Silence - The God of Evil (Part 2)


All he wants is Hel on Earth!








From Son-Goku Daimao


The "Travers" express train whizzed through the gleaming prairie. All around stretched a wide field of green meadows and flowers that bloomed in all colors. The sun hung like a big, yellow 50SG piece (Satan Groschen) in the sky and covered everything in a pleasant warmth. Butterflies fluttered through the air and a couple of giant salamanders looked at the passengers from time to time.


Mr. Furijuma, the lure operator, sat comfortably behind his dashboard and stared at the endless row of tracks in front of him. Today's train was to go from Jingle Village to the Western Capital, about 600km.


But Furijuma was an enthusiastic train driver who loved his job more than anything and therefore this long journey did not bother him, on the contrary. He liked long drives, there you could look at the areas and if you were lucky you saw something very interesting, like when he happened to look out the window and saw a gigantic dragon in the pitch-black day sky.At that time a shiver ran down his spine and he had to pinch himself several times to even believe what he was seeing. Of course, none of his friends had believed the story, but he knew what he had seen.


But nothing had happened on today's trip that could be described as interesting. Unless you thought it was just great to see a few planes and the occasional grazing dinosaur.


He yawned loudly and wiped his eyes when he suddenly tore them open and stepped hard on the brakes.


As if out of nowhere, a boy had appeared on the tracks in front of him. Furijama hadn't had much time to look at him closely, but the boy had to be around seventeen and was probably over 1.70 m tall, but he couldn't see anything more.


The train's wheels screeched loudly and sparks spurted from the sides, but the train kept rolling.


Furijuma yelled wildly at the boy and waved his arms, but he didn't seem to hear him.The train was getting closer and closer, the passengers had flown from their seats and rolled through the wagons when there was a bang. Furijuma closed his eyes. He got the boy. HE didn't want to look, he had seen too often how mutilated victims of a train looked. But he had to look, maybe he was still alive, even if he didn't expect it.


When he lifted his head from the dashboard and looked up, his breath caught. The boy stood there, completely unharmed, and pressed his hand against the front of the train. He seemed to have stopped the train with his bare hand.


"Are .......... are ... you g-w-alright?" Asked Furijuma with a shaky voice. He still didn't want to believe that the boy hadn't gotten a scratch.


"Me? I would be worried about you, you look like you saw a ghost!" The boy replied in a typically childlike way, although Furijuma had to admit that the voice scared him.

"Where's the Western Capital?"


The boy asked him and took his hand away.


"W-w-what? W-wwies-that's how you want it ........ over there, always straight ahead."


Furijuma pointed to the tracks leading directly to his destination.


"Does the Tenkaichi Budoukai take place there?"


The boy asked him without even thinking that he had almost been run over by a train.


"I think so, at least I heard it."


One hundred percent he didn't know. He'd read something in the paper, but when it came to that sort of thing, his memory was like a sieve, and it wouldn't cross his mind why a seventeen-year-old boy who nearly got killed wanted to know where this tournament took place.


"Thank you very much," a humorless grin spreads on his face, "Oh, and as for your train, don't worry, I'll take care of the disposal."


Before Furijuma could even think about it, the boy's eyes glowed red briefly and with a loud bang all the windows on the train shattered.The passengers, who had gathered themselves to some extent, now ducked in front of the pointed projectiles.


The decoy pulled up his brown jacket and also ducked so as not to get any splinters. When he looked up again, the boy was still grinning. His right clutched the left metal brace that had previously been part of the frame of the large windshield and lifted the lock. Furijuma lost his balance when the lock and a couple of wagons attached to it floated almost vertically above the ground. Just as the first wagons were about to surrender to the laws of nature and began to tip over, the boy threw the whole bunch of tin into the air. The lock turned and Furijuma was tossed around in his cabin. When he briefly opened his eyes, he saw below him how the tracks threatened to snap towards him and then ............................ ................ BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM !!


The lock hit the ground first, followed by the other wagons, which now partially slammed into the stopped railroad cars and everything disappeared in a huge cloud of fire, noise, smoke and heat.The boy was still standing in the same place as before and smiled a little when he saw the chaos in front of him.


