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Fanfic: DB RS 22
command he gave himself, was just not to utter a sound.
Not the slightest squeak. He didn't want to give the guy that satisfaction.
"Who ... * ahhhh * .. are you ... actually?" He pressed with great effort and pain
emerged.
A suppressed scream cut through the hushed silence. Vegeta had the feeling that he had come from Trunks. Soft moans and groans underlined the background.
The other Saiyajins felt the same way.
Meanwhile the cyborgs had continued editing. Every Saiyan had a nice one by now
Pattern on the back. The neatly cut rags of clothing lay on the floor around the torture benches. Every back was covered in blood, as were the cyborgs' knives.
It looked strange. People made of metal who looked ultra-modern or could have come from the future - held simple knives in their hands and sabered around with them wildly.
Suddenly Vegeta winced. The cyborg now began to cut the legs.
The prince of the Saiyans felt the knife burrow between his muscles.
And he couldn't defend himself! Those damn syringes! Impotent anger boiled up in him.
He would hold out until his last breath!
“Who I am?” Sneered an icy voice.
"I'm the last of my kind that YOUR BUMPERS HAVE ROUGHT OUT !!!" he raised his voice, but slowly calmed down.
"If you want it that way, I come from the future. And I have spared no effort to go back in time and to get you back!"
That was just too unfair! That bastard had had a crazy pig that he had just caught the time when the Saiyajins were living again!
He could have ended up in any other time the Saiyans were killed by Freezer ... though, maybe then he would have taken revenge on Goku and Vegeta ...
Gohan thought with an insane effort.
As cool as the creature looked, he actually classified it as quite intelligent, but somehow it had made a huge calculation error. It could have been at least 50 more years
have to travel to kill the Saiyajins, because normally they would all be dead!
Gradually he noticed even more inconsistencies, but to resolve them he should have known more about the being's home universe ...
He couldn't get any further because the pain overwhelmed him. Slowly he blacked out ...
- - - - - - - - - -
As soon as he got to the hangar, Karkarott threw the capsule. The perfectly repaired ship shone in the soft light that the standard lighting cast on the bright green paint.
However, Bulma did not have time to enjoy the beauty of the spaceship.
Without objection, she took a seat on the co-pilot's chair that Goku had just pulled out especially for her.
The young Saiyan reached behind the seat and grabbed his black leather jacket that he had left there. It covered the metal left arm quite well, since he had put on his capitan uniform again (ultramarine blue trousers, shirt, silver breastplate and boots, you know). When flying at high speed, it was always quite cold in the ship. Finally, he pulled his black gloves, which left his fingertips free, out of a pocket on his leather jacket and slipped them on.They prevented it from slipping well
on the throttle.
Bulma was impressed to see how it all happened in a matter of seconds. She had also pulled a warmer jacket over her standard uniform.
"Ok. Take the gas mask over your head."
Bulma looked up, pressed a button and a mask fell down, which she quickly slipped over her mouth and nose.
Karkarott did the same and fine-tuned his scouter.
"Then we're ready to go. Ready?"
"What do you think?"
The Saiyan activated the ship.
He still wondered why he was actually taking Bulma with him. She could only be annoying!
What an idiot he was! but without her he would not have had a device that could have indicated Vegeta's terrifyingly weak aura and his ship would probably also be a pile of junk.
Could it be that he was worried about her?
Ph, he doesn't! If this woman really wanted to and was ready to die, she should!
But deep in his subconscious he knew that he would protect her with his life.
Even if he didn't notice it, because he couldn't penetrate so deeply into his subconscious, he would probably never have admitted it to himself.
Slowly and carefully he buxed the ship out of the hangar.
---------------------------------
So that's it again. I hurried this time, I hope it's not bad
therefore become.
As always, I'm happy about clerks!
bye
your SSJ girl
Not the slightest squeak. He didn't want to give the guy that satisfaction.
"Who ... * ahhhh * .. are you ... actually?" He pressed with great effort and pain
emerged.
A suppressed scream cut through the hushed silence. Vegeta had the feeling that he had come from Trunks. Soft moans and groans underlined the background.
The other Saiyajins felt the same way.
Meanwhile the cyborgs had continued editing. Every Saiyan had a nice one by now
Pattern on the back. The neatly cut rags of clothing lay on the floor around the torture benches. Every back was covered in blood, as were the cyborgs' knives.
It looked strange. People made of metal who looked ultra-modern or could have come from the future - held simple knives in their hands and sabered around with them wildly.
Suddenly Vegeta winced. The cyborg now began to cut the legs.
The prince of the Saiyans felt the knife burrow between his muscles.
And he couldn't defend himself! Those damn syringes! Impotent anger boiled up in him.
He would hold out until his last breath!
“Who I am?” Sneered an icy voice.
"I'm the last of my kind that YOUR BUMPERS HAVE ROUGHT OUT !!!" he raised his voice, but slowly calmed down.
"If you want it that way, I come from the future. And I have spared no effort to go back in time and to get you back!"
That was just too unfair! That bastard had had a crazy pig that he had just caught the time when the Saiyajins were living again!
He could have ended up in any other time the Saiyans were killed by Freezer ... though, maybe then he would have taken revenge on Goku and Vegeta ...
Gohan thought with an insane effort.
As cool as the creature looked, he actually classified it as quite intelligent, but somehow it had made a huge calculation error. It could have been at least 50 more years
have to travel to kill the Saiyajins, because normally they would all be dead!
Gradually he noticed even more inconsistencies, but to resolve them he should have known more about the being's home universe ...
He couldn't get any further because the pain overwhelmed him. Slowly he blacked out ...
- - - - - - - - - -
As soon as he got to the hangar, Karkarott threw the capsule. The perfectly repaired ship shone in the soft light that the standard lighting cast on the bright green paint.
However, Bulma did not have time to enjoy the beauty of the spaceship.
Without objection, she took a seat on the co-pilot's chair that Goku had just pulled out especially for her.
The young Saiyan reached behind the seat and grabbed his black leather jacket that he had left there. It covered the metal left arm quite well, since he had put on his capitan uniform again (ultramarine blue trousers, shirt, silver breastplate and boots, you know). When flying at high speed, it was always quite cold in the ship. Finally, he pulled his black gloves, which left his fingertips free, out of a pocket on his leather jacket and slipped them on.They prevented it from slipping well
on the throttle.
Bulma was impressed to see how it all happened in a matter of seconds. She had also pulled a warmer jacket over her standard uniform.
"Ok. Take the gas mask over your head."
Bulma looked up, pressed a button and a mask fell down, which she quickly slipped over her mouth and nose.
Karkarott did the same and fine-tuned his scouter.
"Then we're ready to go. Ready?"
"What do you think?"
The Saiyan activated the ship.
He still wondered why he was actually taking Bulma with him. She could only be annoying!
What an idiot he was! but without her he would not have had a device that could have indicated Vegeta's terrifyingly weak aura and his ship would probably also be a pile of junk.
Could it be that he was worried about her?
Ph, he doesn't! If this woman really wanted to and was ready to die, she should!
But deep in his subconscious he knew that he would protect her with his life.
Even if he didn't notice it, because he couldn't penetrate so deeply into his subconscious, he would probably never have admitted it to himself.
Slowly and carefully he buxed the ship out of the hangar.
---------------------------------
So that's it again. I hurried this time, I hope it's not bad
therefore become.
As always, I'm happy about clerks!
bye
your SSJ girl