"Love And Hate Come Through The Same Door"
Tale Thirty Four---Senbei Turbo---
Rating: T
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She woke up with a headache pounding on her forehead. Her eyes stung and she felt somewhat feeble. Her crimson eyes moved and she knew she had opened them. She couldn't see, and the voices she heard sounded distant and incoherent.
"Stop talking," she ordered in a raw voice. "Who's there?"
"It's Brynnah," one of the voices said. "Aera healed you. You were hurt pretty bad." Yamuna Tacra could feel the woman's presence when she came closer. She still had no idea who else was there. The half-Saiyajin still could not see. She didn't like being unable to see. "Where's that Healer wench?"
"Aera-san? You mean Aera-san?" Brynnah asked. Yamuna Tacra felt she was ready to slap that stupid feline across the room, or, across wherever they were. "Yes!" she wheezed, out of breath. "I mean Aera! Where is she!"
"Aera's taking a nap. She needed to get some rest. She's been up and about healing people all night. Quit your yammering." It was Ame's voice, Brynnah's mate. Yamuna Tacra hardly remembered what he looked like but the sound of his voice was upset. He was being rude to her. Nobody was ever rude to her. She gnawed her teeth together.
"Where is she!" she demanded a second time. She sat up. She still couldn't see a thing, not even vague shapes.
"No, Ame, let me handle this," she could hear Brynnah say. She could hear some sort of protest coming from the cat's mate and she was honestly hoping he wouldn't listen. She was in such a mood to kill that she wanted one served to her on a silver platter.
"Aera is in no condition to talk to you right now," Brynnah said to her. Yamuna Tacra could sense Brynnah was real close by and she reached out, grabbing her by her throat and pulling her down. "I said—" she roared in a suppressed voice.
"Stop it, killer." It was Aera. Yamuna Tacra could clearly hear her but wasn't entirely sure where the healer was. "That's enough," the healer continued. Yamuna sensed when Aera sat down by the chaise-longue she had been sleeping on, apparently. Slowly, she was trying to imagine the room at the best of her ability, and her current state.
"Your vision will be gone for a couple more days, I think," Aera said to her, putting her hands on the half-Saiyajin's temples.
"Keep your hands off me."
"As you wish. I'm sure what's left of your wounds can heal by itself, eventually." Aera sounded like she was challenging the Touch of Death. Yamuna Tacra felt a cough coming up, in between her snicker. She hated that stupid wench. She got up, reaching for the window. She knew by the sounds of the people present this room was small and a window was nearby, she could also feel the wind blowing softly from outside to in. When she touched the windowsill she smiled and pulled herself out, landing on a branch.
"Watch out!" Brynnah called out. "You could kill yourself!"
"What do you care?" Yamuna Tacra said, feeling around her to check if there were other branches nearby. She wanted out. She didn't want to stay here. She didn't want so many people involved in her life, telling her what to do, how to feel, what to think, where to stay. She never wanted to be here in the first place. She wanted to go home. Perhaps, she even wanted the Hakaisha to possess her. Wouldn't that be easier than to stay in this stupid piece-of-shit world? The branch moved, as if someone else had landed on it. She wondered who it was, barely able to sense any lifeforce in the first place.
"Who's there?" she demanded.
"I know you don't want to be here, Yamuna Tacra." It was Aera. The girl stood, and the Saiyajin girl could feel the other girl balancing herself against the movement of the tree, as well as her own.
"What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?" Yamuna Tacra said.
"Whatever you want. The choice is up to you."
"Don't give me that crap, Aera." Aera realized it was the first time the killer girl had called her by her name. She didn't know whether she should be pleased by it or not.
"But it's true. You're an adult now. You can make your own decisions. Darken can't tell you what to do. Nor can I. And I won't."
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Yamuna screamed. Blindly, she lashed out for Aera and the latter fell down. Aera pulled the Saiyajin with her, and the both of them dropped onto a lower branch, which gave way to the impact. They fell down again, twigs and branches scratching her blindly, Yamuna Tacra didn't care, didn't do anything, just held on to Aera, waiting for them to hit whatever bottom, hoping they would never have to wake up, ever again.
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"There's another two dragon balls really close to each other, on the mainland in the southern province. It's not too far from here. I suggest we go after those two first and move further inland after we've collected those," Trunks said, in mid-flight.
