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Fanfic: Die Spirits-Saga (8. Kapitel)
Chapter: The Spirits Saga (Chapter 8)
Hi Guys!
Phew ... Here it is at last, the long promised chapter 8 of the Spirits saga! Please don't tear my head off ... but this time it's gotten really long. I just wrote to myself and then ... ahem ... It's really long.
Have fun while reading!
SenzuBean
Chapter 8 - Troubled Time
Somehow they had lost track of time by now. And they no longer slept regularly ... They had been flying aimlessly through the vastness of space for at least two weeks. Or so they guessed ... and that was exactly how long her friend had been dead. With Sita, her only hope, her only clue, had died. She was the only one who could have taught them more about the spirits and the aura fight. And the only one who knew where they were ... in plain language it meant that they themselves had no idea where they were, where to go, or how they should ever get back to earth.Given this miserable situation, which was even worse than the one at the beginning of their search, even Vegeta and Piccolo had decided to make up ... actually it was just a temporary truce. Since Dende was now even a better pilot than Bulma, the two took turns steering the ship, which contributed significantly to Bulma's good mood ... she no longer had all the work on her own. Still ... All that kept the four from finally losing hope was the Kaioshin's statement that it didn't matter where they looked. This applied equally to everyone, but after two weeks Vegeta began to lose patience. "What's the shit about ?! If it doesn't matter where we're looking, then we might as well stay where we are ..." The others had thought of that too, especially Piccolo, even long before Vegeta. And yet he contradicted him immediately ... "It doesn't matter WHERE we are looking ... but definitely WHETHER we are looking.I think it would be a fatal mistake to just wait ... "When the other two Piccolo agreed, Vegeta grumbled and retreated to the farthest corner of the ship. Bulma was amazed ... it wasn't usually his way of retreating at all Understand this Saiyajin! After all ... at least that way the two would not kill each other. Dende made his way back to the controls ... he was a far better pilot than Bulma. But ... flying He wasn't having fun anymore. Since Sita ... he sighed and grabbed the steering wheel, a few moments later Bulma came to him. "Dende ... we need new supplies. I'll find a suitable planet ... can you take us there then? "It took Dende a moment to answer. Bulma was about to repeat her question." Sure ... no problem. "Bulma took a seat in the co-pilot's chair and typed something into the navigation computer. By now she knew how to operate it.She had had plenty of time to practice too. Depressing ... this computer was a real technological marvel. He could calculate a course to a planet several hundred light-years away ... but he had no data on the area of the universe where the earth was located. And the maps they had bought during their first stopover didn't help them either ... They had long since left the areas marked on the maps. They could determine their position with the help of this computer, so they knew where they were ... but without a clue as to which direction the earth was headed, they could not fly back there. Bulma soon found a suitable planet ... It was very small, but according to the computer data it was inhabited and extremely fertile. Bulma gave Dende the coordinates and he headed straight for them ... She hadn't told the other two about the imminent landing, when she caught up on that now, she could clearly feel the general relief.The two fighters were also more than happy to finally see something other than the gray, metallic inner walls of the ship ... and the black cold outside. The colorful stars that fascinate you at the beginning of your journey
had become less and less. Now only one appeared now and then ... and the further they flew, the rarer these encounters became. You could really believe that they were flying to the end of the universe ... Bulma sighed. Behind her, Vegeta and Piccolo were arguing ... again. The truce had obviously just ended. She realized that, even after all these years and despite their relationship, she still did not understand Vegeta ... she had tried several times during the flight to start a ... meaningful ... conversation with him. Pointless. It always ended in an argument and insults. So while she hadn't gotten any further with Vegeta, she had found out some interesting things about Piccolo.She thought she finally understood what Gohan found in the Namek ... Piccolo had his peculiarities, and usually he was very closed and silent, especially when he was pressured with questions. Bulma was surprised, however, to find that he could be extremely talkative if you waited for him to speak on his own. While she was indulging in her thoughts, the screaming behind her became louder ... "... Green idiot! Do you really believe ..." - "Yes, I think so, poison dwarf!" - "You ..." Bulma breathed Deep through, turned around ... "Shut up! Both of you! You act like toddlers!" Grumbling, everyone moved into a corner ... both stared at each other particularly venomously. "So, I'm about to land ... hold on tight as a precaution, I haven't got that much practice yet." Dende's words went into another argument ... this time between Bulma and Vegeta ... under ...
