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Fanfic: The real power of a Saiyajin Folge 1-8
before I could do anything they were gone.
I got up and closed the door first. There was no point in running after anyway, what should I oppose this half-monkey? I went into the kitchen and looked out the window. I saw how the two of them put their "stolen goods" in the trunk of his Porsche and then drove out of the parking lot. Suddenly I was really mad at the two of them, I could have torn them in midair if I could have. Then the Dragonball Radar hit me again and I forgot my anger at the two for the time being. I switched the device on again and as I said, there were 2 points to be seen in the grid, not far from here. If you take a closer look, it's not that easy to find a dragon ball, because even with radar it was still a challenge, but the investment was definitely worth it, I thought, and then I had grabbed my keys and had the apartment leave.
------
"No Vegeta, you may be stronger than him, but you are here and he is still alive."
"Hmm, damn it, I hate being dead." Vegeta complained.
"There is nothing we can do here."
"Damn it, we have to do something, this thing is heading for the earth and is strong enough to spread fear and terror there."
"Yes, yes, there are no sensible warriors on earth. All washcloths!"
said Vegeta.
"Shit we can't do anything!"
Son-Goten, Trunks and Son-Gohan were also with Master Kaio, who in the meantime had a new planet that was a lot bigger and so they all found shelter with him. They too were allowed to keep their bodies, because after all they had not only helped to protect the earth several times.
And so it happened that they had to watch how their beloved home planet was terrorized by this being that was rather weak for the circumstances, but nobody on earth had a chance. . .
Episode 6: "Mr. Dumwigs"
I ran to my scooter in the parking lot. Of course, I had the radar with me. It showed 2 points that said there had to be 2 Dragonballs very close. And at the same moment I ran into Mr. Dumwigs, an elderly gentleman (not to say a living corpse) who did nothing but annoy other people all day long. And I seemed to have chosen him as his next victim.
"Hello Her Dumwigs." I started kindly.
"Hello my boy. Did you ever notice what the children from the other district had somebody? They climbed back on de Jaragen with us and ran around there. I always say a bit to weep, they make all the Jaragendecher jap." . And we have to pay that again, we have to. The repair costs and so you know, if we notice anything about it, we have to call the police immediately, yes, we have to. "
"You are absolutely right."
I absolutely had to end this conversation somehow, because once he started talking, he wouldn't stop anytime soon. And the worst is the poor man. You don't even notice what a shove he's saying.
"It used to be very different..."
Oh no, here we go, I just had to see that I could get away.
"I agree with you, Mr. Dumwig, but unfortunately I don't have time to talk to you about this problem. I have an important appointment."
Yes, a date with the Dragonballs, but he didn't have to know that.
"How do you want meen young, you can come by so we can chat. Because we absolutely have to do something!"
"You're right!"
I yelled at him after I got on my scooter and drove out of the parking lot. Well that was done, that could have been a very long conversation.I was off the site now and was turning left. I immediately turned right again into a parking lot next to the street to look at the radar where I had to go.
-----
The being had already reached the solar system of the earth, this solar system was relatively small and so it was not difficult to cross it. It had now flown through space for more than 5 months in search of what it had apparently now found, Earth. The world's population had no idea what was in store for them in a few hours. A time of horror and destruction. A time that was going to be worse than the time of Cell or Buu, because there was a big difference nobody would face. Nobody was up to him. Son Goku and his friends had long been dead and could not protect the earth this time. Our friends could only see the terrible fate of the people from beyond.
-----
In a dark room, lit by a candle and drawn curtains, a man sat in the middle at a desk with a pencil and a pad in front of him. He looked tired and unhappy. There was smoke from scented candles in the air. He apparently had to live with a heavy burden that only he could handle on his own. He was desperate. He couldn't talk to anyone about it because no one would believe him without evidence. He opened the desk drawer and took out the knife that was in it. He closed the drawer again and took the knife in his right hand and slowly ran the blade over his left wrist.
Episode 7:
It was not possible: the 2 balls were very close. I roughly estimated their location and set off. It was unbelievable, the first bullet would have to be on the flea market, I've been there before, I thought.I parked my scooter in the parking lot and walked across the street to the market. I meander neatly through the crowds, occasionally checking my radar. She had to be very close. I was getting closer to the point on the radar. Then I came to a corner that wasn't so crowded. It was a small trailer with a parasol, a trestle table with lots of things on it and behind it an old man in a deck chair. He wore an old cowboy hat and seemed to be dozing as nobody seemed to care about his clutter. I went carefully to the somewhat strange booth and checked the radar again to be sure. There was no question the green dot was right in the middle of the small screen. That meant I had to stand in front of it. I looked at the things that were on the long wallpapering table. There were clocks, old radios and lots of old technical stuff that I couldn't do anything with.I tried in vain among all the junk to find the orange ball that had to be here somewhere.
"Sorry."
No reaction.
"Excuse me, can you help me?"
Still no response.
"Hello."
I roared.
The man was startled and gave a loud yawn.