"You have to explode these lousies immediately? You lose all the fun. Hopefully there will be some at the tournament that can take a little more, otherwise I'll get really angry.", Said the boy and floated into the air. He turned and took off in the direction of the Western Capital ................




The gigantic stadium rose from the middle of the city. It was the tallest building there and had swallowed up millions of SG. The outer skin was made of bluish titanium and the open oval structure could even be protected from rain with an automatic roof. However, since the sun was shining from the sky, the stadium was open and showed its enormous dimensions from above. The ring was larger than twenty soccer fields and covered with a gray concrete slab. A lawn stretched around it, about ten meters from the edge of the ring to the grandstands.

Everyone was ready for the 24th Tenkaichi Budoukai, only the fighters had to come.


"Man, it's huge.", Son-Goku marveled, while he and the others got closer to the huge concrete block.


As usual, a number of taxis and other cars were jammed in front of the entrance portal with its curlicues and colorful reliefs. Everyone honked and wanted to join the flow of people as quickly as possible that was pouring into the stadium.


"I don't think it got through there.", Jamchu said, pointing to the crowd of people who were pushing through the portal, which made the gate, which is oversized, seem much too small.


"Oh, no problem, lunch, if you would be so kind." Before the confused Lunch could react, Bulma took a blade of grass out of her trouser pocket and rubbed it under her nose. Lunch sneezed and promptly she turned into the wild blonde.


"Of course, we'd be laughing if I couldn't get us a couple of good seats."

With these words she drew her Uzis and marched off. As soon as they reached the crowd, they began to shoot and threatened everyone with murder and manslaughter if they did not leave immediately.


"Hey, you little bastard, if you don't leave right now, it'll make a difference, got it!"


The young man looked aghast at the two black openings that stared at him and disappeared faster than lightning.


When they finally got to the stadium, Lunch got them seats with the best view in the same way.


Then the big farewell ceremony began. ChiChi gave her three husbands a kiss, Goten and Gohan just looked embarrassed to the side, but Goku seized the opportunity and only broke away from his wife after a few minutes. Bulma only gave her son Trunks a kiss, as Vegeta immediately waved her hand and stood away with crossed arms. C18 and Kuririn promised their daughter that with the prize money they would win, they would buy her a lot of toys and somehow everyone wished everyone luck.

Then Son-Goku, Son-Gohan, Vegeta, 18-18, Tenshinhan and Kuririn set off for the preliminary round hall, where the sixteen participants in the round of 16 were filtered out. On the way there, Piccolo and Videl joined them. Piccolo had just finished his special training in the Palace of God and Videl, as always, had to endure her father's appearance. He had stepped in front of the crowd of journalists, cameras, microphones, fans and sports reporters with a loud trumpet sound, lots of confetti and lots of self-praise, and again he had one of his I-am-the-greatest-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-and-nobody -can-defeat-me-ha-ha-ha-ha-speeches stated. She was glad to have finally escaped the constant questions and the flash of flashlights.


A long line of boxers, ninjas, thugs, fat giants, samuraijs, wild monsters and all sorts of other fighters had formed in front of the preliminary round hall. Everyone finally wanted to go into the hall, but had to give their names beforehand.

Somewhat annoyed everyone stood in line and slowly came closer to the bookkeeper, whereby they had to calm Vegeta again and again, who more than once just wanted to blow up the others. When it was their turn, the clerk made a friendly face on some of them because he recognized himself.


"What's ... name?"


"Son Goku."


"Oh, that's you. You won the last tournament.", Vegeta looked surprised, "It's an honor to welcome you back."


Goku blushed a bit and immediately waved it off. But everyone who had already taken part in the tournament received such a greeting.


When finally C18 was registered, they went through a large gate into the hall. It was enormous. A total of sixteen small rings lined up on the opposite wooden wall. The whole room was full of fighters. On the right wall there were two tables per ring, at which three judges sat, armed with pens, waiting to write the winners on the