As you can see, this FF is not exactly short, so I advise everyone who does not have a flat rate to load this FF into the writing program and read a piece there every day. If you do that you will find that this FF is not about DB or DBZ. But I know that only experienced manga and anime fans are stupid and therefore I ask you for an honest opinion. Just imagine the characters in the drawing style like DB or DBZ !. These are the first 2 chapters of a book I want to write. After that, I might want to register it for a manga and anime competition, but first I will trust your honest comments!


PS: Some but not all names used here make sense to read the return value so if you want to find out, you must not just fly over it !!!!!


Thank you for your uninvested time. When I'm back from vacation at the beginning of August, I want to see a lot of comments here! ;-)


Your drink fan15



Chapter 1: "The Lonely Wanderer"




Sand, nothing but sand dunes and miles of sand plains. In the middle of this wasteland that only brings death and ruin, a lonely wanderer goes on his way. He has loaded a large, heavy bundle and is walking northwards as if in slow motion. His bundle is a package made of firewood and various fabrics as well as bags and vessels made of leather. He wears a hat that is also made of leather and 2 net-like structures are attached to his boots. These seem to make walking in the deep desert sand easier for him. The pain that the weight and the searing heat seem to trigger is reflected in his face. Although every kilogram of his luggage seems to be torture for him, he also carries some weapons with him. A quiver with arrows protrudes from the carefully tied bundle and an artfully decorated bow hangs diagonally over his body, which is also clad in light leather clothes.The carved signs are hardly recognizable because the omnipresent sand seems to conquer every crack, no matter how small. In addition to a few small bags, he has 2 knives and a heavy sword hanging on his belt. The stranger also leans on a strong stick that is adorned with a wonderfully blue sparkling stone. The strange hiker has laboriously climbed one of the numerous dunes and now looks sadly over the gigantic flat plain that lies ahead of him. His face as well as his hands are covered with a millimeter thick layer of salt and the sweat is still running down in rivulets. The stranger torments himself down the slope of the dune and bends to the ground at the end of it. Considered by the sand and therefore not recognizable for a layman, a small bush grows there. But even this one seems to be dying. Not one more leaf it bears, but to the hiker it seems more valuable than all the gold in the world. He uproots the plant and pulls out the smaller of his knives.He chops off the tuber of the bush and immediately water runs from the shoot axes into his mouth. He greedily struggles and after the bush has been drained, he ties it up in his firewood package. He gets up again and starts again to conquer part of this merciless desert.


He's been running for 10 minutes when suddenly two spiders the size of soup plates jump out of the sand. With a cat-like movement, the stranger evades and has spat both spiders on his little knife within a fraction of a second. He takes it off and throws it back. They are deadly poisonous and not edible ......... unfortunately. Again he goes on, planning every step beforehand. On his tail he finds a dead animal that looks like an antelope. It has already been gnawed by the few predators and is therefore no longer of any use to the hiker.


The evening is already dawning when a steep cliff replaces the seemingly endless plain. Our stranger searches for a while until he finds a small cave that is just big enough for him.He pushes in and smells down a low corridor. Suddenly this expands to a 3 meter high chamber. Here he carefully slices up part of the firewood he has carried and skilfully ignites it with a flint. He throws his luggage up next to his fire and pulls a wool sleeping bag out of his bundle. Before he slips into it, he eats a piece of dry bread and takes a tiny sip of water. He doesn't seem to have much left. It is not too late for the hiker to sneak away in his sleeping area. Because shortly afterwards the temperature of the desert and thus also the temperature in the already cool cave suddenly drop. Spooky noises penetrate the adventurer's ears, but as an experienced hiker this doesn't seem to bother him and so he sinks into a deep sleep. The heat woke him the following morning. Reluctantly, he left his hiding place to expose himself to the heat of this deadly desert.

He hadn't got far when he saw a vulture in front of him. Immediately the hiker grabbed the bow and arrow, but then decided to let this meal fly because he did not know what effects the consumption of vulture meat had on his body and he could now least use an illness.


