Who promises help


Part 1


Far, far from our heroes ...


A small creature was kneeling there.


With his green skin, the long pointed ears on his head and the big sad eyes, he would be the target of anyone immediately. Despite his not even three-foot-tall figure, his thin legs and arms and his pointed fingers. But what dwarfed this being was the gigantic figure of a woman on a golden throne.


She was probably a statue. Her skin looked stony, but it gave everyone who entered this room so much warmth that one would want to stay with the statue forever.


But it wasn't the statue itself that gave so much warmth. She was holding something in her hands:


Light. There she held faintly shining light, protected in her hands. Protected, but still open to everything.


It seemed like all pain could be poured out to the light.


The statue was white and decorated with gold, like everything else in this huge hall.But what was already in this room? Nothing. Just the lonely, pretty statue of a woman on her throne, the warm light and the little green creature there that looked to the ground.


The white tiles were polished to a shine. And the golden dome of the hall glittered in all its splendor. What kind of place was that?


Probably a place of silence.


Or rather a place of desires ...


Because everything in this room, whether it was empty or not, was full of hope. You could tell when you entered it. That warmth of desires or the coldness of the terrible deeds that lead to desires.


The being that knelt there and looked at the ground was a little Zelese. The Zelesen were very weak, which you could actually tell from them.


The Zelesen have been in great distress for centuries. Across the western border, the black troops marched on Anmoria and spread fear and terror. Villages and cities were attacked.Men, women and children killed. Everything was burned down. That was how terrible and cold they were, the black troops. Those who were able to save themselves and mostly had to leave their whole family behind were accommodated in this castle.


The Zelesen could only stop the troops of Anmoria with the help of the light of wishes and hope that the statue held in their hands. But now the light was weak. It was hardly shining.


Help was needed ...


Little Zelese prayed for that there.


He prayed that help would come.


Suddenly a woman's voice echoed through the hall: “Do you know who I am, Morlen? Morlen ... was that your name? "


Little Zelese looked up, startled.


,, Yes ... my ... name ... is Morlen. And I assume that you are the light ...? "He stuttered at first.


“You answered correctly. I am the light. And I am calling you because I want to give you an important task.You know I am weak ... so I put all my hope and that of the other poor Zelesen in your hands. "


“But why me, dear light? I'm just a second class magician. "


"Morlen, did you not notice that you want nothing other than peace for our people? Someone who hopes so much is better than a first class magician or warrior. You are meant to be ... "


"If you are sure, dear light ... then I probably have nothing more to say ..."


"Your Majesty, I am only a magician with little experience, but if it is so close to your heart and seems and is so important, then I will accept the task and do it as best I can."


"Then listen carefully to Morlen now, as I now want to initiate you into your task.


Far, far away, in another galaxy, and even on the very edge there, lies a planet called Earth, on which mighty warriors live. They are not earth inhabitants, they are the last survivors of a mighty warrior race and so powerful that they could bring peace to our planet forever.Morlen, I have grown weak in all the centuries that we have fought in vain. You see, soon I will stop shining .. Go now, fly to earth with your flight capsule and ask her for help. They will help us, I know, because they are pure in heart. Go morlen! Go We are waiting for you until you will come. And then hopefully with help ...


Morlen got up and bowed to the light and statue.


,,As you wish. "Answered Morlen.


Soft tears ran down his face. It made him sad that the terrible thing happened, that happened, and maybe will happen. He was sure that he would do anything to ensure that help would come. Morlen took hold of himself again and stepped out of the hall. He walked down the white corridor and rummaged through his thoughts.


The ceiling of the corridor was vaulted and decorated with gold. On the sides, evenly spaced, were white columns. Everything was ornate and decorated with gold.Even the wide, wooden doors that stood between every fourth and fifth column.


Morlen didn't have to go long. He was already coming to his door, which was decorated with a golden door sign. On the door plate it was clear, No. 36 Morlen Vansum, Second Class Magician "to recognize.


