Thanks again for all clerks!


And thank you for pointing out my mistakes. Well, if I'm ever in the mood to continue writing, I always write straight away and ... well, I'll be careful that it doesn't happen to me again ...


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DB RS 17




Chapter 17


Full power? or




Finally the small group reached the muster room. Karkarott had to strip down to his shorts and was systematically measured by another Saiyajin who looked rather perplexed at the sight of Karkarott's metal damage.


“Don't you have one size fits all here?” Karkarott asked his father, who was leaning casually against a wall.


"Sure, the black, normal armor is divided into 4 standard sizes - but King, Prince, Captain and Capitano get tailor-made armor, not bad eh?"


First his new pants were ready: ultramarine blue, a little further - they reminded him of his earlier combat suit pants, only the folds fell more straight, like freshly ironed, which somehow made a military impression.In addition a black belt with a silver buckle.


Then came the boots. They were made of leather with metal around the outside, silver metallic. They came down to his knees.


"Chic, Chic! Could be walking around like that!" Bardock gave his comment, Karkarott's sons grinned.


The metal that encompassed almost the entire left half of his body and of which you could only see something from the hip now, perfectly matched that of his boots.


A sarcastic grin was the answer.


After another 5 minutes, Karkarott slowly got bored - even if he was a lot in himself


had worked, patience still wasn't one of his virtues.


"How long will it be?"


* Man, how had Vegeta endured! He also strutted around as if he were the-


well he was the prince too. But if he endured it, so can I! *


Now he got a slightly closer-fitting T-shirt of the same color as his pants, over it a silver metal breastplate made of the same material as the boots and finally a scouter with blue glass and also blue gloves.

The presentation was a strange contrast. The left arm, laid completely in the shiny silver metal, only half hidden under the blue glove (which, by the way, went up to the elbow), the right arm was deeply tanned - but it was even more blatant in the equally brown face that was covered by metal on the left half of the face was and right to a third of the scouter.


"Do you look good now!" Said Bardock.


Karkarott understood the allusion, his father finally looked exactly like, except for a scar on his cheek, the metal and the red ribbon that he wore around his forehead (and that he looked a bit older or more adult than K.) his youngest son.


"Funny," it rang out coldly.


"We are currently considering whether the Lowlevelsaiyajins should not get pink armor. What do you think of that?"


“What?” Karkarott gave a short laugh. "Are you seriously considering that?"


"Sure, another incentive to have made considerable progress up to the second and final level, don't you think?"

Karkarott couldn't help but smile.


"If you think..."


"By the way, we also have to assess you roughly at the Ki level - if you're already there!"


"Please what?"


"Your current maximum combat strength has to be measured again exactly."


"Why that?"


"Must be on your ID card"


So the little group trudged on.


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Meanwhile on a no longer completely unknown planet, far away, somewhere in the galaxy:


"The device is completely developed, master!"


A human-like cyborg bowed to a tall figure that was wrapped deeply in a black cloak, only two red-hot eyes flashing out from underneath.


The figure took an object from the kneeling cyborg that resembled a syringe, only that this thing was a lot smaller.


The red eyes narrowed as they looked closely at the object.He twisted and turned it.


"Good. Start duplicating!"


"At your command, Master" and the cyborg was quickly out of the dark room.


"Even if you were lucky with this pilot again, this time I will destroy you, you wretched Saiyajins!" Murmured the figure in a hoarse, monotonous voice.


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Vegeta trudged sullenly through the maze of hallways in the government building.


He was lost in thought. At a quick pace, but without a specific goal, he ran over and over, controlled by an inner urge. His red cloak wafted behind him.


* Why is this bastard always better than me? * He could have burst with anger!


As soon as he had seen his `old friend` again, he could have had the crisis - for a week he had been the strongest on this planet and now-


although, actually he was almost proud of Karkarott - even if the guy was younger now, at least not a child anymore, he had somehow become more serious and - prouder?

