DB RS 24 (RS = Revival of Saiyans)






Chapter 26






Well, now it gets really difficult. (Including the next 2-3 parts) I just got out of the last part


Affair drawn ...


@LittleChi: These are not the most exciting, but the most difficult parts * g *


Cowardly as I am, I always put it off until the next time. Incidentally, at the beginning I thought about whether I should stop in the middle of the final sentence and then only end the sentence in the next part, but left it! * gg *




Now it's probably a bit haywire ... Sorry in advance (yes, yes, that's what happens when you transcribe Latin vocabulary in between ...)


Let's go:




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To make sure, Karkarott peeked around the corner. He had an overview of all the alleys that converged here.


Nothing moved anywhere. A cold breeze blew over the empty space.He peeled the strands of black hair that hung up into the eyes of the Saiyan from the face.


Dust swirled up and swept over cold, hard stone slabs that paved the square. There was silence - nothing moved.


Karkarott took another deep breath and stared at the overcast, gray sky.


Bulma shivered, despite the warm jacket she was still wearing, her ass was cold.


"Now" the boy almost whispered and before Bulma knew it, he had already grabbed her.


For a tiny fraction of a second they hovered in front of the part of the huge rear wall, meters above the ground, exactly in front of the place that Goku had previously had in view for a long time.


"What is that? You will still see us!" Bulma hissed at him, but then she finally noticed why the Saiyajin had been staring at this wall all the time.


"Oh shit"


Iron hand and ankle cuffs were attached at regular intervals to the smooth, ice-cold wall, all of which were covered with a red solidified liquid.

The Saiyan's face approached a bondage.


Bulma could have sworn his nostrils had moved.


His nose was inches from the ankle.


"What's that going to be? Let's get out of here!" Fear of being discovered wavered in her voice.


"What are you doing there?"


"This is Vegeta's blood."


"Wh ... what?"


"The blood here, that's Vegeta's blood"


"Where do you want-?"


"His blood smells the same"


Bulma ran down a chill. This guy got creepy on her.


"You can SMELL that?"


“You don't?” He teased back.


She was just about to take a deep breath when Karkarott suddenly raced upstairs with her.


At first, Bulma was breathless. No sooner had he reached the flat roof of the building than he was already pressing them onto the ice-cold floor. She almost cried out.


But not a moment too early, because at that moment another cyborg troop turned the corner.

Instantly a hand had closed around her mouth.


Involuntarily she felt the urge to bite into it. What did he think of her anyway?


That she would immediately scream like a hysterical cow, just because of such a slightly cool floor? Well, the cold ate through her clothes, but still ...


* WAHHHHHHHHHH THAT'S COLD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *


If that hand, with the black glove, hadn't been pressed over her mouth, she probably would have actually screamed.


The other hand slowly slipped under her body and cupped her waist.


The Saiyan had jerked her over so that she was now lying on top of him.


* Why is that damn roof surface so freezing? *


Karkarott himself wasn't quite sure why he was protecting this woman now. After all, she absolutely wanted to, then she should also face the consequences! But than him


saw her lying there trembling ... oh why was he such a bloody weakling?



(Somehow I have the feeling that I'm not getting any further here, meanwhile I'm already with the Franz vocabulary ...)




The tinny, echoing footsteps just wouldn't stop clinking upwards.


His hand carefully peeled away from her mouth. Finally some real air again!


A little ashamed and also because of the cold, Bulma crossed her arms on his chest and put her face into them.


(If Vegeta had seen this now ... I mean the two)


They lay there in silence, almost holding their breath. Any neutral observer probably would have


meant that they were waging a competition to see who could turn redder.


* What is it taking so long down there? *


Minutes passed. It was hours for Bulma and Karkarott. Finally there was no more sound to the Saiyajin's delicate ears.


Carefully, if a little quickly, he let go of Bulma, crawled to the edge and pushed the tip of his nose over the edge of the flat roof.

Nothing moved down there.


"Air is in," he muttered in a low voice.


