... or rather they had found one. That's how it worked with the Spirits ... If you earned one, then it came to you. Master allowed himself a mental grin ... USUALLY it was. The destruction of the time key enabled him to FORCE the spirits under his control. Once he had all four, he had unlimited power. But one was lost through Zoa's fault.So the ultimate goal was to find the other three and take the last one from these worms with their help. Thanks to his former servant, he knew enough about her to be able to touch her deeply ... this traitor had been good for something after all! It was a good thing that his brief slave existence had weakened his will so much for a short time, and he was able to read his mind without any problems. Now he also knew the names of his enemies: Dende, Bulma and Vegeta ... A little god, a human woman ... and a Saiyajin prince. What a mix! A real monkey circus ... actually they shouldn't really be dangerous to him ...




Meanwhile, each of our friends wanted to relax in their own way ... While Bulma preferred a hot bath, Dende and Piccolo had gone into the ship's greenhouse, which actually looked more like a huge garden. A G-room, a garden ... obviously there was nothing that wasn't on board this ship.On the way there the two did not exchange a word, but Dende kept glancing at Piccolo. Outwardly there was nothing to tell, he looked the same as always ... His posture, the cloak ... When he arrived, Piccolo took a few deep breaths and then sat cross-legged under one of the trees. There was even grass here, bushes, a pond ... Someone had really gone to great lengths to create a garden here. He closed his eyes ... nevertheless he felt that Dende was standing close to him the whole time, watching him. Finally he couldn't take it anymore ... "Piccolo ... Was it bad?" He really worried about his great friend. It took a while, and Dende wanted to repeat his question because he thought that Piccolo might not have heard him during his meditation, after all he got an answer ... "Yes ..." Piccolo had nothing more to say on this subject say. Nobody, not even Dende, should ever know how bad it really had been for him ... They would think he was weak ... Especially Vegeta, and Piccolo wanted to avoid that at all costs.Besides ... who would seriously believe that there was a sensitive soul under his rough upper devil shell ?! He wasn't a coward or a weakling ... And a sensitive one? No, probably not that either. But then it wasn't quite as hard as he always pretended to be. He had always been lonely ... until the day when he allied himself with his ex-archenemy Son Goku against his brother Raditz. Initially a pure community of convenience, a real friendship developed from it. And when he spent another year with Gohan ... The boy became his best friend. Friend...? He was like a son to him ... But he hadn’t even spoken to him about his soul life. Piccolo concluded that no one really knew what was going on ... though he suspected that Dende and Popo sometimes suspected something. Dende, who had quickly realized that Piccolo would not talk about his experiences, had meanwhile withdrawn to another corner of the garden.He was thinking too ... about Piccolo. When would he finally understand that it wasn't a sign of weakness if he allowed his feelings and showed them too ?!




There was someone else ... Or something else ... You couldn't be that sure. In any case, it had come on board. We're talking about the little flare ... Still nobody noticed it. And actually you should speak of her as a person ... At least if you follow her thoughts like that ... >> Hmm ... Well, I can feel very well that the guy I want to see is five decks higher ... . Should I go right away? Nope ... have a little fun first! Let's see where I ended up here ... The kitchen? Well, there are a few pranks ... << The ball really had a devilish sense of humor. When a chicken prepared for roasting, naked and already seasoned, started flapping its wings and flew through the kitchen, the cook almost jumped into the soup in shock.After this appearance, the ball slipped out of the chicken, which then fell lifeless to the ground. Then it hissed away through a ventilation shaft ... and left completely terrified kitchen staff behind. On her way to the person she was obviously looking for, she wreaked havoc ... The last person she came across was someone who was carrying a large stack of data cartridges ... but he was no longer carrying them, after the bullet gave him BRZZL! electrocuted his buttocks. Now she had reached her goal. Well ... their target was behind this door. Then let's get in ...




