Hello everyone!
This is where crucifix speaks * ggg *
So, here at last the second part of the story!
I have not discussed the course of the story with the other participants and I hope that they do not tear my head off because they have or had completely different ideas about the story ^^

First of all, thanks to everyone who has read the story so far! And of course the person who wrote the comment gets a separate thank you!

@ kidvegeta: Nice that you like it so far. I hope it doesn't look any different after this part, and you stay on as a comment writer ;-)

So, enough foreword, let's go to the second part!

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Vegeta runs into the huge walk-in closet next to the actual bedroom, presses the button for the automatic doors and, as soon as the closet is open, sprints into him, evades the coat hook that automatically moves to the door and arrives at "his" clothes corner - the is tiny compared to Bulma's ...Vegeta immediately slips on a few randomly picked items of clothing, races out of the closet again and ignores the calls that come from the bedroom: "Vegeta, what's going on?"
"Be right back!" he shouts hastily over his shoulder, sprints to a window, tears it open and flies out into the night sky at breakneck speed, enveloped in a white aura ...
Damn, he's suppressing his aura! "Thinks Vegeta angrily." Where the hell is he? If you need that Namek, he's not there!
Maybe I should try God's palace first, there ... "Vegeta notices a growing source of energy, quite far away from him, but still familiar. He grins.
"I'm on my way..."

"... made sure that the climate in the northern hemisphere changed radically. A radical change in atmospheric pressure and temperature was the ... DENDE !!!"
Dende, the protector of the earth, woke up from his half-sleep, his pen fell to the floor - PLING, PLING, PLING - and rolled right in front of the feet of Piccolo, who was slowly turning red, who was standing at the front of the board, on the one with blue and green An indicated hemisphere was drawn in chalk."Are you paying attention?" the former devil asks his protégé sharply. Meanwhile, Dende seems to be getting smaller and smaller in his seat ...
"A ... Sure!" he manages, and Piccolo's angry face turns into a mean grin. "Oh really? Well ..." He walks behind him to an open cupboard, takes out blank paper and pencil and slams it onto Dende's wooden table. "Homework: 3 pages about climate change in Northern Europe. You have ..." Piccolo stretches out with his arms, a huge hourglass appears in a sudden cloud of smoke between his hands ... "... 90 minutes!"
“WHAT?!?” Dende falls backwards from his chair and gets to his feet. "But I can never do that!"
"If you had paid attention, you wouldn't have to do it now! So don't complain!"
Dende wants to protest again, but Piccolo's piercing eyes stop him.
"Well ..." he sighs and picks up the pen.
Piccolo turns around and wants to leave the room when he suddenly notices something.A low, fleeting voice whispers something to him ...

"Freezer .... Cooler .... Spaceship ..... Earth ..... Bo o ....."

Piccolo remains stiff in the door frame. He strained his eyes to find the source of these words in his surroundings, but the corridor is deserted ...
"Hey Piccolo, are you okay?" calls Dende from behind his back.
"Do your homework!" Piccolo rules at him, Dende jerks back and leans over his paper, frantically scribbling. Piccolo walks out of the room, slams the door behind him and, lost in thought, trots out into the open space of the palace. Mister Popo is watering the flowers there.
"Ah, Piccolo!" says the little black servant, "Would you be a good student?"
"It was better before ..." Piccolo mumbles, sits down in his cross-legged position and hovers a meter above the floor, his hands crossed in front of his chest. Mister Popo is a bit confused, the former god and devil at the same time has not acted so strange for a long time.He wants to approach Piccolo, but he changes his mind, stops there and watches the Namek anxiously. "Piccolo are in a strange mood. Dende didn't study well?"
But Piccolo no longer pays attention to his former servant, but concentrates on a certain aura ...
"Vegeta, you have to hurry ..."
Another energy signature lets him direct his senses to another area of ​​the earth. And when he realizes who it is, he begins to increase his own energy level even further.

