Dende, that underexposed pea, they should take with them too! Vegeta loved it ...


Back on Earth, an 'official' Group Z meeting was immediately organized. And, as always, Bulma had to make her living room available for this ... Why did everyone always believe that just because her family was rich, she wouldn't mind a dozen more or less aggressive guests? So the general council of war took place with her again ... According to the Kaioshin, they could start looking anywhere, every place was equally suitable.Yamcha said that then you could start on earth too, that would not be so dangerous. Bulma countered that they already knew the earth exactly. They certainly wouldn't find anything here that could help them ... Finally, it was agreed to look for the stranger who had killed Vegeta and Goku first. Obviously he knew what the time key and all that other stuff was all about. The best way to follow him was his spaceship, which he had left here on earth. So they wanted to pursue him with their own ship. But then there was the problem of who should fly ... Hm, so what did the guy in the temple and the Kaioshin say? Vegeta should come with me, Piccolo too ... and Dende. They wanted to stick to the wishes of the two. After all, each of them knew more about this whole matter than any of the members of Group Z combined. Well, there was room for four people in the ship. Three places were already taken.Who should be the last? It was finally agreed on Bulma, she was the only one who could do anything with the technology. The reactions to this classification were very different. Some of those who were to remain on earth were glad of that. Like Kuririn and Yamcha ... Others, like Son-Goten and Trunks, were disappointed. But the most violent were the reactions of those who were supposed to fly. Dende was just scared ... In fact, he was fucking scared! What should he be able to do big? Hard fights were in prospect, and he didn't think much of that. Piccolo looked completely indifferent on the outside, but on the inside he was rotating. The closer the departure time came, the stronger this uncomfortable feeling became. Bulma was just curious and couldn't wait to test this technical marvel. And Vegeta? He really shot the bird off ... He fell from one outburst to the next.He had the first when he heard that he should fly with them ... The second when he found out that Piccolo would also be there ... The third caused the news that they actually wanted to take Dende with them ... There was a real explosion but, when it was decided that Bulma would also fly ... And the rest gave him the fact that Kakarott had eaten his dinner. But his protests were simply ignored ... And now, three days later, the four 'lucky' four were on board and ready to take off ... Although, three days? They couldn't be so sure about it. Day, night and the seasons still changed completely haphazardly and at irregular intervals ...




So now they had started ... But nobody really had any idea what to do. Finding out what happened to the time key ... Search for that unknown force that the Kaioshin had spoken of ... It was all so easy to say!But where should you start? The universe was big! Thank goodness Bulma had found out that the autopilot of the thing had a function for the automatic return flight. So they decided to just fly back to where the ship came from ... The ship was much smaller than they had thought, by the way, as they noticed very quickly ... They were getting on each other's nerves after just under an hour ... Piccolo quarreled with Bulma about something irrelevant, Bulma just yelled at Vegeta because he was already feeding again. The only one who was very calm and watched the goings-on with wide eyes was Dende. Anyway, he wondered why old Kaios had insisted that he of all people should go. Finally Vegeta went to sleep, but only after he had cleaned up something. Normally, Goku was responsible for such 'eating actions', but Vegeta had really represented him worthily.So Bulma had to look for a new victim ... First she wanted to piss off Piccolo, but when he didn't show the slightest reaction, she shot herself at poor Dende. Imagine a Namek who is barely three feet tall and is being killed by a real power woman ... and that for absolutely no reason. The young god of the earth slipped away at the next opportunity ... And since it was just no fun to yell at Piccolo, everything went in one ear and out the other, Bulma wanted to go to sleep. But not without telling Piccolo to sit down in the cockpit and watch the displays. This did not bother him, however, he would not be able to sleep anyway ... And he also lacked the necessary rest to meditate. And if he was honest, that worried him very much. Something like this had never happened before ... Even if he had only had a short rest between two hard fights, he had always been able to concentrate.But now? Strange things had been going on inside him since the afternoon when they found Goku more dead than alive next to this spaceship. He was almost ready to talk to someone he trusted about it ... Gohan, Dende, Popo or maybe even Goku ... But that hadn’t happened anymore. He sat down in the pilot's chair, his cloak was disturbing and so he and his turban-like headgear took off without further ado. Still ... the armchair just wasn't made for Namek people, at least not for someone his height. He stared for a long time out of the window ... The stars raced towards him and became narrow stripes when they hissed past him sideways. And what fascinated him even more ... Seen from the earth, all stars were the same. Well, some were a little lighter or bigger ... But they were all just white dots on a dark blue sky. And here? The 'sky' was jet black and the stars ... They shone in every color of the rainbow.It must have something to do with the Earth's atmosphere. That's why the stars looked like they were white from there. But here ... The colors ... There was something ... Yes. He liked the sight. Since he was alone, he allowed himself a satisfied smile ... Nobody, not even his best friend Gohan, had ever seen him smile like that. Grin, yeah sure. In battle, when he was sure he would win ... His eyes finally wandered to the control panels. The endless rows of numbers that rattled across the displays meant nothing to him. Bulma might have done something with it. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back as best he could in the armchair that was much too small for him. The longer he watched the constantly changing, for him meaningless numbers, the more tired he became. Finally he fell asleep ...