One in the bathtub, two in the garden ... and the last one wanted to take a shower. I mean Vegeta, of course ... A really hot shower and then a 'relaxing' workout in the G-room, that would be exactly the right thing now. He didn't have to worry about fresh clothes ... there were plenty of them here on board. And not even impractical or inconvenient.But he wouldn't have had any problems with putting his dirty clothes back on after the shower ... It was a mystery to him anyway what people always had with their clothes. For him, clothes had only two purposes: first, to cover things that nobody but him should see, and second, to keep him warm. It didn't matter what it looked like or whether it was clean ... And Bulma's taste in color was the last thing anyway. Throwing his clothes into a corner with a swing and going into the bathroom. The mechanical door slid shut behind him with a faint hiss as he got into the shower and turned on the water. The almost painfully hot water pelted his body and he closed his eyes ... If he had looked at the door again, and if the door of the shower stall hadn't been almost opaque ... He would probably have the little flare that it would since her experience in the reactor that no one had noticed before.She slipped quickly behind him through the closing door. Then she hovered for a few minutes in the middle of the room, and finally from above into the shower ... "Whaaa ... What the hell is that ?! Hey ... Come out between my legs, you perverted firefly!" Neither his scream, nor the impact of his bare bottom on the wet floor of the shower could not be heard ... And so, less than ten seconds later, Bulma was standing in the door of the other bathroom, which Vegeta was using, just wrapped in a towel. .. Bulma didn't know what to laugh about first. About the 'proud prince' who was sitting in the shower, one leg hanging outside, and the water was still pattering on his head ... Or about the luminous thing that was always buzzing in a circle around his head. He had kicked out the door of the shower cubicle when he crash-landed ...


After that experience in the shower, Vegeta refused to argue ... He wanted answers, immediately!And above all he wanted to know what the glowing thing was about. The thing was still buzzing around his head ... They met in a meeting room, which was on the same deck as the bridge. They had only been back on board the pirate cruiser for a few hours, but there had been enough time to recover. When Vegeta and Bulma entered the room, the others were already there. Sita was just finishing her report on what had happened ... Piccolo, who was sitting with folded arms across from Sita, wanted to know what had happened while he was away ... and what it was about Sita and the pirates. She didn't know all the details of her new friends' mission either, but Piccolo probably knew about that anyway. He listened attentively to her the whole time, even if his gaze kept wandering the room. It was relatively dark and the few lamps were reflected on the table top, which was also dark.Dark wood paneling on the walls ... Also on the table and the armchairs ... The latter were the right size for him, much to Piccolo's satisfaction. They were three times too big for Dende ... He was standing at the window and looking at the stars ... the colors still fascinated him. And how they slowly drifted past the window ... Wonderfully calm. The calm outside in space and the calm here in this dark room created a very strange feeling. Somehow unreal ... But the silence was over at the exact moment when Bulma and Vegeta came ... the latter was still buzzing the little flare like a mini satellite around his head. "Get out of here, you annoying firefly! Kush ... it will be soon ?!" But the flare did not think of disappearing. On the contrary ... He landed in Vegeta's hair and made himself comfortable there, in the middle of his forehead, like in a nest. Vegeta rolled his eyes ... "Did you finally see the light?" Piccolo asked jokingly.“Shut up the cucumber!” If Vegeta really saw a friend in Piccolo by now and even liked him, then he was really good at hiding it. In any case, he had snapped at him very unfriendly and when he sat down at the table, he did it as far away as possible. And Vegeta was not only in a bad mood, he was also impatient. He waited with his request to Sita that she should "finally damn well explain" what all this meant, not until Dende and Bulma had sat down with them. Sita thought about where she should begin ... They could tell them their own story ... What about the man Vegeta had obviously had a problem with before ... And she could tell them her guess notify the 'annoying firefly'. It would be best if she would start from scratch. For the next two hours only Sita talked ... she wasn't interrupted once by a question. Even Vegeta shut up ...

"Well ... I think I now know what to look for for the Kaioshin. But let's start from the beginning ... Vegeta, you asked me in the pub on Temm-Ra what happened to Sammo's remark from because of 'aura warrior' is about ... It's actually quite simple: Aura warriors can use the power of their aura in a special way. I noticed that you ... and you Piccolo too ... you up to one Have some degree of control over your aura.