him. "The madman's son?" he asked blankly. Zarbon grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close.

“It's him ... the lucky one I'm going to marry!” He let go of him and tossed back his long hair and looked at himself smugly in a water trough.`Yes, Son Goku ... you are the only one worthy of me. He can be so grateful to me. "It's only a matter of time, Dodoria."

He stared again at the handsome boy, who was just getting up and walking on in his mind. He licked his lips and smiled arrogantly.

`I want YOU, Son Goku ...`



In fact, Kakarotto was so busy with himself that he hadn't noticed any of the conspicuous looks and the pursuit by the two cronies. However, the people on the street probably noticed it and wondered why Zarbon and Dodoria followed the strange Son Goku so persistently. But most of them could guess their part, since this same Son Goku didn't look bad after all.

Kakarotto was already unconsciously ignoring the whispering around him, he had always done that. Instead, he was now walking towards the outskirts with his arms crossed and his face thoughtful.

`How do I tell my father that I don't want to live here anymore ...?Do I really want to leave here?



As he strolled slowly towards his home, he did not notice Zarbon and Dodoria approaching him from behind. Zarbon put on his most charming smile and cleared his throat, but Kakarotto took no notice of him. Definitely not used to being ignored, Zarbon reached for a surefire way to get the Saiyan's attention - grabbing the other's tail and squeezing hard. The highly sensitive tail immediately sent shock waves of pain through his body, and Kakarotto gave a slight scream as he dropped to his knees, unable to hold back the maddening agony this abuse provoked. But then Zarbon let go again, visibly pleased with the other's pain.



"Aah ..." Kakarotto slowly straightened up and turned to his attacker, ready to strike back at the slightest cause. Zarbon laughed:
"Take it easy ... I just wanted your undivided attention. Tomorrow, Son Goku ..."

Kakarotto relaxed a little, but felt a queasy feeling in his stomach when he suspected what Zarbon wanted.

"Tomorrow. What do you want?"

Zarbon smiled sweetly. "What do you think, Son Goku, when we both go to the inn and see my trophy collection?"

Kakarotto felt sick at the thought of the trophies and shuddered. "No Zarbon. Maybe another time."

Zarbon looked slightly amazed that someone refused his invitation and wanted to contradict when Kakarotto stopped him: "I have to go home ... help my father." Dodoria laughed nastily.

“Yes, the madman needs every help!” Zarbon laughed out loud too. "Don't talk about my father like that!" Kakarotto growled and glared at Dodoria. "Exactly! Don't talk about his father like that!" Zarbon intervened and gave his friend a head-butt.
"My father is not crazy, he is a genius!" Kakarotto muttered when suddenly his words were followed by a deafening thunder. Startled, he stared at his house, from which thick clouds of smoke rose. He quickly pushed himself off the floor and shot home while Zarbon and Dodoria burst into laughter again.