Hello Leutz!



Yes, ashes on my head! It took loooong again, but I just love to eat Mars ... Ok, enough for today with bad jokes, let's get to the serious side of life.

Personally, I think that I succeeded in this part particularly well. Both the story and the style. Well ... now I want to make you a little curious!

Hm ... of course, in spite of all seriousness, there is also something to laugh about. Even if it was just the new special technology from ... oops ... now I almost gave too much away. But there are also sad things ... Piccolo fans should get their handkerchiefs ready right away.

Well, come on then! I hope you like the part, I've used every free minute to write in the last few weeks and I've also fully concentrated on this story ... Continuations of other stories will follow as soon as time allows. Un nu ...



Have fun!










Dragon Ball Millennium

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The interworld saga







Hope dies last ...



An unusually cold wind swept over the shiny panels in front of God's palace. Piccolo and the stranger stared at each other. Long. Without moving. Meanwhile, Dende and Popo were getting more and more nervous ... and Nail more and more afraid. He hid behind his father.

"Who are you!?" Piccolo asked demanding. The stranger looked at him in amusement ...

"The question should be better: Who are YOU that you dare to ask ME questions. But well ... you shouldn't die more stupidly than you should." with a calm movement he brushed a strand behind his right ear "My name is Chrono. And now you will die."

He said this with a serenity that made even Piccolo, the seasoned fighter, freeze in his veins. Piccolo swallowed. A quick look at Goten, Trunks and Ice ... a nod from him and the boys ... and they agreed.This guy would still be surprised!



Meanwhile, ChiChi and 18-18 Bulma helped dry the not yet broken plates. Actually the men should do the rinsing but ... after the fourth bloodcurdling KLIRRRRR! the women preferred to do it. Now the gentlemen of creation were busy dismantling the grill ... and the women were talking ...

"You know ChiChi ..." sighed Bulma "... my dad ..." the words got stuck in her throat. ChiChi made a compassionate face.

"You miss him, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah ... very ... silly right? I'm over 40 ... and act like a little girl!"

"Not at all silly! If you love someone that's just the way it is ... Your father had a long, full life, that should comfort you."

"Thank you ChiChi ... you understand something like that ... Yes, he had a full life. He was very successful ... even if I think he was never interested in money.He loved researching and inventing amazing things ... "

18 threw Bulma a thoughtful look. Dr. Gero had been a scientist too ... just like Bulma's father. But he did not research for the joy of it ... but to rule the world and kill Son Goku ...

"What about you, C18? You seem so thoughtful ..." asked Bulma.

"Nothing!" replied the cyborg firmly.

The grill gave the men a really tough nut to crack. The thing didn't want to be screwed apart for the sake of death. The tactical battle against the portable barbecue brand Grillfix 2000 reached its climax when Vegeta and Son Goku transformed into Super Saiyan. Each grabbed one side of the unscrewing bar ... and each turned in a different direction. That took about 2 minutes ...

When the two let go and looked at their work, Kuririn interfered ...

"Didn't you want to take that thing down?Now it looks like a spring ... "

"It's only good as a shock absorber." Yamcha stated factually.

"Oh ... shut up, soft biscuit!" Vegeta replied less matter-of-factly while his hair turned black again. But if you turn in the wrong direction ...

Everyone had already forgotten the strange occurrences of the morning ... but they just couldn't ignore the tremendous energy that was now released. They all turned reflexively in the same direction. There was God's palace. Something was wrong ... the women must have noticed that too ... although none of them could feel auras ... because they came outside from the kitchen. And Muten Roshi fell out of his dotted hammock ...



