DB RS 22 (RS = Revival of Saiyans)




Chapter 23


Torture or Mission Impossible?




Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, it's the weekend again. And what does that mean? The next part of DB RS is


ready to go again!


This time again in one piece - that's why so late ...


But enough talked about. Here we go:


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Vegeta was still on her stomach. He felt the hard board beneath him. His wrists and ankles were sore and swollen from the persistent shackles.


At first he had cramps in his limbs, but now he can no longer feel it.


On top of that, there was a terrible cold that he caught in the cold out there.


Somehow he sensed that some cyborgs had stopped in the room. He couldn't feel them, but his remaining senses told him the presence of the metal human imitations.


Not a word was exchanged.The silence worked deeper and deeper on the mind of the proud


Saiyan prince out. It got heavier and heavier and threatened to crush him.


He had barely opened his mouth in the past few days. Not that he would have been more talkative otherwise, but he had an urgent need to talk to the others. You had to get out of here! He didn't want to endure this humiliation for a second longer!


Suddenly another sense announced itself. Vegeta, almost his feelings and sensations


lay bare, startled inwardly.


A large negative aura was approaching there. An aura that he could feel?


* So not a cyborg. *


But who or what was apparently moving freely between these devious tins?


Step by step the mysterious aura approached.


Somehow the prince was getting restless.


Then he heard the door slide open.


The steps stopped.


The 10 strongest Saiyans listened.

"So you miserable scum call yourselves the 10 strongest warriors in the universe?"


Vegeta started to cook with anger.


“Sneaky coward!” His father anticipated.


"Not really. Too weak for my cyborgs, huh?"


Except for Goten, Gohan and Trunks, each of the Saiyajins present felt deeply wounded in their honor.


"Too bad you forgot the strongest of our race!"


Vegeta just had to provoke him! That was the last trump card, the last humiliation he had up his sleeve.


Seconds later, he could have bitten his tongue. Why did he have such a big mouth? Now the enemy was warned ... although Karkarott would never have found her like that! As well as? The guy was now standing between the abandoned houses, totally perplexed, and couldn't explain what had happened ... couldn't he?


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Meanwhile in the large breakfast room on New Vegeta:

"Don't you even want to get dressed?" Asked Bulma for the third time. It was still slightly red.


Karkarott was sitting next to her in nothing but the boxer shorts he had worn to sleep, and was in the process of destroying half the breakfast supplies on New Vegeta.


Bulma was still amazed how a single person could cram so much into himself and still look so incredibly good.


The two sat at a huge table in the middle of a not exactly small room, through whose wide picture windows the sun shone in.


The armor on her friend's left arm sparkled. Bulma had to blink.


Anyone else she would have put under a lot of pressure to finally hurry up (she was finished a long time ago), but at first she didn't really dare to, at least she was sitting next to a Saiyajin and secondly Goku had a pace that was hard to beat .


Although the young Saiyan hadn't trained his eating speed, he had gotten a little faster.

"Let me ... * smack * ... have to ... * munch * ... end ... * gulp * ... eat!"


"I'll take a shower then"


"Is ... * munch * ... good"


Bulma rushed off.


* At least in this point he has not changed! *


A few minutes later, the Saiyajin was also ready after successfully eating a huge mountain of food.


* Now take a quick shower and get dressed *


Since he was in as much a hurry as Bulma, he teleported close to Bulma (which saved him a lot of walking) and then had only a few steps to the men's showers.


Bulma was really in a hurry. She wanted to save her beloved prince and the children!


What would she have done without Goku?


She'd been so relieved that he'd shown up just now! After 4 years of not showing up ... 4 long years in which ...


Didn't he know that his wife ... She swallowed. Warm water pelted them.

Well, she didn't want to be the one to tell him! But actually maybe it was


but better if a girlfriend ...


But now the mission went first! And with that, with a good excuse, she pushed those thoughts away.


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"So, so I overlooked the strongest warrior of your race, yes?


Ha! The trick is old, `Prince` Vegeta.


Pathetic creatures. Do you still feel like the rulers of the universe?


But raw strength is not everything ...


A13-23! "


10 cyborgs were now distributed among the Saiyajins.


“You're a pathetic coward!” Vegeta yelled, almost furious.


First you rob us of our strength and then you really let the sardine cans get rid of every shit! Do you have no sense of honor at all? "


A rough blow from the cyborg next to him was the answer. The clapping echoed in the large room. Vegeta's skull growled.

"Start the game!"


Synchronously, the cyborgs picked up objects that had been hidden in invisible compartments in the strange devices on which the Saiyajins were strapped


were.


Tales lay there very quietly. Like everyone else, he had been ruthlessly and roughly tied to this board. He felt the cyborg in front of him making some movements and that he suddenly had an object in his hand, but he couldn't see what it was.


Inwardly tense to the last, he lay motionless (and unable to move) on his stomach.


Suddenly he felt something cold touch his neck, a sharp metal object - a knife! It cut through his shirt and slit deeply down his spine and cut open his back.


He struggled to suppress a cry of pain.


The cold knife was drawn very slowly. Inch by inch, the captain's son felt the cold metal run down his skin.

Warm blood slowly oozed from the wound.


Several screams could be heard.


The black figure had meanwhile taken a seat in a comfortable armchair in the cold room. The glowing red eyes watched the spectacle with relish.


Even the dull neon light that bluntly illuminated the huge chamber could not displace any of the mysterious blackness and reveal what lay beneath.


Who was this being with the mysterious aura?


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Two people ran down the seemingly endless corridors of the government building.


Karkarott had his complete capsule set in his pocket and now they were on their way


Towards the hangar.


The two blue scouters they wore gleamed faintly, as the sun now and then fell from outside through one of the windows.


Midday had to be almost over.


Sure, they could have jumped on the plane and jet off, unwashed and still half asleep, but they all knew only too well that they would need all their strength and concentration later.

Every Saiyajin would have thought from afar when the captain and one of the 'normal' Saiyajins who were 'allowed' to do the dirty work ran around if necessary.


Bulma had already known how it was with the colors, but she didn't care at the moment. As long as Goku didn't order her around because of it ... but he probably never would, would he?


In the meantime she had sewn up the hole for the tail by hand. Unsure how she was when it came to the completely changed Goku, she had expected the worst taunts, stupid comments and sayings. Shit, she just couldn't judge him!


In any case, he hadn't said anything about it, or rather: he hadn't even noticed.


Somehow Bulma had been very relieved about it. He was never such a tensioner like the master of the turtles!


But while they were running, their thoughts turned to their boyfriend. He was still fighting

important, yes, the most important thing! He wasn't a guy, even if he could make pretty stupid comments. But how exactly did he feel about his family, his friends?


He wasn’t exactly talkative, he hadn’t come across as warm (as he used to be), but neither did he appear dismissive. He had become more serious and grown up and had learned a lot of new things (which did not fall under the heading 'fighting').


Difficult to classify but somehow fascinating personality - only that was no longer the nice, naive guy from back then.


It was precisely this somewhat naive, open charm that she liked so much about Goku. Somehow she still couldn't come to terms with the fact that this trait would never come back or come to light ...


"He is up there"


Bulma was torn from her thoughts.


"Who * pant *?"


"Well the hangar!"


* Well i can't anymore *


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Vegeta was just barely able to control herself with all her strength not to start screaming.All his focus was on his self-control.


He felt so powerless, weak and ... empty.


He couldn't move a muscle any more. The pain this cyborg inflicted on him filled his whole body. Vegeta's head echoed his own internal screams, which were his


would never have come out of pride.


This pain, this suffering, it filled his whole body, his whole consciousness.


The only thought he had left, the only