discretion to see you hurt." "Tell me, what am I supposed to do here?" she asked confused and shrugged. The king smiled warmly, rose, and strode towards her. "You are here because I have a favor to ask of you, little miss." With that, he put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her pleadingly. "What's the matter?" she inquired and listened to the king as he made a proposal.



In the meantime Ve and the others had reached the palace and found a way to get into the palace without being spotted. They knocked down the guards at the gate and crept through the garden. "OK. Now it's getting serious, boys and girls!" Ve whispered and slowly opened the large double door that led into the anteroom of a long corridor. The vault of the house was huge and seemed to have shrunk the Saiyajins. "That's crazy," Yoku marveled and looked up. The ceiling appeared to be crying about 5 meters or more. “I've never seen anything like it before.” “Neither have I,” said Vegetara, turning around once. “That's awesome,” Raven whispered as he looked at the dark ceiling and his whisper echoed faintly. "Hey! Look at everything later," Ve warned with a grin and stepped forward. “We have something more important to do.” Slowly and unobtrusively crept down the hall.

It was quite dark and you could only see the sparse outlines of the hallway."It's really creepy here," Raven said softly and put her hands on Vegetara 's shoulders, who gave a short start, with a startled sound. "Psst!" Ve made and put her index finger to her lips. "Be quiet. Otherwise they'll discover us!" Vegetara nudged Raven's hands from her shoulders and gave him a dirty look, whereupon he just grinned, embarrassed, and crept on. Ve groped his way forward step by step, whispering again: "If they find us, then ..." But he couldn't finish his sentence, because suddenly a trapdoor opened under their feet and one after that tore another into the depths. They cried out in despair when they were catapulted down a steep slide into a kind of sandy arena. The Saiyajins landed roughly on the ground and slowly picked themselves up again. They dusted their clothes and looked around in amazement. Huge walls were drawn all around them, separating the arena from the stands.All places were occupied by inhabitants of this planet. They all made strange noises that sounded like a busy murmur.

"Where are we?" Araki asked cautiously as she straightened up and let her gaze wander solemnly. "No idea!" Yoku returned and took up fighting stance. “But it doesn't seem like a good place.” Ve nodded. "We are here in the palace arena of Fidjatchek, the ruler of Pampola," he declared gravely, remembering something that his father had recommended to him many years ago. "Avoid Pampola, my son!" King Vegeta always said. "King Fidjatchek is not really kind to visitors or intruders. His palace is riddled with innumerable traps. One wrong step and you will die." "That's right," said Vegetara, looking around. "Where's this king typi? I'll do it ..." "Welcome to my arena, intruders!" suddenly came the voice of a man who was enthroned higher than all the others.It was King Fidjatchek who sat on his throne and looked down at the five. Raven growled and scowled. "You ... you ass release Yanni!" he roared and went on the attack. Ve noticed it too late and wanted to remind him. “Don't Raven !!!” But too late. Raven was thrown back into the arena by a strong protective shield. Gasping loudly, he hit the sandy floor and lay there motionless for a few seconds.

"Forgive me, your Majesty," said Ve, bowing. "I'm sorry for him. He's still young and a hothead. Such an attack won't happen again." Fidjatchek smiled satisfied. “At least one of you has manners. So what do you want from me?” Yoku took over the word: “You have something that belongs to us!” “And that is?” “Yoku please,” Ve hissed and stepped forward. “We wish the kidnapped cook Yan-Yam to be released, Your Highness!” The king rose from his throne and stepped closer to the wall.He propped up his hands and looked with lowered eyelids at the Saiyajins, whose eyes sparkled with ambition. "Only when you have mastered three tasks will I release them," he promised and grinned contentedly. * So far, no one has survived these tasks. * the king was already laughing up his sleeve. * These strangers too will fail, like everyone before them. * "What are these tasks?" Araki asked and gave the taller man a questioning look. "Well, yes," he began, clearing his throat. "The first task is: arm wrestling against our strongest opponent, Hydroga."