Goten smiled. "Sure, sounds good to me."
"Let's go by boat. It might be best to use transportation or we might raise suspicion. Especially yours truly, as president of Capsule Corporation. I can already imagine the headlines if they found out." Goten shrugged to his friend's suggestion, and the latter had a feeling Goten didn't really care much, or agree with him; he wasn't too sure which. Trunks let a capsule explode in the water and the two friends boarded the small power boat.
It didn't take too long before mainland came into view and they needed to move further into the land, across a mountain range before Trunks could adjust the Dragon Radar's scale once more. The boat transformed into a jet. Trunks and Goten didn't say anything the entire time. The Dragon Balls were nearby, perhaps that was what made them this silent. The plane moved over a village, with children playing outside on a schoolyard. An announcing pig in a suit spoke from up a tree, and a tiny Toriyama robot waved from the palm tree's trunk. "It's afternoon in Penguin Village," the pig spoke.
Goten ordered Trunks to halt for a minute, and he peered out the window. He exited, keeping himself aloft by using his chi. A ball soared towards him, coming from the schoolyard where a group of kids played a baseballgame. He caught the ball, then landed on a rooftop. Trunks didn't follow and kept seated in the jet's cabin. He speculated what his friend was up to.
"Hoyo?" a girl far below said, wondering.
"Kladi! Look, up there! There's a guy on the roof. He caught your ball!" one of the other kids, wearing a funny animal-ear hat, yelled.
"Hey! No fair!" Kladi, a kid with curly black hair, shouted. Goten jumped down from the rooftop, smiling. "So, watcha doing? You guys almost hit me with your ball. Who gave it such a batter in the first place?" Goten asked.
Kladi looked angry. "I did. You ruined my homerun."
Goten walked up to the approximately fourteen-year-old boy. "You have a good strike on you. You should be a professional baseball player. You should play for Yamucha's team!"
A girl jumped forward, her hair auburn and wavy, almost the same auburn as Maxine's. Goten smiled. The girl had a big bow in her hair and her eyes looked at him lovingly. "Ooh! You know Yamucha! You know Yamucha's team!"
Another kid pushed the girl away. She wore a hat with wings on it, spelling out a five-letter word: ARALE. "Quiet, Akane-cha," she said, a silly smile planted across her face. "Of course he knows Yamucha-cha. Anyone familiar with baseball knows Yamucha-cha. Yamucha-kin's super famous! Duh-cha!" Two little cupid-like babies floated over the girl's head, smiling silly smiles. Goten stared curiously.
"Losers," Akane said with an angry nod. "Everyone of you."
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Vejiita stared at the ceiling, then turned on his side to look at the woman at the other bedside. That woman had been working too much lately. Simply because that son of hers was incompetent as Capsule Corp.'s CEO didn't mean she should cover for his sorry ass.
She was wearing glasses, overlooking paperwork. Paperwork never meant anything to Vejiita. He continued to watch her, getting on Bulma's nerves.
"What, Vejiita? I'm working," she said, without looking up from her paperwork. Paperwork? Ha! Paperwork never meant anything to Vejiita, and he snatched the articles from her.
Finally, she gave him the attention he'd been planning to catch.
"Vejiita," she started to say, putting her glasses on the nightstand for safekeeping. "I'm not having sex with you tonight. I have a million things left to do—"
Vejiita smirked, still keeping the articles out of her reach. She leaned in to take them from him but he simply moved his arm further away. "Like what?" he insisted.
"For starters, examining the paperwork you just stole from me. I have job interviews tomorrow for the opening of a lower executive trainee since I promoted Sanshou to junior associate in the board of directors, in hopes of taking a load off of Trunks' back…"
Vejiita snorted. "And why would you want to do that? This is a family business. The brat should learn the world's not all about getting laid while mentioning his trust fund. The brat's not even keeping up with fighting anymore."
"Trunks is a virgin, for your information. He's been putting a lot of himself into this company. Give him a break," Bulma bit back.
Vejiita simply continued where he left off, ignoring the blue-haired woman. "In fact," he said. "I bet Bura could kick what's left of his brawn without bothering to get up—"
Bulma cut him off a second time, slightly agitated.
