CHAPTER TEN
It took almost a week to arrive at the planet Spansha. The trio starred at the gloomy world below them. It was a pale, sickly green, devoid of the sun through its thick smog. Ships were constantly landing and taking off from various points on the small planet's surface. Spansha was registered as a manufacturing outpost from the early days of Frieza's empire. Now the planet was un-kept, used for making various ship parts for small militia groups and shady planet owners for keeping the "peace" in their sectors.
"Okay guys, we're going in," Trunks said through his gritted teeth. Even though it was a small planet compared to Earth, it still would take a miracle to find out where the ship on New Namek had been made. Trunks piloted the ship into the suffocating smog and landed out in a barren wasteland, not far from Spansha's capital city, Sporrel. The air was unfit to breathe, so polluted the planet was, that Trunks, Goku and Pan donned space suits to travel to the city.
It was a few minutes flight to the city. Pan was hot and sticky in her suit. It seemed forever before the three landed outside the bubble Sporrel was encased in. Normally "outsiders" would not be allowed into the city, but Trunks bluffed their way in by pretending to be an agent for an interested client. The guards fell for his story and opened the airlock doors for the three to enter.
Goku was stunned once they walked through the last gate. The city was large and to Goku, monstrous. The dark futuristic buildings loomed like monsters, smothering out the artificial lighting on the ceiling on Sporrel's dome. Air cars zoomed by from all directions, and loud gruff voices and machines made much unbearable noise.
"Grandpa, don't just stand there, come on!" an impatient Pan yelled at her county bumpkin grandfather. Goku was standing in the middle of what might have been an intersection, judging from all the noise and complaints the drivers were making at him. Goku smiled his grin and ran to catch up with Trunks and Pan, already consumed by the large crowds on the sidewalk.
They walked along the busy trading areas, being jostled by strange aliens of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Trunks sighed after hours of walking into filthy shops full of underhanded characters. It was impossible to tell who was lying or was trying to con you. He had a lead from one dealer to look for a Werseian named Zephter. Unfortunately he hadn't been able to find the alien and his temper was growing short. 'Damn it, I could probably find a lot of answers really fast if I didn't have Pan and Goku with me.' Inspiration struck Trunks. "Guys," he began, "you two should head back to the ship and guard it. I don't trust anyone from this planet and the ship might be in danger."
Pan and Goku nodded enthusiastically. Neither had enjoyed this city and were both hungry. At the ship there was food and an escape from this filth and grime. "What about you Trunks?" asked Pan. "Aren't you coming back too?"
"I think I will check out a few more places before I head back. Now hurry guys before we end up with an empty frame of a ship!" Trunks waved goodbye to the two short Son's as they went through the city's gates. 'Now' Trunks cracked his knuckles, "I can get some work done.' .....
Twenty minutes later Pan and Goku were flying through Swansha's gritty air to their ship. "Yuck, this place is disgusting!" remarked Pan as they flew over the sooty remains of an earlier city, now trash on the planet's face.
"Uhh, Pan, Is that our ship?" asked Goku, pointing his small finger at a ship in the horizon. Pan squinted her eyes.
"Yeah, it should be why?"
Goku slowed down his speed and his face fell into a thoughtful expression. "Well 'cause those guys over there must think it is theirs." .......
Trunks flew back to the ship with a Vegeta like grin on his face. Using some, "friendly persuasion" he managed to find Zephter, the builder of the alien ship on Namek. His grin faltered as he remembered the conversation he had.
'Half a year ago I had an order for a fleet of spacecrafts that were discreet and quick. The guy who ordered them I had never seen before in my life. He had a funny shape tattoo on his forehead, red color. He wanted them fast, but able to hold soldiers and prisoners. I get a lot of orders like that, but this guy was really weird.' The Werseian scratched his head with his eyestalk, 'Yeah, this guy paid up really well. The fool was going on about how the money didn't matter, it soon would be a thing of the past. I figure it was one of them odd ball heretics.'
'Where was he from?'
'I don't know, I don't ask that many personal questions about clients. I don't care what they do with the merchandise, so long as they pay up.'