There was silence on the platform. The wind died ... after a few more minutes and without any warning Chrono went on the attack. He jumped high in the air ... his yellow kerchief fluttered behind him ... then he was gone.Piccolo was amazed. Shit was that guy fast! Every now and then he could recognize him as a shadowy figure, but never clearly or long enough to determine his direction of movement. And so the blow to his chest caught him completely unprepared. He threw him backwards against Popo and together they crashed into the north outer wall of the palace, which collapsed above them. While Piccolo freed himself from the rubble, he heard the noises that the boys were fighting a tough fight with this guy. Maybe they had a chance ... the three of them ... not surprised, like him ... and if everything failed Trunks and Goten could still ... WUMMMMS !!! Trunks, who as a Super Saiyan had fought a tough dogfight with Chrono while Goten and Ice brought little Nail and his father to safety, raced ... hit by a powerful blow ... like a cannonball. Penetrated the platform almost in the middle. A quieter impact followed.Trunks hadn't been able to stop in front of the ground. Chrono landed casually and calmly put his slightly disheveled hair back in order.

"Hm ... you are a little stronger than I thought. That could be fun doing it for you ... a good finger exercise after such a long time of rest ..."

Piccolo was relieved to see that Trunks had come back upstairs and was now standing behind their opponent on the edge of the platform. Ice and Goten stood a little to the right and left of him, respectively. Very good! Tactically, their positions couldn't have been better ... obviously the boys had noticed that too, because they were obviously waiting for a sign from Piccolo. Some time ago Piccolo would have thought such a group attack would be against the honor of a fighter ... but this attitude he had changed significantly in the meantime. There were fights for honor and fights for life. And with the latter one could certainly get help. A barely noticeable nod from him, and the boys rushed to Chrono at the same time ...


ChiChi immediately saw the genuine concern on her husband's face. It covered his usually happy face like a veil. And as if to confirm, he said “Something's going on ... we should look!” However, with an uncertain sideways glance at ChiChi ... because her rolling pin was usually used on such occasions. But contrary to expectations, she was of his opinion ...

"Yes. Our poor little son! If something dangerous happens, I want him with me! Go get him!"

Vegeta mumbled something about the boys are old enough ... could take good care of themselves as half Saiyajins at that age ... ChiChi's venomous look put an end to the murmur. Yamcha, Kuririn, and Ten-Shin-Han would accompany them. And of course Son Gohan ... because after all, there was also a small piccolo ...

Yamcha asked "How long will it take us to get to God's palace? I haven't flown that route in a long time ..."
Son Goku wanted to answer ... But Vegeta was faster ... "With you probably ten minutes!"

Yamcha said nothing. He knew the prince's friendliness only too well ... he was so friendly that he would cuddle him to death if he annoyed him too much ... Just kidding. Vegeta would never cuddle Yamcha ... although ... death could well be true. With an extremely queasy feeling, they set off on their way. Their wives ... who were not least concerned mothers ... watched them go.



Chrono didn't seem to notice the attack of the four at all. In any case, he waited until they had almost reached him. Then it seemed as if a tremendous shock wave was about to blast off his body, which spread out concentrically and shattered the floor panels in the process. Piccolo and the boys were so surprised by this unexpected attack that it almost knocked them off their feet and forced them to abandon their attack. Young Piccolo, who had stood a little further away and had not yet participated in the fight, took the opportunity.A huge jump put him in a good position to shoot. He concentrated energy as much as he could get together in the short time ... and fired a Kame-Hame-Ha. At that moment he was more than glad that his father had taught him this rather fast, yet powerful technique.

Piccolo's quick action had its effect. For the first time the enemy seemed to be badly hit. He staggered and seemed to fall ... the opportunity! Trunks and Ice, the least affected by the shockwave, launched another attack. With success. They drove the unwelcome visitor back towards the edge.

"There you have your change for earlier!" shouted Trunks before sending him down towards the earth with one mighty blow. A distant impact and a huge cloud of dust far below told them it had hit hard. They breathed a sigh of relief. But too early ... a rush ... a crash ... and right under her feet, through the platform, a red and yellow figure shot out, only vaguely visible.Trunks and Ice fell to the ground like fallen cones. Hovering over them, with a cold smile, Chrono ...

Suddenly he averted his gaze from the two ... "Oh no ... you stay here nicely!" he said in the direction in which Dende, Nail and Popo were standing. That is, only Dende was standing quietly between the ruins of the palace. He had used the stranger's brief inattention and instructed Popo to bring Nail to safety. And to get help if