"Don't bring Bura into this! You know how I feel about—"
Bura was the exact reason Bulma had passed on the presidency of Capsule Corporation to Trunks. She wanted to raise her daughter properly, be there for her, be a devoted mother. Vejiita was to stay out of it. Bura was to be a normal girl, not a warrior.
Again, Vejiita snorted.
"I know you dread the thought alone of her becoming a warrior. She's a Saiyajin elite. Being a warrior's in her blood."
Bulma sat back, and folded her arms. "Vejiita, we've been over this. You've had your chance with turning Trunks into a killing machine. You failed. With Bura, it's my turn."
"Trunks is a sorry warrior," Vejiita said. "He's too much like you." The woman next to him narrowed her eyes but Vejiita ignored her. "He's run off again. What does he need those Dragon Balls for, anyway? Gonna wish he's not as much of a weakling anymore?"
Bulma sighed. She knew Vejiita didn't mean it. Why in the world would Trunks need to be a warrior if they had both Goku and Vejiita to keep them safe? Because it was in his blood? Trunks was no killer.
"Trunks and Goten are looking for the Dragon Balls to wish back Goten's colleague. She was murdered during the shooting that resulted from the bankrobbery the other day. Don't you ever watch the news, Vejiita?"
Vejiita huffed. "Weakling humans die over nothing. Why bother?"
"Shut up, Vejiita. Not everyone's as hard-boiled as you are."
The Saiyajin smirked at her. Just as Bulma started to wonder what he was up to, Vejiita crumpled up the documents he'd been holding, crushing them to dust. Angrily, she pushed him, trying to save what was left of the paperwork.
"Vejiita, I hadn't finished reading those!"
The Saiyajin Prince in turn smirked more. "You have now," he said in a low voice, turning over to push her under him. He kissed her, and Bulma lost herself in his kiss, forgetting about any complaints she had left. He always knew how to have his way with her, one way or another.
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"Hoyoyo…" the small girl with the winged hat murmured, looking up to Goten with a big, gaping mouth, stating her amazement. "N-cha!" she greeted the Son.
Goten smiled, levitating off the roof. She was rather cute, wearing big glasses and both a shirt and hat that stated ARALE. "Hi," Goten replied. "Arale, is that your name?"
The girl beamed at him, as did the two tiny angelic little boys by her side. Goten couldn't help but find it rather funny. "Hai!" Arale replied. "Can you teach me that?"
"Eh?" Goten started, confused, landing on the roof again. "Teach you how to catch a ball?"
"No, no!" Arale said with a grin.
"Teach you how to jump off a roof? That sounds kinda dangerous…"
"No, no!" Arale repeated.
"Eh?" Goten looked up to Trunks and the jet, which looked like a teeny tiny speck up in the sky. "Trunks! Help me out here! What does she want me to teach her?"
Trunks face-palmed. He didn't want any part of this! What was Goten thinking, showing these kids he could fly? Practically the whole world knew he was Trunks Briefs, CEO of Capsule Corporation! Of all people to raise suspicion… Had he no brain at all?
"Fly!" Trunks yelled. "She wants you to teach her how to fly!"
"Fly!" Goten heard Trunks shout down to him. "…o… each… fly!"
Goten frowned. "Whatever you say," he mumbled. He elevated slightly, then pointed at himself. "You mean this?" he said to the small girl. He didn't notice how the other kids were gaping at him as if they'd seen a ghost for the second time around. Akane, the somewhat older girl, shrieked. Arale turned to her.
"Didn't you see him do that the first time 'round?" Arale asked in an innocent voice.
"I'm not wearing my contacts," Akane said snappily. "They sting my eyes."
Arale and her two floating comrades turned to Goten again. "Yes!" Arale exclaimed. "I mean this! Fly! I want to fly, too!"
"But what about your two small friends," Goten responded. "Can't they teach you?"
The girl pouted, and her glasses slipped down to the tip of her tiny nose. "Senbei Turbo won't upgrade me…" From sounding slightly disappointed, her mood turned jovial again. "If you teach me, maybe I can fly, too!" The two angelic friends cheered with her, their antennae and wings fluttering.
Trunks watched them from above, wondering what in the world Goten was up to. Had they even time for this? Hadn't Goten been the one assuring him he didn't even have time to change his outfit?