"Compliments, pea! Clean landing ..." Praise from Vegeta ... all respect! Dende really didn't expect something like that.Well, he did the landing really well. They got out ... and breathed a sigh of relief. The air was fresh and spicy ... the landscape green and like something out of a fairy tale ... fantastically beautiful. "It's nice here ..." Bulma stated. She had just said it that way, so she was all the more surprised that Piccolo answered her. "Yes ... of course." She was even more surprised by the audible relief in his voice ... she couldn't have guessed that he hated tight, closed rooms. Yes, I was almost afraid of it ... was probably due to his time ... or rather his father's time, whose memories he had ... in the rice cooker. Anyway ... there was a village not too far away. In the middle of fertile fields, on a small river. They closed the hatch of the spaceship and then set off for the village ... on foot, Bulma insisted. Flying without a glider ... that was not her case. Especially not if she had to rely on her "flight opportunity" not to drop her.It took a little over an hour to get to the first houses in the village. It was only about a hundred meters to the center of the village ... "Hey, look ... an inn. Shall we eat something?" Vegeta immediately agreed to Bulma ... Piccolo and Dende agreed to accompany the two of them. You wouldn't eat anything yourself, of course. They opened the front door and entered the dining room ...
... immediately all eyes turned to Piccolo ... and Dende. Bulma thought it better to sit down at one of the free tables as quickly as possible ... and as inconspicuously as possible ... The air was smoky, it smelled of beer ... and a volume that made the two Namekians, with their sensitive ears, winced. On the way through the room they caught words like '... strangers again!' and 'Even more strange guys ...' She didn't know how her companions were doing, but Bulma didn't have a good feeling ... although she really didn't need to be afraid in the company of Vegeta and Piccolo.They sat down and a few moments later they saw the other strangers ... Indeed, 'strange guys', as Bulma thought. Then her gaze wandered to her own companions. She concluded that the other group
not much stranger either. "What do you want?" - "What to eat, but brisk!" The landlord, a plump man with a dirty apron and stubble on his face, glared at Vegeta. "And something to drink ... and two jugs of water, please." Bulma added a lot more politely. The landlord mumbled something incomprehensible and disappeared into the kitchen. Now it was Bulma's turn to make an angry face ... "Vegeta, you are impossible! Pull yourself together a bit ... Because of you, our last shore leave was a disaster!" Vegeta wanted to let go of a bitter remark when Piccolo said something suddenly. "I don't like that. Those over there have been staring at us all the time ..." - "That's imagination, green guy ..." - "No, Vegeta ... Piccolo is right.I don't like that either ... "Wonderful, thought Vegeta, now the woman is already doing common cause with the cucumber on her feet! But ... the two were right ... but ... those guys actually stared at them to ... But he immediately forgot that thought, the landlord brought the food. Bulma found the portion plentiful ... Vegeta puny. Nevertheless, he was loud about his plate. The whole time they were from the group to the other Watching the table ... after all, it got too much for Bulma. The next time the landlord passed her table ... "Excuse me ... who is that over there at the table? "-" I have no idea ... these are strangers too. "Bulma drew two things from this answer ... first, that the landlord didn't know the four ... second, that strangers were obviously not particularly fond of strangers. She made a decision ... Bulma got up and walked over." Why have you been staring at us all the time? "The four looked up from their plates and glasses, and looked at them."We wanted to ask you the same thing ..." - "But I asked first!" - "Hm ... we are also seekers. Sorry, we have to go ..." As if on command, all four stood up at the same time and went. As they passed by, one of them left a few coins on the counter as payment ... Strange group. Three of them looked human, but the fourth ... his skin was a rich, dark blue hue. In addition, his bright red hair and, last but not least, two 'antennae' on his head gave him a really extraterrestrial look. Antennas ... yes, that was the word. Or feeler? No ...
