Of warriors and wimps




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1. Three years period


He didn't fly after them. The limp Earthlings just happened to have the same thought as him. Back to the Capsule Corporation.


The wind tugged violently at his stupid clothes. He wanted his battle suit back all too badly. It was aerodynamic, sleek, adaptable and above all, it was worthy of it. But special circumstances are known to require special measures. The suit was dripping wet on a line and had to be exchanged for this ridiculous fumble - again.


But Vegeta had completely forgotten his appearance at that moment.


Thoughtfully, he narrowed his eyes and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Several questions pounded in his head and with the best will in the world he couldn't find an answer.


He and Kakarotte were the only full blooded SaiyaJins in this goddamn universe.They were the last of their kind.


Or not ?


Who was that guy? And what did he have to discuss with Kakarotte?


Or rather, why was he able to turn into a Super Saiyan too?


Why him, why kakarrot, why hasn't he succeeded yet?


The boy had made kindling out of freezer without batting an eyelid.


"Another super Saiyajin? This is absolute nonsense !!! Except for the two of us there are no more Saiyajins!", Vegeta hissed.


But he knew what he had seen. Black hair or not, he had met a second Super Saiyan today and that alone gnawed at him. Not only was he able to convince himself that Kakarotte had managed to cross the line from the normal Saiyajin, no, he also had to watch how a complete stranger had managed to do it besides himself!


He felt it seething inside him, how he had to pull himself together so that he didn't act rashly.Because his ambition opposed his sanity, urging Kakarrot to immediately challenge him to a fight. He wanted to measure himself against him and show everyone that he was the stronger one. He's the prince, Kakarrot just a lousy lower-class warrior. Vegeta clenched his fists that almost hurt.


Not now.


He would defeat Kakrotte, but not here, and certainly not today.


He had enough sense to know that he had no chance against the renegade Saiyajin at the moment. As much as the thought tormented him, he had to face the truth.


'Lie to others, but never to yourself!'


He had to train, train so much, until he was finally stronger, as the Saiyajin hierarchy intended. The cyborgs didn't interest him. He didn't give a shit what would happen to the earth in three years. He didn't believe this strange guy anyway.


Why also? Anyone could come ....

Vegeta almost struck him off his mind if it weren't for that little thing ... the little thing of a Super Saiyan.


But the goofy cyborg story would give him the edge. She would give him three years to outdo Kakarrot.


Three years.


Three years should be enough to finally become a Super Saiyan.


He would have three years to restore his honor.


And then he would pick up where the Saiyajins left off before they were destroyed by Freezer ...


Then he would kill all those who humiliated and degraded him.




“What is that actually, a cyborg?” Krillin looked ignorantly into the small group in the Capsule Corporation. But hardly a fighter responded to his question. They all looked thoughtfully at the floor, as if that was where they would find the answer to their questions.


Only Bulma was the only one who sat up and looked morosely at the warriors.

Your home, the Capsule Corporation, has often been converted into a crisis center. It was no surprise to them that the Z-Troop warriors had gathered in their living room without further consultation.


They had just learned that they would all die in a fight against machines.


No wonder, then, that they instinctively went to Bulma's house. Because one of the best high-tech research stations in the world was hidden here. Her father's ingenuity and her flair for mechanics made them both an unbeatable team in science.


The fighters hoped for the answers they were looking for here. And Krillin was the first to ask the question she feared most since the gruesome news from the future.


Embarrassed, she tugged her lower lip with her teeth.


"Cyborgs are artificial beings that were created by humans. In principle, they are just machines.A pile of metal that has the ability to mimic human thought. "


Krillin let his shoulder hang with a sigh and seemed to be satisfied with that answer.


"But how can a pile of junk get so strong? I mean junk is and remains junk, doesn't it?" Bulma looked over at Yamcha, who apparently hoped that as a scientist she would conjure an ace up her sleeve and everyone could sleep peacefully walk.


"Basically yes, but anything is possible with the right energy sources ..."


"Also defeating a Super Saiyan ...?" Gohan asked.