"Well, Oob, what do you think?"
In response, Goku only gets a loud smack in return when his student throws the empty, gnawed, long skewer behind him and fishes for the next one, fully loaded with lots of crispy fried pieces of fish. The two have already plastered a good half, the skeleton of the huge fish and at least a dozen skewers lie next to the soft green moss that serves as a sleeping place for the two fighters.The red sun in the background slowly sinks towards the horizon, and over the wide uninhabited plain on which the two fighters recently trained, which can be seen from the numerous craters and bare spots, there is blissful calm, only a few cicadas interrupt now and then the evening silence with its high buzzing. The trees of the small forest, which had given them enough shade at noon for a short break, rise like towers above the ground, only the light wind makes the leaves rustle a bit. And the lake sparkles like a thousand diamonds in the light of the setting sun. The picture could come straight from a travel brochure for Africa
"Just ... * munch, smack * ... delicious ... * chew *" brings Oob to his lips before he has to swallow the huge chunk in order not to suffocate.
"I've been catching and eating this fish since I was a little boy." says Son - Goku with a grin and watches the greedily looping Oob."So I already know how to treat it to make something tasty out of it. My wife Chichi even uses the recipe sometimes."
"Anyway, what are Chichi, Son - Gohan and Son - Goten doing?" Son - Goku wonders when he mentions her. He hadn't seen her for years, he was always fully occupied with increasing and maximizing the powers of his foster pupil and his own powers. He had never considered a possible return to "civilization", he had liked it far too much here in the wilderness, just as he did when he lived in the mountains as a little boy, in his grandfather's house ...
A loud burp drowns out his thoughts, however, when Oob has pushed his 7th spit.

"Freezer .... Cooler .... Spaceship ..... Earth ..... Bo o ....."

Suddenly Son - Goku is on his feet and looks around.
"Who was that?" he calls out into the darkening plain.Oob looks surprised at his teacher, he even forgets to put the next piece of fish down his throat. "Um, master, what's wrong?"
Son - Goku looks around tense.
"Where did that voice come from? Did you notice someone or something?" he frantically asks Oob, who continues to look perplexed.
"No, master, what did you hear?" the human fighter wants to know.
"Wait here, I have to go to Piccolo for a moment!" says Son - Goku tense, jumps off and apparently races after the sun, back to the day that had actually ended. Oob is left with a chilling roasting stick in his hand and confusion in his mind.
And Goku guides the energy emitted by Piccolo like a beacon.

"What's the matter, mother?" Trunks asks, sleepily, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Bulma called him after Vegeta flew away. His sister Bra peeps curiously through the open bedroom door.
"Vegeta is gone, he flew away!" says Bulma worried."I want you to find him."
"WAAAS?!?" Trunks is suddenly awake. "But mother, I can't just leave now, I have an important board meeting in the company at 10 o'clock! Under no circumstances should I be absent, the meeting ..." Trunks fell silent when he noticed Bulma's sad expression on his face. "It's okay, I'll look for him ..." he says defeated, turns around and wants to leave the room when Bulma calls after him: "Trunks, get the glider ready to go, I'll come with you too!"
Trunks stops, looks at his sister Bra, who is still standing in the doorway, doubtfully, turns slowly around his own axis and stares at his mother in disbelief. "You want something?"
"Yes, I'll come with you!" Bulma says in a firm voice and gets out of bed a little awkwardly. You can tell from the strains and strains that the disease has left behind, Bulma sways more than she stands. "I want to know what's wrong with Vegeta and you can tell me where he is because you can sense him!"Trunks rushes to his mother and prevents her from falling backwards. "Mother, I don't think that's a good idea. You're not fit enough for a trip in the middle of the night."
"Pah!" shouts Bulma loudly and breaks away from Trunks. "I'll show you right away how fit I am! Now go and get the glider ready to go, I'll be there in a minute!"
Trunks sighs, lets go of his mother and sprints out of the room.
"Mummy?" Bra speaks up when Bulma rummages through her oversized wardrobe for a suitable pair of sturdy slippers and a padded jacket. "What's the matter with papa?" asks the daughter uncertainly.
Bulma looks down thoughtfully at her shoes. "I don't know exactly, Bra ..." she says, but more to herself. "But I have a feeling ... A bad feeling ... I can't explain it, but ..." Bulma fell silent .
"Bad feeling?" echoes Bra astonished.
"Yes ... I think we are in great danger ..." Bulma continues."Vegeta is in great danger ..."

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So that's it for now!
I hope that both the readers and the rest of the historians enjoyed this continuation of the story and that it can be turned into a useful, good and exciting story.
So, that's it for now, take care!

Greetings, crucifix