After all, he (Vegeta) hadn't fought with him for long, but gave everything.


Karkarott had changed, but only positively from Vegeta's point of view.


Couldn't he be proud to have a friend like that - what kind of crap was he thinking? Karkarott was his archenemy, a lower-class warrior, a naive idiot, a ..


at least the last point, however, was somehow no longer true, it was no longer


Mr Nice Guy (has nothing to do with the movie now) as far as Vegeta could tell. What happened in 4 years!


But now he had racked his brain enough about Karkarott!


How should things go on with him? Should he stay here forever?


In that moment he had a goal! The technical laboratory! Bulma!


He didn't know if she or the kids would be willing to stay here, but it was somewhere


HIS fate!


After endless wanderings and thousands of course changes, he finally found the laboratory.

He pulled his new, blank ID card out of his pocket and opened the security door.


Bulma was at a computer and was entering data when she was dazzled a little.


The intense neon light reflected Vegeta's golden breastplate. She looked disturbed


Cause this reflection.


"Vegeta? What are you doing here?"


The 10 other technicians who were also in the room bowed respectfully to their prince.


"Bulma, I need to talk to you!"


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Karkarott was now standing in an absolutely empty room, the walls of which were made of some kind of metal.


Bardock and his grandchildren stood behind a meter-thick armored glass pane and stared at the young Saiyajin, who, however, could not see them (do you know these panes of glass from any questioning rooms or something, when people are questioned and cannot see through these parts from the outside?)


In front of them sat a somewhat older Saiyajin who operated a computer that could calculate the combat strength to a thousandth, better than the scouters.

"Ok, then power yourself up to your highest level and give it your all," rang out an equally invisible loudspeaker.


Karkarott did as he was told.


SSJ, SSJ 2, SSJ 3, SSJ 4-banned, the part of the family behind the window saw on the screen.


* What an energy! *


Karkarott continued to focus and concentrate: SSJ 5.


"What? Dad can do the SSJ 5 too?" Goten was amazed.


"We should have thought too!"


* Then he must be about as strong as Vegeta! * Bardock's thoughts were racing.


Karkarott closed his eyes, his now red hair grew a little longer.


The flame aura disappeared.


“What is he doing now?” asked the Saiyajin at the computer, somewhat intimidated, because the meter-thick bulletproof glass had just cracked.


The other three practically held their breath.


"That energy! ..." stuttered Bardock.


Karkarott opened his dark blue, mysteriously shining eyes.

"Will it take a long time? I would be ready!"


From right to left, the faces behind the pane looked fearful (the computer) to disbelief (Goten) to super-impressed (Gohan) to mega-proud (Bardock).


"Uh, the values ​​... si ... are saved ..." reported the SJ, who had turned a little pale.


“You uh can stop boy!” Bardock's voice came over the speaker.


Karkarott went back to normal.


He went to the door and stepped out into the corridor. Right next to him, a door also opened stormily on his left.


“What was that?” Asked Bardock loudly and grabbed his son by the shoulders.


"What?"


Bardock grinned broadly at him.


"Well this transformation. Blue eyes suit you!"


He hadn't even given everything, since his fighting strength could only develop fully while fighting, but everyone stared at him as if they had seen ghosts.


"You probably too and you will catch some if you don't let go of me now!"

Bardock had shaken his youngest child violently out of sheer joy, and he hadn't liked it at all.


Maybe he had reacted a little harshly now? - Nonsense, he was a Saiyan! Finally his father too, who now started walking around with an 'I-am-sooooo-happy' expression on his face.


* Oh man embarrassing *


His sons, who had joined them in the meantime, also looked at their father in admiration.


"Was that SSJ 6?"


Karkarott nodded curtly.


Suddenly something occurred to him that he had completely suppressed until now:


Chichi!


"Oh, I still have something to do!"


And off he was - vanished from the ground.


"Wh ... What was that?" Bardock looked confused.


"Current Teleportation"


"What?"


Gohan explained it to him.


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