Chapter 4 - The Robber Island






"Bulma, damn it ... Not so steep, otherwise the part will scuffle under our bums!" - "Better do it, your very best!" She really didn't have the nerve to quarrel with Vegeta ... Piccolo held on with one hand firmly on the cockpit door and with the other Dende, who had shot through the ship like a green cannonball. Such experiences were exactly the reason why he didn't want to come ... Vegeta was sitting in the armchair of the co-pilot. If anyone here had any idea how to bring something like this down in one piece, it was him ... Why didn't this woman want to see that ?! But Bulma wasn't quite as stupid as Vegeta thought. After all, she was a scientist and knew a lot about physics ... Vegeta couldn't say that about herself. His knowledge was based on experience, according to the 'try and error' principle. In his attempts to land a space capsule manually, without the help of the on-board computer, he had already 'burned the backside' several times.But Bulma knew exactly at what angle to enter the atmosphere, that was not the problem. Her problem was that she didn't have the strength to keep the rudder calm in all the turbulence ... Actually, Vegeta was made for this job, but in her opinion he would have managed to dive the ship tip first to drill the ground. Piccolo, meanwhile, had other worries ... Dende had slipped away and was now flinging uncontrollably through the cabin again. He had to get hold of it again before seriously injuring himself. So Piccolo let go of the door frame to go backwards, but was thrown lengthways to the floor by a violent jerk. Dende landed on his back ... And the ship had just landed too. Bulma breathed a sigh of relief ... "You see, you aristocratic nonsense? We're still alive ..." but Vegeta was already on the way back. "Nice carpet ... Real Namekians, eh?" - "Really very strange ... you vegetable prince!"Bulma just shook her head ..." No arguments guys! We now have completely different problems ...! "If she could get hold of whoever had the stupid idea of ​​sending these two guys on a trip together in this sardine can ... she didn't want to guarantee his life. Bulma just opened the hatch, what choice they had ? The hull of the ship was no longer tight ... So they could get out just as easily. It was warm, even really hot ... The air was extremely dry and full of sand. But you could breathe ... Sand .. Stones ... And what else? Nothing. Great ... For their emergency landing, they had probably chosen the only planet in a wide area where there was neither water nor any form of life ...


"You have chosen a great planet, woman ... There is a lot of sand here!" She tried desperately to control herself, but if this Saiyajin annoyance didn't shut up soon ... "There seems to be more here than sand and rocks ... "Dende wasn't quite so sure if the idea of ​​opening his mouth was really that good.But Piccolo immediately confirmed his observation and backed his smaller conspecifics. "He's right. There's some kind of settlement back there ..." Back there? Namekians obviously had not only good ears but also excellent eyes. Neither Bulma nor Vegeta could see anything in the indicated direction ... "Do you green boys need glasses ?! There is nothing!" But despite Vegeta's protest they set off ... Flying. Piccolo was so nice and carried Bulma. Actually she had expected that Vegeta would do this ... After all, they were almost married, he was the father of her son ... And soon her daughter too. Vegeta knew that Bulma was expecting a second child, but until now she had not told him that it would be a girl. As they got closer it turned out that Dende and Piccolo had been right. A settlement ... They landed some distance away, not everyone had to find out about their flying skills right away.They were still in the middle of the meeting about what exactly had to be done when suddenly something soft, squishy clapped in Vegeta's face ... Then we heard laughter from a nearby dune. Shortly thereafter, another muddy bullet landed on the back of Dende's head ... and again laughter! The third floor, this time probably intended for Bulma, was caught by Piccolo just in time ... Overripe fruit? This was probably a very special joker ... Piccolo listened, then felt an energy ... and threw back the strange fruit. Direct hit! From a few paces away you could hear a whining ... "Stop it! We surrender! It was just kidding ..." Vegeta didn't find this 'fun' funny at all. "I'll give you fun right away ..." By a miracle they managed to dissuade him from his lust for murder. The two boys who had had fun with them now brought them to the 'settlement' ... it was more of a junkyard.