"What do you want?"
he asked in a yawning voice, almost angry that I had disturbed his enjoyable sleep.
"Sorry, but I'm looking..."
I wanted to start in a friendly way.
"Oh, a customer!" he straightened up and adjusted his hat. He was quite short, which was no wonder for his age. He paused and yawned heartily again.
"Finally someone who is interested in my antiques! What can I do for you?"
"Well, well, I'm looking for a little orange ball with a few stars on it that is about the size of a tennis ball and I thought I could find something like that on you.
---
Nobody on earth knew anything about what would happen in the next few days. The creature had landed on an uninhabited part of the world and left a 100-meter crater when it landed. It stood motionless, then turned its head and looked at the landscape. The creature gave the impression that it was very angry, a ring of light was created around him and he continued to concentrate his energy. Then he took off, heading for the western capital.
Episode 8:
"So so."
The old man coughed out.
"So you're looking for an orange ball? Let's see."
He stretched again and yawned heartily again. He went into the trailer and appeared to be looking for the bullet.
"How do you even think that you can find something like that with me, my young friend?"
He asked as he dragged a box outside with a low gasp. He put the box on the table and started rummaging.Part to the left and part to the right. So he slowly emptied the box.
"I'm actually looking for the ball because um."
There was a short pause and it was clear to me that I had to think of something how to end the sentence.
"Because it's a collector's item, it once belonged to my grandfather."
Yes that was good, I saved myself from the situation with the same story as the Son Goku's.
"But that does not explain why they are justified in looking for it in me."
He mentioned briskly.
Well, now I was fooling around, he was right. Damn he was right, why should I look for my grandfather's heirloom from an old man like him? Damn I had to find some solution. I finally wanted to get hold of this dragon ball.
---
Immediately blood gushed out of the wound and after a while the man sagged. His eyes were closed and he was sitting motionless on the desk chair.
There was a shelf above him. There were some Dragon Ball books on it. To his left was a manuscript, a stack of sheets of about 300 pages. The top piece of paper read "Dragonball - The Real Story-". In the meantime, a large pool of blood had formed on the carpet from the wound on his wrist. He was lying motionless on his chair. Suddenly his twitching Face and a little later he opened his eyes.
---
The being was on its way to the western capital. It was pretty quick and almost reached her. He landed in the middle of the city. The passers-by were frightened, and anyone who couldn't answer his question was cruelly shredded by an AI ball. His question was plain and simple:
"Where are they ?"
so hope the crowd doesn't kill;)
supplies, if you want ^^
Kind regards. Prince[Vegeta]
I got up and closed the door first. There was no point in running after anyway, what should I oppose this half-monkey? I went into the kitchen and looked out the window. I saw how the two of them put their "stolen goods" in the trunk of his Porsche and then drove out of the parking lot. Suddenly I was really mad at the two of them, I could have torn them in midair if I could have. Then the Dragonball Radar hit me again and I forgot my anger at the two for the time being. I switched the device on again and as I said, there were 2 points to be seen in the grid, not far from here. If you take a closer look, it's not that easy to find a dragon ball, because even with radar it was still a challenge, but the investment was definitely worth it, I thought, and then I had grabbed my keys and had the apartment leave.
------
"No Vegeta, you may be stronger than him, but you are here and he is still alive."
"Hmm, damn it, I hate being dead." Vegeta complained.
"There is nothing we can do here."
"Damn it, we have to do something, this thing is heading for the earth and is strong enough to spread fear and terror there."
"Yes, yes, there are no sensible warriors on earth. All washcloths!"
said Vegeta.
"Shit we can't do anything!"
Son-Goten, Trunks and Son-Gohan were also with Master Kaio, who in the meantime had a new planet that was a lot bigger and so they all found shelter with him. They too were allowed to keep their bodies, because after all they had not only helped to protect the earth several times.
And so it happened that they had to watch how their beloved home planet was terrorized by this being that was rather weak for the circumstances, but nobody on earth had a chance. . .
Episode 6: "Mr. Dumwigs"
I ran to my scooter in the parking lot. Of course, I had the radar with me. It showed 2 points that said there had to be 2 Dragonballs very close. And at the same moment I ran into Mr. Dumwigs, an elderly gentleman (not to say a living corpse) who did nothing but annoy other people all day long. And I seemed to have chosen him as his next victim.
"Hello Her Dumwigs." I started kindly.
"Hello my boy. Did you ever notice what the children from the other district had somebody? They climbed back on de Jaragen with us and ran around there. I always say a bit to weep, they make all the Jaragendecher jap." . And we have to pay that again, we have to. The repair costs and so you know, if we notice anything about it, we have to call the police immediately, yes, we have to. "
"You are absolutely right."
I absolutely had to end this conversation somehow, because once he started talking, he wouldn't stop anytime soon. And the worst is the poor man. You don't even notice what a shove he's saying.
"It used to be very different..."
Oh no, here we go, I just had to see that I could get away.