"Sure, I could at least give it a try," Goten said to an applauding Arale. "If you can tell me where I can find one, maybe two, of these. He pulled a dragon ball from his bag, showing it to the group of children.
"It sure glows prettily," said Akane, looking at the dragon ball with the frenzy of someone smelling dough.
"Never seen one of them stupid balls," Kladi said, hands in his pockets and kicking up sand. "You ruined my homerun so even if I did know where to find one, I'd certainly not tell the likes of you." His friends, standing to both his sides nodded in agreement.
"I know," said Arale. "We got two just like 'em at home, don't we Kajira-kins?" she said, more to her two floating friends than to Goten.
"I knew it," Goten said, closing the deal with Arale. "In exchange for those dragon balls, I'll teach you how to fly."
"In exchange for one dragon ball," Arale said.
"Deal."
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"Come on, Uub! Put some effort into it!"
"Sensei!" the dark-skinned boy yelled back at his teacher. "I'm trying as hard as I can, Goku-sensei!" He shifted his weight, digging his feet firmly into the ground, he was ready to fight but remained polite and calm nonetheless.
Son Goku watched the boy with careful scrutiny. A rain would kick in soon, and he felt hungry. He hoped Uub would master this technique as swiftly as he had all other skills he'd been exposed to these past… months? Or had it been longer already? Goku didn't know. Goku wasn't one to keep track of time very well.
He kept an eye on Uub, who was trying to control his chi in the innate way Goku had told him to. Perhaps thinking or feeling it was easier than actually doing it? Goku wondered, as he watched Uub struggle, panting, his black eyes shut firmly, his jaw clenched. Hm, it certainly looked pretty hard, judging from Uub's efforts. Maybe Uub was trying too hard?
Goku's mind wandered. How long hadn't he been home? He didn't really remember. Did he not remember because he couldn't keep track of time? Likely. Didn't he remember because it'd been so very long, anyone would forget? Perhaps. Goku didn't know. Did he miss anyone? Missing perhaps wasn't the right word. He missed ChiChi's cooking. He missed spending time with Gohan or Pan-chan. He also missed hanging out with Goten, even if those times had been rare these past… years, was it? Again, Goku didn't know.
He walked over to Uub, and put out a hand to feel the rain that was beginning to pour down. "Let's give it another go later on, once it's stopped raining. I'm hungry," Goku told his student. Uub sighed, disappointed, but equally grateful to finally have a small break.
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The plummet was enough to make her regret having tried such a stunt in the first place. She felt rather sore, to say the least. She didn't move for a very long time, nor did she verify whether Aera was still alive. She couldn't say she didn't care, which irritated her more, but she also knew the healer was fine. At least, she figured the wench was fine. Was she? Yamuna Tacra was ready to pound her head against a wall, against a dozen walls. She was still unable to see, unable to feel much more than the harsh pain induced by this rather bumpy landing, a landing she'd called on personally, for whoever knew what reason. Reason? She was beyond reason. She was an idiot, wasn't she? She felt like one anyway.
A small grunt reached her ears and she turned, to listen more closely, figuring it was that healer wench. She sat up, ignoring blood trickling down her back. What had caused those wounds? The landing? Could it have?
"What're you gruntin' about?" she demanded.
Aera shifted her weight. Her eyes were calm, cold perhaps. "My leg," she informed her companion. "It's broken."
"That's not funny."
"Hardly," Aera replied, just as calmly as before. There was a silence.
"…" Yamuna Tacra stood, paying no mind to her wobbly, painful legs. "You mean, you're not joking?"
"Who would joke about such a thing?" Aera said, fairly snubbed.
Slowly, but no more than slowly, Yamuna Tacra's vision was returning, and she could discern dark shapes in vast shades of grey. She turned again, noticing she'd been talking to what was likely a tree rather than that healer wench. She saw a shadow approaching, and she moved back, in a defensive stance.
"Who're you? What do you want?" she barked. Something in the back of her head tapped in on the thought that the shadow did not move with a feline grace, and did not answer to her demands. Who was this shadow? Shadow? Her mind began to wander, and she dropped to her knees. What was going on? What was the matter with her? Were memories plaguing her? There was a shadow. Shadow, what shadow?