A pretty woman's face was carved into the wall above the door. Morlen looked up at her and asked, "Will you let me in, Rosean?"


“Of course, Morlen Vansum, second class magician. The door will open for you ... "


And so it happened. The door opened by magic and closed again after Morlen entered.


Morlen was now in his home, having lived in his village since the Anmoria troops had attacked his village. It consisted of a single, small room, including a flight capsule that had docked from the outside on the wall of the castle. So all you could see in the room was the flight capsule hatch.


The small room Morlen was in was furnished only with a small bed and a bedside table.The bed was so small that Morlen was just inches above his head and feet when he stretched out in bed.


Like everything else in the castle, everything in the room was ornate and decorated with gold.


Morlen hurried to the bedside table and rummaged around in the top drawer. He looked for the code key of his space capsule. As soon as he found what he was looking for, he opened the hatch of his space capsule and got in. Shortly afterwards the hatch closed again. Morlen entered the coordinates of the earth into the on-board computer and leaned back comfortably.


He wanted to sleep. Sleep well once again before landing on earth.


The flight capsule detached itself from the marble outer wall of the castle and stopped high above the castle before it disappeared into the infinite universe.






Meanwhile on earth ...




It's been 6 years since Cell was defeated by Gohan.

Son-Goku, who unfortunately sacrificed himself in vain for the others in the fight against Cell and had to live, now trained in the afterlife with Master Kaio.


Gohan and Goten, who was now 6 years old, also trained, of course. Just not as if danger was approaching.


Son-Goten met with Trunks and trained or played with Trunks almost every day.


Gohan had all the school stuff on his neck. After all, he would soon be going to Orange Star High School, or rather be flying (with his supersonic cloud).


Chichi was very happy with Gohan.


His distance teacher too.


All saw life serenely and were happy that there was finally peace on earth.


All. Except one of course.


A few hundred kilometers from Chichi's house ...


"7184, 7185, 7186, 7187, 7188," gasped Vegeta.


He was doing push-ups in the gravity room. Of course in a handstand position and on just one finger.

The scouter, which showed the gravity, clearly showed 500g, but that was not enough for Vegeta.


"Vegeta, don't you think that's enough for today?" Said Bulma on the monitor.


,,No. I keep training. Kakarott probably trains till you drop in heaven. I can't take a break there. "Vegeta huffed and went on counting in his mind.


> 7193, 7194, 7195, 7196 <


He just didn't want to pay attention to Bulma, then she would give up soon and leave him alone.


But Bulma didn't give up that easily. Dinner was already on the table.


,, But dinner is ready! And today is your favorite meal. Do you want it to be cold? "Bulma snapped something.


"If it doesn't stop right away ..." thought Vegeta angrily. But he reconsidered and just grumbled, "Okay. I'm coming on "Towards the monitor before he pushed himself off the ground, landed on both feet and turned gravity back down to 1g.

He opened the door with the push of a button and stepped out. Only now did he realize how light he felt.


"Really strange feeling," he thought. Actually, he never really noticed. But already today.


Vegeta went into his room and pulled on his blue slacks and white shirt. They were freshly ironed and were therefore toasty and warm.


He took another fluffy towel from the holder and put it over his shoulders. Then he walked down the hall to the dining room.


Even before he had turned a corner, he smelled the delicious smell of the rice dish with delicious meat sauce. Simply delicious.


Vegeta licked his lips and walked a little faster. At least he was hungry, which he had only just noticed.


He was already standing in front of the door of the dining room. He heard Bulma talking in a familiar voice. The conversation was probably about some school that someone will attend. Other familiar voices could also be heard.

> Definitely some friends of Bulma again. Probably from the neighborhood


But when he opened the door to the dining room, his breath caught.


Who sat there That couldn't be true. Vegeta rubbed his eyes.


There were Son-Goten, Son-Gohan, Chichi, Bulma, Mr Briefs, Mrs Briefs and ...


"Kakarott!"