"I agree with you, Mr. Dumwig, but unfortunately I don't have time to talk to you about this problem. I have an important appointment."
Yes, a date with the Dragonballs, but he didn't have to know that.
"How do you want meen young, you can come by so we can chat. Because we absolutely have to do something!"
"You're right!"
I yelled at him after I got on my scooter and drove out of the parking lot. Well that was done, that could have been a very long conversation.I was off the site now and was turning left. I immediately turned right again into a parking lot next to the street to look at the radar where I had to go.
-----
The being had already reached the solar system of the earth, this solar system was relatively small and so it was not difficult to cross it. It had now flown through space for more than 5 months in search of what it had apparently now found, Earth. The world's population had no idea what was in store for them in a few hours. A time of horror and destruction. A time that was going to be worse than the time of Cell or Buu, because there was a big difference nobody would face. Nobody was up to him. Son Goku and his friends had long been dead and could not protect the earth this time. Our friends could only see the terrible fate of the people from beyond.
-----
In a dark room, lit by a candle and drawn curtains, a man sat in the middle at a desk with a pencil and a pad in front of him. He looked tired and unhappy. There was smoke from scented candles in the air. He apparently had to live with a heavy burden that only he could handle on his own. He was desperate. He couldn't talk to anyone about it because no one would believe him without evidence. He opened the desk drawer and took out the knife that was in it. He closed the drawer again and took the knife in his right hand and slowly ran the blade over his left wrist.
Episode 7:
It was not possible: the 2 balls were very close. I roughly estimated their location and set off. It was unbelievable, the first bullet would have to be on the flea market, I've been there before, I thought.I parked my scooter in the parking lot and walked across the street to the market. I meander neatly through the crowds, occasionally checking my radar. She had to be very close. I was getting closer to the point on the radar. Then I came to a corner that wasn't so crowded. It was a small trailer with a parasol, a trestle table with lots of things on it and behind it an old man in a deck chair. He wore an old cowboy hat and seemed to be dozing as nobody seemed to care about his clutter. I went carefully to the somewhat strange booth and checked the radar again to be sure. There was no question the green dot was right in the middle of the small screen. That meant I had to stand in front of it. I looked at the things that were on the long wallpapering table. There were clocks, old radios and lots of old technical stuff that I couldn't do anything with.I tried in vain among all the junk to find the orange ball that had to be here somewhere.
"Sorry."
No reaction.
"Excuse me, can you help me?"
Still no response.
"Hello."
I roared.
The man was startled and gave a loud yawn.
"What do you want?"
he asked in a yawning voice, almost angry that I had disturbed his enjoyable sleep.
"Sorry, but I'm looking..."
I wanted to start in a friendly way.
"Oh, a customer!" he straightened up and adjusted his hat. He was quite short, which was no wonder for his age. He paused and yawned heartily again.
"Finally someone who is interested in my antiques! What can I do for you?"
"Well, well, I'm looking for a little orange ball with a few stars on it that is about the size of a tennis ball and I thought I could find something like that on you.
---
Nobody on earth knew anything about what would happen in the next few days. The creature had landed on an uninhabited part of the world and left a 100-meter crater when it landed. It stood motionless, then turned its head and looked at the landscape. The creature gave the impression that it was very angry, a ring of light was created around him and he continued to concentrate his energy. Then he took off, heading for the western capital.
Episode 8:
"So so."
The old man coughed out.
"So you're looking for an orange ball? Let's see."
He stretched again and yawned heartily again. He went into the trailer and appeared to be looking for the bullet.
"How do you even think that you can find something like that with me, my young friend?"
He asked as he dragged a box outside with a low gasp. He put the box on the table and started rummaging.Part to the left and part to the right. So he slowly emptied the box.
"I'm actually looking for the ball because um."
There was a short pause and it was clear to me that I had to think of something how to end the sentence.
"Because it's a collector's item, it once belonged to my grandfather."
Yes that was good, I saved myself from the situation with the same story as the Son Goku's.
"But that does not explain why they are justified in looking for it in me."
He mentioned briskly.
Well, now I was fooling around, he was right. Damn he was right, why should I look for my grandfather's heirloom from an old man like him? Damn I had to find some solution. I finally wanted to get hold of this dragon ball.
---
Immediately blood gushed out of the wound and after a while the man sagged. His eyes were closed and he was sitting motionless on the desk chair.
There was a shelf above him. There were some Dragon Ball books on it. To his left was a manuscript, a stack of sheets of about 300 pages. The top piece of paper read "Dragonball - The Real Story-". In the meantime, a large pool of blood had formed on the carpet from the wound on his wrist. He was lying motionless on his chair. Suddenly his twitching Face and a little later he opened his eyes.
---
The being was on its way to the western capital. It was pretty quick and almost reached her. He landed in the middle of the city. The passers-by were frightened, and anyone who couldn't answer his question was cruelly shredded by an AI ball. His question was plain and simple:
"Where are they ?"
so hope the crowd doesn't kill;)
supplies, if you want ^^
Kind regards. Prince[Vegeta]