The four were amazed when they found out that this was apparently a small, well-organized state ... A state of youngsters and children. And of course there was a leader here ... He was about sixteen years old, had brown, tousled hair and, like everyone here, wore dirty and well-worn, but extremely practical clothes. His name was Sereno, but he was as cheeky as Oskar ... Still, you could talk to him surprisingly sensibly. "So you crashed? Yes, the asteroid fields here are treacherous ... Of course we can help you. But one hand washes the other, you understand? What do we get for it?" They finally agreed on two Hoi-Poi capsules full of food ... In return, his boys would make their ship afloat again with parts from their junkyard so that they could use it to reach the spaceport on the other side of the great desert. The fine-tuning, i.e. the final repair, would then have to be carried out there in the docks.Bulma was happy with the deal ... Two capsules less, what did that matter? She had taken two dozen of them with her. After all, she knew Vegeta's appetite ... But Sereno had another surprise for her. He invited all four to their evening feast, the food here in the desert was scarce, so there would be no feast, but the fun was what counted for the young people ... Before that, however, they had a serious conversation. If you were to visit the spaceport and its city tomorrow, you should be very careful and never, under any circumstances, should either of you go anywhere alone. Vegeta laughed contemptuously and said he didn't need a babysitter ... But Sereno assured them that the slave hunters, of which this planet was teeming with, had ways and means to lay down even the strongest man. As was to be expected, Vegeta did not take this warning in the least seriously, and Piccolo also tended to believe that the boy was exaggerating excessively.Late in the evening, when it got dark, the party began ...


It was fantastic ... the darkness ... a gigantic campfire was burning. The music, mostly drums ... Bulma was intoxicated and Dende seemed very impressed too. Piccolo seemed to leave it all cold, but actually he too felt very comfortable here in the camp of these young people. And Vegeta? That was a hopeless case ... He sat mumbling in a corner and scared away anyone who got closer than three paces to him. Bulma tried to reassure the youngsters "He's always like that ... don't worry about that. Just leave him alone ..." Each of them had their own thoughts, and not all of them were as obvious as Vegeta ... There was no question that he would have loved to blow everything up. Dende was talking to some of the younger ones ... he was almost a child after all, god or no. Bulma tried to find out how and where they could get their ship afloat again and Piccolo ... he was standing a little to one side with his back leaning against an old container.Arms crossed, eyes closed, he tried to find the reason for this strange feeling. He went back in his memories, trying to get to the point where he'd felt it before ... Kami ... Yes, it had something to do with Kami. No ... not with Kami himself ... The moment he broke up with him! Piccolo suddenly realized how he knew this feeling that had plagued him since those events on the morning after the party. That caused the pain in his chest ... When Kami had split off his dark side, when he ... no ... when his father materialized. There was something else ... he could never have done it on his own. In the memory he had of his father there was something dark, incredibly evil ... He was torn from his thoughts. A group of young people had started singing ... It was less the melody that captivated him than the lyrics ... They sang of the four spirits of the universe, and the chosen ones who could rule them ... A legend.Yes ... When life is so poor, you look for legends ... His mind told him it was just a stupid legend ... But his heart, his feeling ... "Piccolo, you are slowly going crazy ... "he said to himself." Finally a sensible word, green guy! "Vegeta had stepped next to him unnoticed. Piccolo didn't feel the slightest desire to argue, so he swallowed the vicious answer and said nothing. When Vegeta noticed that, contrary to expectations, he couldn't upset Piccolo with his insult, he turned away and decided to go to sleep. A little later he was followed by Bulma and Dende. Piccolo, however, stayed where he was. He was standing there all night ... leaning against the container.




There was finally this disgusting blue planet ... This time this super Saiyan was not going to escape him! This time he would finish him off! Freezer started to land ... Whoever was responsible for being able to leave the afterlife just like that ... Thank you very much!It wouldn't take him long to find that Saiyan junk ... His best buddy in Hell had taught him to sense auras. This Cell really had a lot to offer. Freezer looked down at his body ... After all, he had his WHOLE body again, these mechanical and electronic components had annoyed him a lot. Kind of like the halo now. That stupid thing looked so ... so ... so disgustingly good. At the thought a cold chill ran down his spine and his tail curled up. "So ... Then let's put our theoretical