* Sounds like a robot, * thought Raven, disturbed, and stepped to Ves' side. "Are you going to do the first job?" he asked and looked at the gate that stood in front of them. It was still locked. "I have a strange feeling in my stomach." The Saiyan prince nodded and cracked his neck before he quietly: "I feel the same way, but ... I'll prune this hydroga. You can rely on that." brought out.Raven and the girls stepped back and saw a table sink into the center of the arena and finally hit the sand floor. "I'll do the first task!" Ve shouted and loosened her shoulders. "Send your champ out. I'm ready!" The king grinned and flicked once, whereupon the gate opened and a large being stepped out. Vegeta almost hit the blow when he realized he was going to face a machine. "I knew it!" he said, clenching his fists. "All right. Then let's go." They got into position and pressed their left hands together. * It's good that you don't know that my arm is from Katsching. A big advantage! * thought Ve with a grin and just waited for the start signal. "GO!"

Both pressed against each other's hand. But somehow it seemed difficult for the machine to get against Ve (Ve doesn't even press and stop him! Respect ^ - °), since Ves arm didn't move a millimeter. "Well, are you too weak?" he sneered and, bored, propped his face on his right hand.The tin can didn’t answer, but tried harder. But nothing happened. "Wait a minute," said the Saiyan prince, giving him a bored look. "I'll show you how to do it!"

With these words there was a jerk and the arm of the machine was on the ground. The king's jaw dropped. * How ... how is that possible? * he asked himself and began to sweat. * Nobody had beaten Hydroga before! What kind of guys are they ?! * Ve had passed the first task with flying colors and smiled contentedly. "And that was your champ, your Majesty?" he asked with a grin and walked over to his friends, who patted him on the shoulder and praised him. King Fidjatchek laughed artificially and cleared his throat. "Very good. Now the second task. One of you has to drive a race." Raven pricked up his ears. "Definitely a job for me!" he laughed and stepped forward. “I'll take care of that! And against whom, if I may ask?” Another snap could be heard and a cyborg stepped out of the shadows.He looked almost like Raven himself. * What? What shoud that? * he thought and a sweat of fear came on his forehead. The man grinned darkly. “You're driving against yourself!” Raven swallowed. * Somehow that can't go well, * he thought and saw himself getting lost. But suddenly an idea occurred to him. * ... but wait! The guy is programmed like me. So he certainly has the same flaws as me. That means I could hit him ... That'll be nice! * "All right. All right. Let the race start!" the 3/4 Saiyan called out happily and expectantly. The king was already rubbing his hands. * He never made it! *

The race was held on Crypter bikes (advantage for Raven: see Raven Special). No problem for Raven, it would be easy. "Be careful anyway!" Vegetara called to him before he drove to the start. A very dangerous bike route was built at breakneck speed, which went through almost the entire arena. Raven looked at everything carefully.* Isn't there anything I can't do that well anywhere? * he asked himself desperately. But then he discovered it: a steep banked curve. Something that still causes him problems today. He exhaled in relief and flipped the visor off his helmet. * That'll be fine *

The cyborg and Raven stood at the start and just waited for the starting shot. The eyes were tense and focused on a goal. * This is about everything! So take care! * reminded himself the 3/4 Saiyajin and sharpened the senses. Finally the starting gun was fired and the engines let out their loud howls before they dashed off at full speed. The two opponents were equally quick and equally skillful in their driving style, which made it difficult to determine a predictable result. First they turned into a slalom parkur: no problem. Then there were bridges, raised road conditions and a huge looping: child's play for a professional. Raven had fought for the first position foreseen. They moved closer, closer, closer to the banked curve.Raven blocked the opponent's view so he couldn't see the curve coming. But now he finally saw an opportunity: After a hard braking maneuver, the cyborg drove past Raven and headed for the curve without evasive. * He can't get that anymore. * Raven grinned triumphantly and watched as his cyborg rushed through the guardrail of the curve with a loud roar and crashed into the wall of the stands, whereupon he went into eternity with an explosion. Now the 3/4 Saiyan had enough time to finish the race, and he did. No sooner had he crossed the finish line, as soon as he had taken off his helmet, his friends ran up to him and congratulated him.

The king ground his teeth and clenched his fists. *This is just unreal! * he cursed in silent desperation. * Can't anything and nobody stop them from beating my machines? The last task ... my last chance! * "Not bad, young man!" he exclaimed with mock enthusiasm and clapped his hands.The Saiyans looked up and sent Fidjatchek determined looks. They wanted Yanni back at all costs. The ruler began to sweat. He just