Phew ... Here it is at last, the long promised chapter 8 of the Spirits saga! Please don't tear my head off ... but this time it's gotten really long. I just wrote to myself and then ... ahem ... It's really long.
Have fun while reading!
SenzuBean
Chapter 8 - Troubled Time
Somehow they had lost track of time by now. And they no longer slept regularly ... They had been flying aimlessly through the vastness of space for at least two weeks. Or so they guessed ... and that was exactly how long her friend had been dead. With Sita, her only hope, her only clue, had died. She was the only one who could have taught them more about the spirits and the aura fight. And the only one who knew where they were ... in plain language it meant that they themselves had no idea where they were, where to go, or how they should ever get back to earth.Given this miserable situation, which was even worse than the one at the beginning of their search, even Vegeta and Piccolo had decided to make up ... actually it was just a temporary truce. Since Dende was now even a better pilot than Bulma, the two took turns steering the ship, which contributed significantly to Bulma's good mood ... she no longer had all the work on her own. Still ... All that kept the four from finally losing hope was the Kaioshin's statement that it didn't matter where they looked. This applied equally to everyone, but after two weeks Vegeta began to lose patience. "What's the shit about ?! If it doesn't matter where we're looking, then we might as well stay where we are ..." The others had thought of that too, especially Piccolo, even long before Vegeta. And yet he contradicted him immediately ... "It doesn't matter WHERE we are looking ... but definitely WHETHER we are looking.I think it would be a fatal mistake to just wait ... "When the other two Piccolo agreed, Vegeta grumbled and retreated to the farthest corner of the ship. Bulma was amazed ... it wasn't usually his way of retreating at all Understand this Saiyajin! After all ... at least that way the two would not kill each other. Dende made his way back to the controls ... he was a far better pilot than Bulma. But ... flying He wasn't having fun anymore. Since Sita ... he sighed and grabbed the steering wheel, a few moments later Bulma came to him. "Dende ... we need new supplies. I'll find a suitable planet ... can you take us there then? "It took Dende a moment to answer. Bulma was about to repeat her question." Sure ... no problem. "Bulma took a seat in the co-pilot's chair and typed something into the navigation computer. By now she knew how to operate it.She had had plenty of time to practice too. Depressing ... this computer was a real technological marvel. He could calculate a course to a planet several hundred light-years away ... but he had no data on the area of the universe where the earth was located. And the maps they had bought during their first stopover didn't help them either ... They had long since left the areas marked on the maps. They could determine their position with the help of this computer, so they knew where they were ... but without a clue as to which direction the earth was headed, they could not fly back there. Bulma soon found a suitable planet ... It was very small, but according to the computer data it was inhabited and extremely fertile. Bulma gave Dende the coordinates and he headed straight for them ... She hadn't told the other two about the imminent landing, when she caught up on that now, she could clearly feel the general relief.The two fighters were also more than happy to finally see something other than the gray, metallic inner walls of the ship ... and the black cold outside. The colorful stars that fascinate you at the beginning of your journey
had become less and less. Now only one appeared now and then ... and the further they flew, the rarer these encounters became. You could really believe that they were flying to the end of the universe ... Bulma sighed. Behind her, Vegeta and Piccolo were arguing ... again. The truce had obviously just ended. She realized that, even after all these years and despite their relationship, she still did not understand Vegeta ... she had tried several times during the flight to start a ... meaningful ... conversation with him. Pointless. It always ended in an argument and insults. So while she hadn't gotten any further with Vegeta, she had found out some interesting things about Piccolo.She thought she finally understood what Gohan found in the Namek ... Piccolo had his peculiarities, and usually he was very closed and silent, especially when he was pressured with questions. Bulma was surprised, however, to find that he could be extremely talkative if you waited for him to speak on his own. While she was indulging in her thoughts, the screaming behind her became louder ... "... Green idiot! Do you really believe ..." - "Yes, I think so, poison dwarf!" - "You ..." Bulma breathed Deep through, turned around ... "Shut up! Both of you! You act like toddlers!" Grumbling, everyone moved into a corner ... both stared at each other particularly venomously. "So, I'm about to land ... hold on tight as a precaution, I haven't got that much practice yet." Dende's words went into another argument ... this time between Bulma and Vegeta ... under ...
