Dashu lay one deck below, his orange mane protruding from the snow-white sheet and the businessman was hooked up to various devices. His condition was stable, he was only weakened and had a few scratches. "It'll be fine again ...", one of the doctors explained and closed his report book.



More wounded lay another deck below. Exactly how many there were was kept top secret. There was also no mention of her condition. It was not the first time, however, that strangers were transported on Okane's behalf - they were kept alive just as much ... either they were mentally enslaved when they recovered - or Dashu used to sell them to the highest bidder.



Two nurses came out of the sealed treatment room, both loaded with used bandages. One of the two had not been on duty for long, the second an experienced nurse.

“Aren't you cute?”

"You shouldn't get used to them."

"Be honest - well, I think you can eat them."

"You will learn it too. When they are healthy again, we will not see them again anyway."

“So you don't think anyone is cute?”

"..."

“Not even the little ones?”

"Let's go"
"You are such a spoilsport!"

With that, the two set off to have the bandages treated.



* # *



Tales was on his bed. Arms crossed behind his neck, he stared at the ceiling. Ever since they left this strange planet he felt uncomfortable. He wasn't sure why, but instinct told him he was headed straight for trouble.



"Tales!" Boomed a voice from the communicator.



The Saiyan blinked, 'I knew it'



"Yes?", His voice was firm and he tried not to let it show. One of the windows darkened, in the room of a commander the window glass had an ion-conductive alloy which made it possible to project images from distant locations onto the glass.



The picture flickered and when Tales recognized the voice a long time ago, a deeply annoyed Dodoria grinned at him.

"What's taking so long?"



"Dodoria," Tales commented dryly. It was no secret anyway that the guy had something against Saiyan. Back then, before Freezer had cemented his relationship with King Vegeta, the warrior people had been very rebellious. When Dodoria had ventured into a pub that had a rather dubious reputation on Vegeta-sei, the purple henchman had received a nasty rub-down. From a Saiyan with an eye patch who called himself Tsumetai. He was old, even by Saiyajin standards, and did not see it as being petty in front of a simple wretch like Dodoria. So he had beaten him very badly.



Dodoria might have had very little backbone when it came to Freezers, but from that point on he had no mercy with Saiyan.



"We've been calling you for ages! Have you been too busy suckling your fruit again?"



"Well, Dodoria? Still nice on the saliva?"



"Stop joking. Make sure that you meet your obligations!"



Bored, Tales took off his cloak and just let it fall to the floor. "Yes Yes Yes". Before Dodoria could reply, Tales deactivated the screen and there where a very disgusting grimace could be seen, countless stars were shining again.



* # *



Dodoria swore softly. He hated things like that - when he couldn't fight back immediately. But he thought - maybe he should tell Freezer about this Saiyan? Could he say, for example, that the Saiyan had far exceeded his allotted ration of fruit? Or that he had strayed from the prescribed course without permission? Oh ... or he would just make something up. Dodoria had the afternoon off - he was sure to think of something.



* # *



AHHH !! Who is now on this ominous station?

What is dear Dodoria planning to do with Tales?

What happened to ... the Hawaiian shirt?

Will Tale's crew start another fight?

Will Totepo get his drooling problem under control?

And ... what became of my absolute (not merged) Saiyajin Bardock ???

You see, there is still a lot to be clarified - so logically you have to come back. Well, life is hard o. O