Pride of a Saiyajin
By Wickedclowns101
Chapter Three
Bulma
"Hm, about fifty yards that way…" I sighed. These dragon balls were sure spread out. I only had the two star, and the five star ball.
"The ball should be around here somewhere… ah!" I bent down, and picked up the six star ball.
"Three down, four to go." I activated my dragon ball radar. It began to search. Then, it came up with the coordinates.
"Huh?" the radar was showing another ball in the exact same spot. I got on my hands and knees, and began to scour the ground. After about fifteen minutes of hard digging, I lifted the one star ball from the soil.
"That was easy." I said to myself. I turned on the radar once again.
"Great." I sighed. The next ball was over five hundred miles away.
"How am I going to get there?" I wondered out loud.
"I could take you." I almost screamed.
"Piccolo! You scared the hell out of me!" I yelled.
"Sorry." He said. "We need to go," I nodded.
"Of course," he picked me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Where to?" he asked me.
"That way." I pointed to the west. He lifted off the ground slowly.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded.
A white aura formed around us, and we zoomed into the horizon. I tried to say something, but my words were lost in the air. I was monitoring our distance, and when we were close, I signaled to Piccolo that we needed to land by pointing at the ground. We landed, and I let go of him.
"Bulma, were you trying to say something up there? I saw your mouth move." He asked.
"Yes. I wanted to ask how Gokou was doing." I said. Piccolo turned away.
"P…Piccolo?" I prodded.
"He's fighting Frieza as we speak. Alone." Piccolo said. His words cut through me.
"He can't win alone!" I shouted. He nodded solemnly.
"I know. That's why we need the dragon balls. If we can make Gokou immortal…" he let it hang.
"We can't do that. We need to get everyone but Gokou and Frieza off the planet. Besides, the two of them can win." I said.
"Two of them?" Piccolo asked.
"Gokou and Vegeta." I said. Piccolo shook his head.
"Vegeta is dead. Frieza killed him." He said.
I turned away, and bit my lower lip.
"Vegeta…" I whispered lightly. I felt Piccolo's hand on my shoulder.
"Where is the dragon ball?" he asked. I looked at my radar.
"The next two aren't far from here."
Piccolo and I split up, and scoured an entire square mile, searching. When we met up a few hours later, I held out the three star ball. Piccolo held the four star ball. I smiled.
"One left." He didn't smile.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Guru told me, that the last ball is held by Frieza himself."
"Well, let's go get it." He looked at me like I was crazy, then he smiled.
"Yes. Lets."
By Wickedclowns101
Chapter Three
Bulma
"Hm, about fifty yards that way…" I sighed. These dragon balls were sure spread out. I only had the two star, and the five star ball.
"The ball should be around here somewhere… ah!" I bent down, and picked up the six star ball.
"Three down, four to go." I activated my dragon ball radar. It began to search. Then, it came up with the coordinates.
"Huh?" the radar was showing another ball in the exact same spot. I got on my hands and knees, and began to scour the ground. After about fifteen minutes of hard digging, I lifted the one star ball from the soil.
"That was easy." I said to myself. I turned on the radar once again.
"Great." I sighed. The next ball was over five hundred miles away.
"How am I going to get there?" I wondered out loud.
"I could take you." I almost screamed.
"Piccolo! You scared the hell out of me!" I yelled.
"Sorry." He said. "We need to go," I nodded.
"Of course," he picked me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Where to?" he asked me.
"That way." I pointed to the west. He lifted off the ground slowly.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded.
A white aura formed around us, and we zoomed into the horizon. I tried to say something, but my words were lost in the air. I was monitoring our distance, and when we were close, I signaled to Piccolo that we needed to land by pointing at the ground. We landed, and I let go of him.
"Bulma, were you trying to say something up there? I saw your mouth move." He asked.
"Yes. I wanted to ask how Gokou was doing." I said. Piccolo turned away.
"P…Piccolo?" I prodded.
"He's fighting Frieza as we speak. Alone." Piccolo said. His words cut through me.
"He can't win alone!" I shouted. He nodded solemnly.
"I know. That's why we need the dragon balls. If we can make Gokou immortal…" he let it hang.
"We can't do that. We need to get everyone but Gokou and Frieza off the planet. Besides, the two of them can win." I said.
"Two of them?" Piccolo asked.
"Gokou and Vegeta." I said. Piccolo shook his head.
"Vegeta is dead. Frieza killed him." He said.
I turned away, and bit my lower lip.
"Vegeta…" I whispered lightly. I felt Piccolo's hand on my shoulder.
"Where is the dragon ball?" he asked. I looked at my radar.
"The next two aren't far from here."
Piccolo and I split up, and scoured an entire square mile, searching. When we met up a few hours later, I held out the three star ball. Piccolo held the four star ball. I smiled.
"One left." He didn't smile.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Guru told me, that the last ball is held by Frieza himself."
"Well, let's go get it." He looked at me like I was crazy, then he smiled.
"Yes. Lets."