DB RS 28 (RS = Revival of Saiyans)






Chapter 30




@ Super Saya: I'm in! *G*


@LittleChi: Thanks, I'm working on it! ^^


@ Serran: But you also notice everything! * g * But I could have thought of something pretty weird, for example. B. Muten Roshi and Bulma ... (no, I'm not that sick either)


@Long: The idea is really cool (I'm always happy about speculations, I've already overturned established ideas because someone had a lot cooler ...) I think you've already written a picking ... so


Exactly ... Of course you can write clerks! Always bring it on! I'm really happy every time!


@ black_sun157: Thank you! You will find out soon! *G*


@holga: * wide grin * Hope I can meet your expectations. * ggg * give me an effort! Promised!


Oh yes, and I think your FF is really cool! Keep it up! Can't you please please please


are you trying to write a little more? * sigh * every ff I like seems incredibly short to me * g *



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Then the Saiyan opened his eyes.


Startled, the enemy took a step backwards.


Between the strands that hung over his eyes, two emerald green (deep dark green) eyes flash. Diabolic fires blazed within them.


The look, or rather the expression, that lay in those eyes was more than scary.


The pair of eyes looked devilishly at his opponent.


Man had the feeling that he had the offspring of evil personally in front of him.


Almost maddened the eyes looked-frightening.


The mystical emerald green shone far out into the darkness.


Still the green aura surrounded him-Still his energy rose.


Now the remaining black hair, which had not yet been colored neon green (i.e. the lightest, brightest light green * g *), also began to change its color.


Now his opponent began to scramble up everything to be able to counter the Saiyajin.

Apparently the process or the transformation seemed to be finished a moment later.


The Saiyajin stayed in this position for a moment, then the aura disappeared and he crossed his arms over his chest.


The red eyes glinted angrily at the now green ones. (always these color contrasts ...)


Without another superfluous word, the two rushed towards each other.


Now fighting at the very highest level, they were more or less equal.


Nobody gave anything away.


Karkarott took hard blows on his chest and face while his opponent took a huge blow in the eyes and a lot of back pain.


A moment later, the two opponents landed opposite each other at a certain distance.


The enemy was now appraised.


"Yamcha" yelled the Saiyan from across the room.


"Why did you get stranded at this time?You should have traveled back in time for another 50 years !? "


The glowing red eyes flash furiously.


“Ever heard of machine failure?” It hissed back.


"How do you know - no, right?"


"But you were one of my friends at that time!"


In the meantime the word 'friend' came easily from his lips! His eyes sparkled proudly in the darkness.


“I think I'm going to be sick!” Yelled Yamcha, racing towards his enemy.


In flight he stretched out his right fist to hit his opponent one more blow on the already broken nose.


Karkarott dodged to the side as planned, Yamcha had expected that.


Already in flight he turned around, came to a halt shortly behind the Saiyajin, formed a huge Kame-Hame-Ha and already fired it.


The boy had just turned around. He only saw the ki attack heading towards him and he was hit head-on. The force and consistency threw him a few meters

backward.


Yamcha saw his chance.


Karkarott was still a bit dazed by the attack, and it must have sunk a lot of skin ...


The human shot behind the Saiyan and gave the mortal enemy 10 blows in the back with full force as hard as he could.


Finally he folded his hands and hit the somewhat damaged Saiyajin on the head from behind.


Karkarott collapsed.


When Yamcha tried to kick him, however, he rolled over as quickly as lightning.


He skilfully jumped to his feet while lying on his back.


Another violent exchange of blows followed immediately.




Vegeta couldn't believe his eyes. The proud prince had just awakened from his swoon.


What he saw in front of him made his blood run cold.


The hall was somewhat illuminated by the constant flashes of light from the energy attacks and the glowing auras.


There a well-known Saiyan fought with ... with ... with this weakling Yamcha?!?

But ... but how did this bursa get so strong? And anyway, why did Karkarott suddenly have neon green hair?