He was woken up by an unbelievable screeching ... He only understood the words "idiot", "noise" and "stupid".Obviously it was Bulma, who was giving a talk to Vegeta about nocturnal disturbance. It wasn't night, and if someone disturbed the peace here, it was her. In any case, he hadn't woken up from Vegeta's "noise" ... Piccolo glanced over his shoulder at the back of the ship ... He saw the two fighters and also Dende, who had once again got caught between the fronts. He had been so careless and tried to settle the argument ... Obviously he didn't know Bulma or Vegeta well enough to know that such an undertaking was bound to fail. Piccolo now waved him forward into the cockpit and Dende, relieved, followed his request. "Hello Piccolo ... I wish the two would stop arguing." - "Leave them alone, at least they are busy ..." Also true again. Piccolo looked at Dende ... Should he tell him about his strange feelings? After all, everyone had noticed that he had acted very strangely ... No.This was neither the right place nor the right time for a soul striptease! So they both just looked at the colored stars ...


A few days went by, that is, according to her sense of time, it was days. The keeper of time in this strange temple had explained to them that after the destruction of the time key there was no more time ... and therefore no time could pass either. And really, if you listened to Bulma and Vegeta like that, you could believe that a day repeats itself over and over again. Dende and Piccolo were now making fun of predicting which insults the two of them would throw at each other next. "What do you mean Piccolo? 'Idiot' would be it again, right?" - "I think more like 'idiot', we haven't had it for a long time ..." The dirty vocabulary of the two Namekians increased easily in the few days ten times as much. And when Vegeta couldn't think of any more in this language, he resorted to some Sayajin'sche ... So there was also a small language course for free.

And of course the two were arguing again when they were interrupted by an annoying beep coming from the computer. "Hey you goat! What are you doing ?!" friendly as always our Vegeta ... "How should I know that, you sap ?!" Bulma was also in a good mood ... However, the computer then explained what was going on itself and thus prevented another verbal exchange of blows between the two. "Collision warning! Manual course correction required!" Three pairs of eyes, two Namek and one Sayajin, focused on Bulma ... "Huh ?!" all said at the same time. Bulma rolled her eyes and yelled at her, "That means we have to fly the box ourselves, you idiots!" But by then it was too late ... Something had hit the ship. Bulma immediately rushed forward into the cockpit to save what can be saved. It couldn't be that difficult! Looked exactly like a glider ... Somehow she brought the ship under control and everyone thought that was it.But the computer dashed their hopes again ... "Warning! Outer shell damaged! Immediate emergency landing required!" Stupid thing! Did that damn computer have to be so pessimistic ?! Emergency landing, all well and good ... But where? How should they know where to land? It was getting tricky! There was a huge whistle from behind and the air was running out. Bulma decided to just land on the next planet. If they