corpse! I'm not moving in with either of you! Rather, the universe will collapse before I get into such a lousy deal!"

Son Goku had not expected such rampant indignation. He shrugged helplessly. "You don't have to, but of course you can always come back to my offer."

"Thank you, no need!"

"All right. See you in a month then!" He raised a hand in farewell and teleported to the Capsule Corporation. He left behind a slightly sour Ayame who still hadn't quite got over his infamous offer.

The air was used up and an acrid smell of putrefaction, putrefaction, vomit and excrement hung heavily between the arching columns of the high rooms.Her stomach slowly but surely intensified its efforts to turn itself inside out, and it was difficult for her to suppress the nausea.

Although numerous sources of light tried their utmost over the sickbeds, they could not drive away the burdening semi-darkness.

To the right and left of a seemingly endless corridor, improvised beds were lined up close together. Doomed children, women and men rolled restlessly in pain or had already fallen into apathy. Moans and wails echoed from everywhere and accompanied Ayame on her tour. She would soon no longer support her exhausted, aching feet. With empty eyes, she registered and compared the symptoms of those who were wasting away. Still no matches. No illness was like another, and her hopes for a ray of light faded with each new, cruelly disfigured face she passed. Ayame couldn't find the slightest hint of similarities.But there had to be!

The first dead were laid out and carried out. In less than five days the plague would end its campaign, because then an entire people would be wiped out.

Ayame clenched her fists helplessly. She had never felt so unimportant before: so much knowledge and yet she couldn't change anything. The most unbearable thing, however, was that she would survive - and she did not doubt it for a second.

A man with black hair that stuck out in all directions came into view. Kiyoshi. His face had lost its color in the days of exertion and the nameless horror in his blue eyes spoke volumes. A lifeless bundle hung in his arms.

With tired movements he dumped it on the stone floor off the corridor and laid the dead man's hands on his chest. Ayame had followed him staggeringly. An abysmal despair stirred behind her petrified face. Her kneeling down became more of a trap, but she ignored it.She lovingly brushed the wet, tangled strands from the face from which all life had fled. His once bluish shimmering features were disfigured beyond recognition by burst boils and protruding, deep red veins. The look in her eyes glazed over and something shattered deep inside her in millions upon millions of small splinters. It was over. How should she be able to go on living now? Nothing made sense anymore!

Shaking, she pulled his cold body close to her and rocked him back and forth apathetically. Trapped in the same movement, time lost all meaning and Ayame all reference.

Wet with sweat and breathing heavily, she started from the dream. Her frightened eyes looked erratically around. She was alone. Gradually her mind began to work again, forcing the images back into the dark world of nightmares from which they had come. Why