"Compliments, pea! Clean landing ..." Praise from Vegeta ... all respect! Dende really didn't expect something like that.Well, he did the landing really well. They got out ... and breathed a sigh of relief. The air was fresh and spicy ... the landscape green and like something out of a fairy tale ... fantastically beautiful. "It's nice here ..." Bulma stated. She had just said it that way, so she was all the more surprised that Piccolo answered her. "Yes ... of course." She was even more surprised by the audible relief in his voice ... she couldn't have guessed that he hated tight, closed rooms. Yes, I was almost afraid of it ... was probably due to his time ... or rather his father's time, whose memories he had ... in the rice cooker. Anyway ... there was a village not too far away. In the middle of fertile fields, on a small river. They closed the hatch of the spaceship and then set off for the village ... on foot, Bulma insisted. Flying without a glider ... that was not her case. Especially not if she had to rely on her "flight opportunity" not to drop her.It took a little over an hour to get to the first houses in the village. It was only about a hundred meters to the center of the village ... "Hey, look ... an inn. Shall we eat something?" Vegeta immediately agreed to Bulma ... Piccolo and Dende agreed to accompany the two of them. You wouldn't eat anything yourself, of course. They opened the front door and entered the dining room ...
... immediately all eyes turned to Piccolo ... and Dende. Bulma thought it better to sit down at one of the free tables as quickly as possible ... and as inconspicuously as possible ... The air was smoky, it smelled of beer ... and a volume that made the two Namekians, with their sensitive ears, winced. On the way through the room they caught words like '... strangers again!' and 'Even more strange guys ...' She didn't know how her companions were doing, but Bulma didn't have a good feeling ... although she really didn't need to be afraid in the company of Vegeta and Piccolo.They sat down and a few moments later they saw the other strangers ... Indeed, 'strange guys', as Bulma thought. Then her gaze wandered to her own companions. She concluded that the other group
not much stranger either. "What do you want?" - "What to eat, but brisk!" The landlord, a plump man with a dirty apron and stubble on his face, glared at Vegeta. "And something to drink ... and two jugs of water, please." Bulma added a lot more politely. The landlord mumbled something incomprehensible and disappeared into the kitchen. Now it was Bulma's turn to make an angry face ... "Vegeta, you are impossible! Pull yourself together a bit ... Because of you, our last shore leave was a disaster!" Vegeta wanted to let go of a bitter remark when Piccolo said something suddenly. "I don't like that. Those over there have been staring at us all the time ..." - "That's imagination, green guy ..." - "No, Vegeta ... Piccolo is right.I don't like that either ... "Wonderful, thought Vegeta, now the woman is already doing common cause with the cucumber on her feet! But ... the two were right ... but ... those guys actually stared at them to ... But he immediately forgot that thought, the landlord brought the food. Bulma found the portion plentiful ... Vegeta puny. Nevertheless, he was loud about his plate. The whole time they were from the group to the other Watching the table ... after all, it got too much for Bulma. The next time the landlord passed her table ... "Excuse me ... who is that over there at the table? "-" I have no idea ... these are strangers too. "Bulma drew two things from this answer ... first, that the landlord didn't know the four ... second, that strangers were obviously not particularly fond of strangers. She made a decision ... Bulma got up and walked over." Why have you been staring at us all the time? "The four looked up from their plates and glasses, and looked at them."We wanted to ask you the same thing ..." - "But I asked first!" - "Hm ... we are also seekers. Sorry, we have to go ..." As if on command, all four stood up at the same time and went. As they passed by, one of them left a few coins on the counter as payment ... Strange group. Three of them looked human, but the fourth ... his skin was a rich, dark blue hue. In addition, his bright red hair and, last but not least, two 'antennae' on his head gave him a really extraterrestrial look. Antennas ... yes, that was the word. Or feeler? No ...