that he didn't notice someone following him at a proper distance. Finally Piccolo stopped at the next intersection. Why did all the streets have to look the same here ?! He decided on the narrow side street on his right, because he was sure that he had not yet walked through such a dark alley ... After all, he could move freely here, and here he was not noticeable with his green skin. .. In his search for the meeting point he had already seen much crazier people. What...? Suddenly someone was pulling on his cloak. Piccolo jerked around and ... PFFFFT! ... splashed something right in his face. He staggered backwards ... What kind of stuff was that? His head ... Everything was spinning ... He threw his heavy clothes on the floor and prepared for a fight, but then had to support himself on the nearby wall ... Only now did he notice that besides himself and the two guys over there, who had just attacked him, there was no one in that alley. Well.Then he would not injure anyone in his counterattack, which was about to follow ... He pushed himself off the wall and went back into fighting stance. Why did his hands get so numb ...? He knew it was maddening to start a fight in this state, but he had no choice ...




By the time Piccolo was trying to defend himself against his attackers, someone else was also fighting a tough fight. She stood on the bridge of her space cruiser and watched the many small points of light far out in space. Everyone was either one of the small, agile, and fast hunters, or a shot fired by one of them. Her gaze slid from the screen to the floor and some of the silvery-white hair from her wild mane slipped into her face. She didn't know how many battle she was fighting, she had stopped counting somewhere around 200 ... And only very rarely, actually almost never, had she lost. But she knew that this was not only due to her ... Her team was unique.Her men trusted her and she led them as best she could. She turned to the navigator, the buckles on her knee-high black boots clinking softly. In general, she was dressed almost completely in black, only the inside of her cloak, which rolled up into a collar at the neck, shone in a rich red. And something else about her clothing was not black, but white ... The big symbol, which emblazoned on the chest of her high-necked top. The same symbol that adorned her silver belt buckle ... The symbol of the pirates. Her gloves creaked barely audibly now as she clenched her hands into fists. “Send the second unit out!” Without comment, her instructions were followed ... On board this ship there was a simple rule: never question the captain's orders! Well, she didn't take it too seriously herself, but everyone knew that it would be beneficial for them when they did. Her captain was good, damn good ... That she made mistakes was unthinkable for her crew.In her mind she ran her fingertips over the scar that ran across her right cheek ... She knew it hadn't always been that good. Outside the battle between their ships and those of their opponent was still raging. Your opponents ... real devils! Fast, deadly ... and her own life was of no value to her. That made them so dangerous ... They were flying maneuvers that were suicidal. And whoever commanded them, he had to have a specific goal, because he was systematically trying to keep all other ships out of that sector. That was interesting, you had to dig deeper. Maybe something would be lost for a gang of pirates. She knew what to do ... With great strides she walked across the bridge of her ship, straight to her chair in the middle. "Get the boys back in when they're done out there ... And then head for Robber Island!" she said coolly, then threw her cloak around with an elegant swing and sat down.She crossed her arms over her chest and let her head droop ... Anyone who didn't know her would think she was asleep, but her people knew better. She was lost in her thoughts and usually didn't share them with anyone ...




Unlike the pirates, Piccolo was about to lose his battle. That weird stuff they sprayed on his face ... it clouded his senses. He could no longer think clearly, it was impossible for him to concentrate his energy. Sleep ... just sleep ... wearily he sank down on the floor. He was done ... The last thing he was consciously aware of was a net that was thrown over him ... and then ... nothing.