"Or the destruction of the earth ...?", Piccolo added to his protégé. The Z-troop's eyes were now all on her. Bulma swallowed.


What do they expect from me? The Philosopher's Stone?


"I can well imagine that Dr. Gero has this kind of knowledge. It takes a lot of ingenuity, but anything is possible."

Bulma could see how each of her single words made the faces of the fighters longer and longer. That was scientific confirmation that this wasn't a joke.


A loud sigh broke the oppressive silence for a moment.


Bulma nervously drummed her fingers on the rim of her coffee cup.


Cyborgs ... artificial beings ... Dr. Gero ....


“Hey, I've got it!” Yamcha jumped up and raised his finger in the air as if to announce the arrival of Jehovah. Bulma looked at him questioningly.


"If these things are only made of metal anyway, then we can just throw them in the water and wait until they start to rust!"


Bulma rolled her eyes. This idea could really only come from someone who hadn't thought of anything in his life but fighting and women.


To their astonishment, however, Tenshinhan also interfered.


"And maybe we can add a little acid, then they'll rust faster ..."

Bulma's eyes got bigger and bigger. Water? Acid ??


Krillin also seemed to be infected by this 'brilliant' idea.


"How about soap ... it always stings so terribly in the eyes ..."


Soap and acid ... ??? Cyborgs?


Bulma nervously toyed with a strand of hair.


Someone growled.


As if on command, the small group turned around.


Bulma stared doggedly at Vegeta, who was leaning against a wall away from them and grimacing as if he was chewing on a lemon.


I forgot all about it!


"Do you have a better idea, you smart ass !?" Yamcha yelled back, clenching his fists. He apparently felt safe in Goku's presence.


"First of all, we should get rid of unnecessary ballast ..." There was a dangerous undertone in Vegeta's voice that made Bulma ring all alarm bells.


She could still vividly remember Vegeta's brutality and cruelty.

His cold eyes turned to Yamcha. They reminded Bulma more of a puma watching its prey and just waiting for the right time to snap.


Yamcha took a few steps back suddenly and slumped roughly onto the sofa behind him.


"Hold your breath, boys! There's no fighting in my house! Got it?"


She bravely built herself up between the brawlers and gave the Saiyajin a look that she normally saved for misogynists and serial killers.


"Ts!" Vegeta leaned back, relaxed. He had achieved what he wanted. This man's lacquer monkey had his pants completely painted.


“Didn't know that you can sink so deep and have to be protected by a woman!” Vegeta consciously spat out the word 'woman' as if it were a primitive form of life that was absolutely not worthy of him.


Bulma inevitably ignored this remark and swallowed a snappy answer that was on the tip of her tongue.She didn't have to pour more gasoline into the open fire.


"Put aside the nonsense and get down to business, men! We have a serious problem ahead of us. And I hate to say it, but Vegeta is right."


She heard Yamcha, Krillin, and Tienshinhan gasp.


"If Dr. Gero actually manages to create cyborgs that can devastate the entire planet, then he must have thought of such little things as watertight machines!" She ignored Yamcha 's objection and went on.


"In addition, soap and acid together have an inhibitory effect. It would be of about as much use if we attacked the cyborgs with fire and ice at the same time."


"Doesn't matter!", Son Goku interrupted. Unlike the others, he didn't look down at all. On the contrary. His eyes seemed to be sparkling with verve. He blinked at her belligerently.


"I wasn't going to win the fight with any tricks anyway."

Vegeta listened up.


"Well, why not like that!" He growled.


Bulma looked back and forth between Vegeta and Son Goku.


Can they only think of fighting all the time?




Bulma carried the last cup into the kitchen and stowed it in the dishwasher. Her friends had agreed to face the cyborgs like 'real men'. Bulma clapped her hand in front of her forehead, uncomprehending.


"They all suffer completely from softening of the brain!"


Now that they had exchanged each other's who would train where, they were all blown away.


"The rats are leaving the sinking ship! Leave me alone with all the dirty dishes!"


But after she had cleared up the small, manageable chaos, she allowed herself a few minutes of rest to go through the day in her mind again.


It doesn't often happen that you