He watched the two of them for a while. Nobody seemed to have a big advantage, but they fought with such tremendous force ... incredible. However, both were steadily losing energy.


He didn't know what had happened here, but he knew one thing for sure: HE didn't want to fight Karkarott now. This look ... all this hatred and brutality that was in it ... he had never seen it like this before.


He slowly realized that he didn't know him at all, even if he had often imagined it.


Who the hell was he? Saiyan blood could not be denied.


No, he had always seen in him the always cheerful and friendly lower-class warrior who had grown up peacefully with people.


A Saiyan with the people? He should have noticed this little inconsistency beforehand.Sure, HE now lived contentedly with Bulma on earth, but HE was grown up, HE could decide for himself what he wanted. And Karkarott? Only a few months old, already up


sent the earth and changed his mind there?


A simple hit on the head could really change a living being's personality


radically change? Without any risks or side effects? Just because?


HE should have known!


Maybe Vegeta wasn't clear, but deep down in his subconscious he wanted that


clumsy, naive Saiyan back, his best friend.


Even if he was proud of him somewhere, if he didn't behave in such an embarrassing and dense manner, but on the contrary, grown up and cool. But he didn't know why he did that too


didn't like it. Because then he felt strangely small and effeminate against this distinctive, proud personality?




Gohan watched the two fighters in amazement.

Sometimes they moved so fast that even he couldn't keep up. Huge pressure waves were released with each impact, pressing him firmly against the bench on which he was leaning.


It almost scares him to look at the two of them. Above all, his father made a terrifying picture. Was that the true face of all Saiyans? Was there such an abysmal side hidden deep inside him?


The thought made him shudder.


The fight had been going on for hours and slowly the end seemed to be drawing near, as both fighters had lost a hell of a lot of energy.


Karkarott felt that he couldn't hold his status much longer, so he gave everything he had to offer now. His opponent seemed to feel the same way.




At the moment both hovered a few meters above the ground and covered each other with blows.


The Saiyan was able to land a heavy hit on the shoulder of his enemy.


Yamcha fell to the ground.

Karkarott expected that he would now try to give him a kick, punch or something similar with a lot of swing - but that was not the case.


The half cyborg stayed on the ground.


The floating Saiyajin watched him in amazement.


But he suddenly realized what Yamcha was up to. He gathered energy, probably energy for a huge Kame-Hame-ha. At that moment he started to put his hands on the side


placed on the body while a tiny pulsating ball of light formed between his hands.


* One last crucial attack? You can have it! *


Now Karkarott landed some distance away.


Should he fire a Kame-Hame-ha too? Finally he was able to easily top the famous 10 x Kame-Hame-ha of SSJ 4.


But no, he didn't want to use this technique. Not now. After all, she was from Earth. No, his pride wouldn't let that happen.


* The Kaioken? *


Well, he knew something much more effective!

Finally he began to concentrate too.


A slightly bluish aura slowly formed around him.




Bardock winced. Through this aura, the previously emerald green eyes sparkled in a radiant turquoise.


Where had he seen this picture before? Naturally!


Spellbound, his gaze wandered from one to the other opponent.


* Finish him off, son! *




Yamcha had apparently gathered enough energy.


"Came-" he began.


Karkarott just closed his eyes and continued to concentrate.


The air seemed thick and sluggish. However, you could literally feel the tension that was in it.


"Hame-"


Suddenly a deafening roar broke out from the far corner of the room.


Karkarott only noticed this in passing. The young Saiyajin did not let himself be disturbed in his concentration.


"Damn you don't want to be roasted! Please do something!" (Vegeta)

"Do it all!" (Tales)


"We're counting on you, Goku!" (Trunks)


"Come on, dad!"


and the like were shouted at once.


“HAAAAAAAA!” Yelled Yamcha, firing the most powerful Kame-Hame-Ha ever shot down.


Karkarott felt it rush towards him. Felt the tightly bundled, deadly energy rushing towards him.


* If this hits me, there won't be an atom of me left *


As if in slow motion, he felt the