Aera started, letting out a shriek as a firm hand gripped around her arm, pulling her up. Yamuna Tacra turned, but couldn't see the enemy coming. Her eyes were searching but could not find, could not see. What was going on? What was the shadow? And what did it want?
Who was the shadow?
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"Let's go, let's go!" Arale exclaimed. "I'll show you my house, we train there, yes? I show you the dragonball, you show me how to fly?" Arale took off, dragging Goten with her by her tiny hand. Goten had a hard time keeping up with the girl's speed.
"Hey!" one of the boys complained, barking at Arale. "What about our match?"
Arale came to a sudden halt, and Goten almost toppled over. Arale's angelic friends also stopped, floating in mid-air. All kids looked at the frustrated boy.
"Same time tomorrow, we finish? I'll be winning even bigger time, Kladi! I'll be flying, ya?" Arale grinned. Goten wondered if now was the time to tell her flying wasn't really easy, though he had to admit it'd been easy to learn for him so he wasn't one to talk, basically. Without further ado, Arale took off again, dashing down the grassy field towards the woodlands, which lead them down a path away from the town. Again, Goten could barely keep up with the girl's speed as he gestured Trunks to follow.
"Mind if my friend up in the plane comes with us?" Goten yelled, still trying to keep up with the ever running girl.
Arale stopped dead in her tracks again, as did her angelic little friends. "Can he fly, too? Not on a plane and all."
"His name's Trunks. He's… shy." Goten really didn't know a better word for it and shrugged, rubbing the back of his head in thought. Arale didn't think for long and consented with Goten's suggestion with a quick 'okay!' and off she went again, pulling Goten with her the entire time.
The house they neared was tiny, and reminded the Son of his own house, in the same backwater way. A very old man sat in a rocking chair on the porch, his feet hidden underneath a plaid cloth, he wasn't paying any attention, watching television from a small set he rested on his knee. He didn't even bother to look up, and he was eating something unidentified, smearing sauce all over his moustache. Trunks landed, but still the old man didn't bother to look up from the tv-set. Arale greeted the old man, then waved at Trunks, and turned towards Goten. "You guys wait here? Me and Kajira-kins'll look for the dragonball in my room. No peeking. It's my hiding place." The girl giggled, then vanished into the house, waving her arms around happily.
Trunks approached Goten, nudging him. "So, now what?"
"Now we wait," the Son answered. Goten, unaware of rudeness, at least as far as Trunks felt, walked around the house to the backyard, lured by the sound of engines, drills and one passionate 'Eureka!' after the other.
A greying man stood behind a table, bent over a device of some sort. The man levitated, but Goten didn't notice and Trunks was too occupied trying to stop Goten from trespassing these people's backyard.
"Hi!" Goten greeted the man. The latter looked up, taking off his goggles.
"Hello," the man replied. "Can I help you? I'm no longer looking for another assistant. I re-programmed the cleaning bot, works perfectly fine. Sorry."
Goten didn't really get it and just as Trunks was about to apologize for disturbing the man Arale came running around the corner, followed by the Kajira-kins.
"N-cha Senbei Turbo-cha!" the girl greeted the man at the table. "You're all flying and now I'll be flying too!" Arale carried around the dragonball over her head, running a circle around Goten, beaming at him.
"Teach me! Teach me!" Arale shouted.
"Teach you what, Arale?" the man, apparently named Senbei Turbo, asked.
"To fly! Now all of us can fly! Kajira-kins, Turbo-cha, Arale-cha!" Arale said cheerfully, still running circles around Goten. Goten was beginning to get dizzy.
The man floated away from his table, and only now did Trunks and Goten notice he wasn't touching the ground. Goten was about to say something about it but Trunks nudged him, shutting him up.
"You're doing perfectly fine without being able to fly. You don't need an upgrade you don't need," the man said to Arale, floating up to the girl.
"What do you mean by 'upgrading', if you don't mind my asking?" Trunks wondered.
Senbei Turbo looked at the lavender-haired man, and smiled. "Why if it isn't Trunks Briefs of Capsule Corporation! What are you doing way out here of all places? The name's Senbei Turbo and by upgrading I mean just what it means. Upgrading a machine." The greying man held out his hand to shake Trunks', then to shake Goten's, introducing himself properly. He was still elevated slightly, and Trunks looked at him confusedly. Turbo noticed, and blushed with embarrassment.