Around noon the stranger stopped and looked at the bloody sun. From one of his numerous pockets he pulled out an old map and after a quick look he changed his direction to the east.


It was afternoon when our adventurer finally had the longed-for goal in mind - an oasis. There was water in abundance, as well as fruits and grass. He lay down in the shade of a palm tree, undressed and went for a swim in the fresh, fresh water. When he had freed his slim but muscular body from sand and sweat, one saw that this hiker had beautiful blue eyes and short blue hair. He went back to his luggage and washed his clothes in a nearby spring.Dressed only in a loincloth, he cut off a branch with his large knife and sharpened it. While his clothes lay over a bush to dry, he went fishing. He stood motionless in the water for minutes and then hit it with his own-made spear at lightning speed. The result was 14 fish in 30 minutes. The sun was already bathing the oasis in a glowing red evening light when the stranger decided to make a fire again. This time he took all of his wood supply and a few branches from the nearby trees. In the evening, an oasis was like a magnet for robbers to drink or to catch prey. Only with a big fire could you prevent yourself from belonging to the prey.


The night passed uneventfully and so the hiker woke up early in the morning. He put on his dry and clean clothes again and took as much fruit with him from the nearby trees as he could carry. They were green fruits the size of a plum that tasted very sour but contained a lot of liquid.He also took 4 coconuts with him. He had only eaten 2 of his 14 fish and so he still had 12 left. He took a large piece of leather and one of his numerous small leather bags. In this little bag was a coarse-grained, white mass which he now evenly distributed on the leather. Then he put the fish on it and sprinkled the rest of the salt, which was this coarse-grained mass, on the fish. Thus he could preserve his catch and easily carry it with him. Before he left, he freshened up his supply of firewood by cutting down some young trees and cutting them into pieces of about the same size. Then he went to the water one last time and drank until his stomach ached. He filled up his water vessels and, after a scrutinizing look at the sun, headed north. It was still early in the morning and so the sun wasn't quite that hot. The hiker was making progress visibly faster than the days before.

The desert floor had changed now. Sand gave way more and more to stones and rubble, as the day moved to noon, the stranger noticed that a stone floor also had its pitfalls. There was a loud crash everywhere because the stones were full of warmth and so shattered. The hiker's feet hurt through his boots as the coarse leather barely offered any protection from the charged ground. The adventurer's face even reflected joy again when he "finally" felt sand under his feet again. Again meter high dunes alternated with wide plains. The heat had now reached its peak and the initially good mood of the hiker, who had not yet said a word, got worse again. Again one had to wonder how this person could still sweat because he was visibly drained. He picked up one of his bottles and emptied it completely. A large part of the water that was carried along had already evaporated.

The stranger entered a valley basin. To the left and right of him huge rock walls swung up while he trudged on through the deep desert sand. The heat was unbearable now and so the stranger sat down under an old dead tree that threw a little shade. The adventurer waited for the worst temperatures for about 2 hours before continuing his endless hike. When he left the basin he had to cross a huge salt lake which was once again joined by a plain without any protection from the sun. The stranger stopped briefly to inquire about the position of the sun and after a look at his map he changed his direction to the west. He struggled up a sand dune again and seemed satisfied with himself and the world. A small mountain range could be seen before his eyes, which was probably his destination for today. He was walking briskly towards these mountains when he discovered an indistinct shape about 20 meters away.He went up to her and had to find out with horror that I was dealing with an incessant hiker in this form. He looked at the young man. He hadn't had a drink for a long time and his face was also covered with a layer of salt millimeter thick. Our adventurer put his fingers on the stranger's neck and found that he was still alive. He wanted to give him something to drink, but found that his entire water supply had already been used up due to the evaporation. So he took the lifeless body on his shoulders and walked the short way to the mountain range. This time he didn't have to search long, but immediately found a cave he knew. He put the stranger upright against the cave wall and stood in front of him. He made a circle