Part 2




“I'm bored.” C 17 crossed his arms defiantly, hung his head and looked at the hot, hard asphalt. The two cyborgs had been on the move for hours without being near a soul. "What should we do now? Ooooh, I know: ROT!" C 17 glanced grimly at his sister, who was also trotting listlessly next to him. "Can you tell me why you are suddenly such a moral apostle ?! Just because the bald little man had our bombs removed ?! If you want to know my opinion: A strange stupid move that we should take advantage of immediately ..." "And next? You know, I've been thinking ... "C 18 stopped. "Assuming we would first wipe out all life on this and then the other plates while having our fun ... then what? Have you already thought about that? Then we would also rot from boredom. No." . "We have to come up with something better ..." "A devious grin spread across C 18's face and she cast a sardonic look at her skepish-looking brother."How about world domination ..." "But C18, we've already been through that, haven't we? Politics is exhausting, even with dictatorship. Where's the pleasure?" They went on. "Why exhausting? Couldn't it be more likely that my lovely brother is just too lazy ?!" "But not really." C 17 ran his fingers through his straggly black hair. "Really ... women! Think about it! We would have to constantly make sure that we remain the strongest. Even if Son Goku is dead, Group Z continues to exist. And not just them. Times are constantly changing and it is." new fighters will emerge from the following generations who will be even better than anyone up until now. The best proof is Son Gohan. Even if I hate to admit it: he had a fabulous teacher. You heard what he did with Cell. I can well imagine that as an adult he is stronger than Goku and Group Z together.And while we're on the subject ... "C 17 stopped again and looked up at the sky." Group Z, you know that yourself, consists of inflated, self-proclaimed world savers. And they are persistent. Just thinking about this Vegeta ... absolutely stubborn, really. And that's exactly what makes them C 18 not harmless. Fighting them is not fun at the moment because they are too weak. But I know them well enough to be able to say that they keep training forever ... until they have a real chance against us. “He broke his gaze and they walked on.” On top of that, these darned guys always have an ace up their sleeve. So you see, "C 17 looked at his sister," there aren't exactly the best future prospects for us. Unfortunately, I have to admit, even if we continued to train hard, such a confrontation would involve risks. Do you understand? "" Hmph. "C 18 looked defiantly at the ground again." So no world domination. "



“You can't do anything about that.” In the meantime, by chance, Yamcha ran across Muten Roshi and the others, laden with heavy shopping bags. “Poor little one.” Kamesin's eyebrows and sighed. "But what should you do. Unfortunately, there is only one remedy for such grief: time. I am sure that he will be fine in a few weeks, even if it doesn't look like it at the moment. Unfortunately, we all make things more difficult carry the pain in us, as far as Son Goku is concerned. Just think of poor Chichi and little Son Gohan. "They turned a corner and walked past numerous shops whose shop windows were adorned with Mister Satan posters. Yamcha paused for a moment, stopped and took a closer look at one of the posters. “Come on!” Oolong turned around angrily. "What are you looking at? He's really not that beautiful, let alone our Savior. Pah, that I don't laugh!" Yamcha broke his gaze and joined his friends again.“But people believe in him.” Pool licked an ice cream in thought. "Let's leave them." By now they had reached a glider with the Capsule Corporation name on it in large letters. Muten Roshi made a few cramped and somewhat awkward movements to get the key to the glider while he continued to speak. "So at least we have our peace and quiet. Imagine if the truth came in the light." They loaded the things and got in. "That might be a disaster! All media bullies would break our door and besides ..." Muten Roshi started the engine, took off and set course for the island. "... who would believe our story? Even if it is unfair: the way it is, it is good. So stop wasting your thoughts on it. Think of Chichi and Son Gohan. They need us more than ever at the moment . Rejoice in the peace that has returned and that we all have prospects for the future again. "But all attempts to bring some hope into the eyes of his friends failed.Again, as had often been the case in the past few weeks, it had become quiet. Kamesin saw the faces of his protégés reflected in the window and only heard the noise of the engine.




“Great Krillin!” The old turtle clapped its fins enthusiastically. “You are getting stronger every day!” Krillin had fired an insane kamehameha, the power of which had been so powerful that it had split the sea and for a moment formed a narrow path so that one could see the dark sea floor. Now Krillin stood there, his hands still in the starting position, looking at his work. Only when the aisle was gone did he straighten up and wipe the sweat from his forehead, embarrassed. "Oh ... that wasn’t anything special. Honestly. If I really do my best, I’ll definitely create an even bigger one ..." "... that you absolutely have to show me!" The turtle stretched her head even higher and looked at her friend with wide eyes.Krillin smiled. It was the first smile he'd managed since Son Goku's death and the spurloden disappearance of 18C. “Of course.” Krillin stomped towards the house and took a few sips from a water bottle that he had previously placed next to the house entrance. `He looks a lot more relaxed. When I think of last week ... "The turtle moved slowly and somewhat laboriously towards the house." Where is the ... "" Master? "Krillin had felt the approaching auras. He turned around and put his hand to his forehead to find the glider in the sky." Here he comes. Was in town with pool and oolong. We urgently needed new supplies. "" Wow ... "The turtle's jaw fell into the sand." Now he can see! ´ "Just like his master! All attention! "Kamesin patted his student on the shoulder. In the meantime the turtle had enthusiastically told of Krillin's appearance - embellished, of course." How the seagulls looked! "She enthused."I'll tell you: When the water saw Krillin's huge Kamehameha, it moved to the side on its own, it was so scary ... And if the cleared ground could have" she waved her fins wildly, "then he would be too dodged !!! Hmmmm ... "She frowned and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “But whin only ...?” “But please.” Krillin had turned quite red by now - as red as the tomatoes that he was neatly stowing in the pantry. “Phew!” Pool put the last bag on the table. "That might be a heat ..." "My speech." Oolong had packed a glider into the capsule and put it back in a drawer. "Tell me, oolong and pool ..." The turtle peeked at the two of them with interest. “We haven't seen each other for a long time. What brought you back here, if you may ask?” “What?” Oolong winked at Pool and her and pointed to Muten Roshi. "The search for a pleasant, quiet atmosphere, good food and of course old friends."" Look at it. "Muten Roshi smiled. Bulma is too tense? Do you have to ..." "Hey, Oolong! How about a little cool down?" "Really! Can you read my mind ?! Let's go !! "And before you know it, the two rush out of the house. There remained three irritated and at the same time smiling faces. Weren't cats afraid of water?




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