"Gomen nasai," he apologised. "It's a habit. I'm not really used to having visitors, it's uh... part of being a genius?"
"Flying?" Trunks asked.
"Eh…" Turbo stammered.
Turbo's words caught Goten's interest and he looked away from the dragonball Arale had given to him. "I can fly! Does that mean I'm a genius, too?"
Trunks felt a snicker come up but he swallowed it. Turbo wanted to respond to Goten's remark but Trunks caught Turbo's interest before he could say anything.
"Are you a genius? An inventor?" Trunks curiosity had obviously been touched.
"I sure am. And an admirer of your mother's. She's quite the architect!" Turbo said, smiling.
Goten blinked. "Trunks, your mom's no architect, is she? She's a scientist, right?"
Trunks and Turbo looked at each other, and smiled. The both of them nodded, completely caught in a world they seemed to at least share in inquisitiveness. Trunks wanted to see everything Turbo was working on, and unafraid of Capsule Corporation making off with his ingenious ideas, Senbei Turbo showed him the lot. Goten on his part tried to teach Arale how to fly, having a great time with the girl and her angelic friends, feeling like a child all over again.
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Ziyuu stirred, moving her lips. Her mother was sound asleep, sitting on a chair by her bedside.
"Juu…"
She stirred again, and a bead of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Juu-kun…"
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"You should come work for us," Trunks told Turbo.
"At Capsule Corporation?" the inventor asked.
"Of course!" Trunks brushed back his hair, taking a sip from the cup of coffee a household bot had just brought in. Coffee obviously wasn't the robot's specialization, Trunks noticed as he made a sour face, tasting the beverage.
"No, no. I could never leave this place. I've lived here since forever, and I couldn't leave daddy."
"…" Trunks pondered on that for a little while. He knew Senbei Turbo wasn't a rich man, and Trunks knew he could at least provide him with a new house, which would beat living in a ruin like this. By the looks of it, the roof was leaking, and instead of having a decent workshop at his disposal, Turbo worked outside, because his old shop which had originally belonged to his father Norimaki had collapsed long ago. A genius such as Senbei Turbo deserved to work under decent circumstances and Trunks was going to give them to him, if it was the last thing he could do. Genius shouldn't go to waste like that!
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Yamuna Tacra woke from her thoughts, tensing. Aera's features fell with a surge of pain by the pressure that was put on her leg when the enemy grabbing hold of her had forced her to stand. She looked into his face and she knew immediately something was very wrong. Was this an ambush? He was Crothian, and his intentions were undoubtedly as dark as his grim eyes, no, darker. Aera felt something crippling her more than her injury, but she wasn't sure what it was. She failed to stay conscious much longer, feeling the life slip out of her gradually.
Yamuna Tacra felt something grabbing her by her throat, squeezing the breath out of her. She could barely discern a shape, much less figure out what had provoked this. The fingers that clenched, pricked into her skin, seemed powerful, which guess was confirmed when she tried to pull herself out of her adversary's hold. What the hell was going on? Why was he so strong, why was she so weak? He heard her say one thing alone, the entire time.
"Saiyajin, a rare find indeed."
She could clearly hear Aera's scream before the world around her vanished completely and she was not only blind to whatever was going on, but deaf and dumb as well. Yamuna Tacra did not see. Yamuna Tacra did not hear. Yamuna Tacra did not speak. The world around her was gone but she was unable to take it all in.
"Kill the other one, we have no use for her. Zoria wanted only the Saiyajin."
The Crothian laughed, looking straight at the Nekojin that were standing in the treetops, high above. He could smell their fear as clearly as the stench of a ten day corpse, and knew why they did not move. His smirk grew wider.
"We'll deal with these felines later."
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A/N: doom? And a dragonball?
I hope none of you are too confused about all these new characters at Penguin Village: they're based on Dr. Slump, which was Akira Toriyama's first published manga.
I apologize for taking so long updating this. I've had a rough few months, and a bad time living in the DBZ community.
In the next episode: Will Trunks convince Turbo to come work for him? Can Goten teach Arale how to fly? What's going to happen to Yamuna Tacra and Aera? Will Goku ever go home? And will Uub learn that… whatever technique Goku was trying to teach him? What will happen to Ziyuu? Also, Kuririn will meet an old… friend…
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