Bulma was on her feet immediately.


Spidermanlike, the boy floated headlong down the wall. Bulma looked confused at him


after.


He paused in front of a medium-sized window. Bulma couldn't see exactly what he was doing, he seemed to be getting something out of his inner jacket pocket. Suddenly it flew straight up again and landed elegantly in front of her.


"May I ask?"


Bulma thought she saw a tiny spark of old friendliness glinting in his eyes, but it died out almost instantly. But he was there!


He picked her up again and carefully floated back down to the window. Watching its


The cargo was not injured, he maneuvered them both through the still open window.


Quietly and gently, he set her down on the white floor.


The window closed behind them.


"Now you have to shut up!Any noise can cause us a big problem! "


Bulma nodded. He sounded almost like Vegeta.


Karkarott would have made the noiseless creeping forward a lot more problems than his companion, because his boots with metal strips clinked softly with every step, but he just floated next to her.


"So the energies come from below, don't they?"


"Smart girl"


She gave him a sarcastic smile.


Carefully, step by step, corridor by corridor, they crept on.


Finally they came to a staircase that seemed to lead down, the further down you looked, the deeper you seemed to get lost in the darkness that seemed to prevail from the first landing.


* Why is the staircase not illuminated, unlike the corridors? *


The Saiyan grabbed Bulma by the wrist and dragged her after him into the darkness.


"Hey, Goku, you're hurting me!"

"Oh, sorry," came the contrite out of the darkness somewhere to her right.


Step by step it went deeper. When Bulma couldn't see anything, she could only feel her way forward. Half pulled, half under her own steam, she wandered around in the darkness.


She got a bad feeling. The darkness around them seemed to have swallowed them up. She had never liked this complete darkness, but now she almost had


fear of. She didn't even know if her companion cared how she was doing.


They padded further down into the blackness. This silence ... Bulma felt as if she had been swallowed up in the darkness that was beyond reach. Somehow she felt lonely and alone, although she had the strong Saiyajin next to or in front of her, but that wasn't Goku ...


As she took the next step, she suddenly stepped on something soft.


She gave a short scream, scared to death. Karkarott winced in shock and pain and missed the next step.Just in time, he let go of her wrist and slipped


rumbling a few steps deeper into the darkness. After a rattling impact, had to


he has now landed.


“Uh, Goku?” Came softly and fearfully from above.


Bulma had turned bright red by now (hey, daily record broken!), Because she had meanwhile checked for what she had stepped on. Unfortunately, we can't see that in the dark now ...


Well, and since she had already compared Goku to her beloved Veg several times today, she didn't want to know how Goku reacted when someone stepped on his tail.


(better keep your perverted thoughts to yourselves! * g *)


Silence. Both listened into the darkness. Still nothing. It hadn't just happened quietly ... hadn't anyone really heard her?


A low growl could be heard from below. Karkarott, who was lying with his head and torso, but the rest of his body perpendicular to the wall, got up again. Schepper.

Bulma groped her way cautiously.


If it had been Vegeta now, she would have teased him, but it wasn't


Vegeta ... that was GOKU, oh damn, she really had to be less afraid of that guy than of Vegeta, right?


The teenager was back on his feet now. He had trained his tail (don't get stupid thoughts! * Threateningly *), but so completely unexpectedly it had given him a little stab.


"Sorry ... I w ... didn't mean-"


"Doesn't matter" he replied calmly.


If she hadn't erased her aura, he could have felt the obvious embarrassment now.


"Come on, let's move on"


A little surprised, but above all relieved, Bulma followed the young Saiyan.


He was now wondering why she always had to put him in such embarrassing situations. And he had thought he had left his embarrassing life on earth behind!

Was it Bulma, was it the earth?


He slowly realized that he would never be what he wanted to be. Something deep inside protested his current attitude. Was he SO mentally weak?


Soon afterwards the stairs stopped and you were walking down a long straight corridor.


They crept on for almost 10 minutes. Bulma had just stopped because the wall to her right