over anyone who asks him for help from persecutors. This person had delivered other people to death without batting an eyelid. Katra had known that people had no sense of honor or shame, but it still made him angry.On this wretched planet, everyone was out for their own gain and didn't care about other people. He longed to be home. There he would be appreciated by everyone. Nobody would tease him with his treacherous face and everyone would want to hear his stories. He got up resolutely. Now he had to end his mission. Katra knew: he couldn't sit idle a second longer. He had to fight urgently now. It pissed him off to be lazy. With the help of the treacherous human he would find this drink, his friend Goten and the girl who had stolen his most precious helper and kill him. Then he would find this Goku, because of whom he had made this cursed trip, kill him and then fly home comfortably to be celebrated. He would take the bounty and then retire. Nice idea, he told himself. But I still have to do something for that.With a firm step he left his room and looked for Syle and the young man whose name he had forgotten or not heard at all.




So. That was the fourth part. I hope you enjoyed it and you are also reading part five of my story. I'm curious to see how you liked the story, so write me your comments diligently.