Meanwhile the other three were looking for him, Bulma blamed Vegeta very much. "Vegeta, how could you let Piccolo go alone? We were warned that it was dangerous here ... even for someone as strong as you two!" - "Pah ... I'm not doing the nanny for you the giant green baby!He should take care of himself ... "Dende shook his head ... Of course Piccolo could take care of himself but ..." Hey, sugar snail ... "Bulma stared at the man who had just spoken to her with wide eyes. .. Sugar snail ?! What did the guy think who he was? "What?" She asked rather irritably. The man pulled out something that looked suspiciously like a purse ... He didn't think she was with him for anything Money ... "The little Namek there ... For how much would you leave him to me? "Bulma didn't think she heard correctly ..." Please ?! "-" I want to buy it! Namekians are rare and get really good prices on the slave markets of Temm-Ra ... If you want to sell it there yourself, I understand, of course. The journey there is not without risk though ... "Selling Dende? Was the guy still crunchy ?!" Make that you get away ... you ... you ... "Bulma was about to explode and the man pulled it before to go."Well I didn't think the idea was bad at all ... we should have listened to his offer ..." - "Vegeta! How can you!" Dende was now even smaller than he already was and clung to it fearfully Bulma's left leg tight. Suddenly she had a very bad feeling ... Namekians ... Slaves ... valuable ... The realization was like a wet towel in the middle of her face ... Piccolo!




In the meantime he was slowly coming to and found that he could hardly move. Something was restricting his freedom of movement ... something cold ... After a while, in which he still struggled with the drowsiness, he finally managed to open his eyes. It was quite dark, only a dull light from some fluorescent tubes on the ceiling fell on him ... And the many others that were in this place. Now he also noticed why he could not move freely ... Like the others, he was sitting on the floor with his back against a cold wall ... His hands with what he thought were ridiculous chains over his head just chained that wall.Ridiculous ... As if those 'twine' could hold him! Something like that only worked with normal people ... Get out of here! He pulled on his bonds with all his might and expected that they would loosen or tear themselves out of their anchoring at any moment ... puff cake! The things held! Was he still so weak? He tried again ... with exactly the same modest success. Suddenly someone stuck the end of a stick in his side, it crackled, and a stab of pain shot through his body ... Piccolo gasped. "Keep calm, Namekians! Otherwise we have the means to calm you down ..." At these words the guy, who looked like a cross between a warthog and an armadillo, was a good six feet tall and wore dirty clothes, again the staff ... Piccolo had great respect for this after just one touch, a second time really didn't have to be. "You seem to be quite sensible Green ... So watch out, that nice little thing there on your neck ... it depresses your energy level.So attempts to escape are pointless ... and painful! "Then he stabbed again with the stick to emphasize his words ... laughing dirty, the disgust disappeared in the direction of the exit. Piccolo tears welled up in his eyes. That was worse than being hit in a fight ... This pain was much stronger. Was it because his energy level was lowered so much? At least that explained his lack of strength. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down again ... he had to think. Vegeta that idiot ... if he didn't would have started this completely pointless argument ... No. It was also his own fault, Piccolos ... His behavior had been just as stupid as Vegeta's. Just as stubborn ... Except that he was sitting here now .. ... and not this damn, megalomaniac Saiyajin! Piccolo didn't like to admit it, but he was completely helpless at the moment ... He suddenly listened.You had to, he was the only Namek here ... "Just take good care of the Namek back there ... He has a high sales value!" - "Don't worry about that ... These green guys are tough! "Sales value? It didn't take Piccolo much imagination to imagine why he was here ... or rather, as WHAT. Obviously they intended to sell him as a slave ...




"Vegeta ... Should anything happen to Piccolo, or should we not find him again, then God help you!" Bulma was boiling ... with anger. Vegeta, however, only had a bored grin and a derisive comment for her. "That pea there? Don't laugh at that ..." She wasn't in the mood for such jokes at all ... She was super angry, and as a person she would have had the opportunity to transform, like that Saiyajins, she would have made it by now ... She's never been so mad at Vegeta ... not even when he ran half Capsule Corp. had blown up.Her voice was dangerously calm as she spoke now. "Don't be joking. I'll only tell you once ... Either we'll find him, or you'll wish you were still dead. I guarantee you that." Vegeta was confused ... No insults? Not a screeching? Obviously this wasn't one of her usual, half-joking threats ... she meant it this time. What did Bulma find in this green guy?


What did the guy who wanted to buy Dende say? Slave market on Temm-Ra? Well, then that was probably their first stop looking for Piccolo ... It was pointless to look for him here in this maze of alleys and backyards. If he were still here, he would have felt their auras long ago and would have met them. That could