Trunks blasted the alien to ash after he could get no more from him. Then the demi saiyan decimated the shop and the inhabitants within. He worked on blood lust, interrogating every alien they walked or crawled by him on the street, destroying them if they didn't come up with the right answers. The lilac haired man picked up speed, trying to get back to Pan and Goku. 'Maybe my tactics aren't right, but damn it I will avenge you mother and father!'
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That's all for now guys, sorry. I plan to have a little 'jump' in time very soon. That's when the story actually gets interesting (in my opinion) and stops dragging on (for a while).
Very important you all tell me who your favorite characters are in DBGT. PLEASE!! I don't want to go farther until I know.
It took almost a week to arrive at the planet Spansha. The trio starred at the gloomy world below them. It was a pale, sickly green, devoid of the sun through its thick smog. Ships were constantly landing and taking off from various points on the small planet's surface. Spansha was registered as a manufacturing outpost from the early days of Frieza's empire. Now the planet was un-kept, used for making various ship parts for small militia groups and shady planet owners for keeping the "peace" in their sectors.
"Okay guys, we're going in," Trunks said through his gritted teeth. Even though it was a small planet compared to Earth, it still would take a miracle to find out where the ship on New Namek had been made. Trunks piloted the ship into the suffocating smog and landed out in a barren wasteland, not far from Spansha's capital city, Sporrel. The air was unfit to breathe, so polluted the planet was, that Trunks, Goku and Pan donned space suits to travel to the city.
It was a few minutes flight to the city. Pan was hot and sticky in her suit. It seemed forever before the three landed outside the bubble Sporrel was encased in. Normally "outsiders" would not be allowed into the city, but Trunks bluffed their way in by pretending to be an agent for an interested client. The guards fell for his story and opened the airlock doors for the three to enter.
Goku was stunned once they walked through the last gate. The city was large and to Goku, monstrous. The dark futuristic buildings loomed like monsters, smothering out the artificial lighting on the ceiling on Sporrel's dome. Air cars zoomed by from all directions, and loud gruff voices and machines made much unbearable noise.
"Grandpa, don't just stand there, come on!" an impatient Pan yelled at her county bumpkin grandfather. Goku was standing in the middle of what might have been an intersection, judging from all the noise and complaints the drivers were making at him. Goku smiled his grin and ran to catch up with Trunks and Pan, already consumed by the large crowds on the sidewalk.
They walked along the busy trading areas, being jostled by strange aliens of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Trunks sighed after hours of walking into filthy shops full of underhanded characters. It was impossible to tell who was lying or was trying to con you. He had a lead from one dealer to look for a Werseian named Zephter. Unfortunately he hadn't been able to find the alien and his temper was growing short. 'Damn it, I could probably find a lot of answers really fast if I didn't have Pan and Goku with me.' Inspiration struck Trunks. "Guys," he began, "you two should head back to the ship and guard it. I don't trust anyone from this planet and the ship might be in danger."
Pan and Goku nodded enthusiastically. Neither had enjoyed this city and were both hungry. At the ship there was food and an escape from this filth and grime. "What about you Trunks?" asked Pan. "Aren't you coming back too?"
"I think I will check out a few more places before I head back. Now hurry guys before we end up with an empty frame of a ship!" Trunks waved goodbye to the two short Son's as they went through the city's gates. 'Now' Trunks cracked his knuckles, "I can get some work done.' .....
Twenty minutes later Pan and Goku were flying through Swansha's gritty air to their ship. "Yuck, this place is disgusting!" remarked Pan as they flew over the sooty remains of an earlier city, now trash on the planet's face.
"Uhh, Pan, Is that our ship?" asked Goku, pointing his small finger at a ship in the horizon. Pan squinted her eyes.
"Yeah, it should be why?"
Goku slowed down his speed and his face fell into a thoughtful expression. "Well 'cause those guys over there must think it is theirs." .......
Trunks flew back to the ship with a Vegeta like grin on his face. Using some, "friendly persuasion" he managed to find Zephter, the builder of the alien ship on Namek. His grin faltered as he remembered the conversation he had.
'Half a year ago I had an order for a fleet of spacecrafts that were discreet and quick. The guy who ordered them I had never seen before in my life. He had a funny shape tattoo on his forehead, red color. He wanted them fast, but able to hold soldiers and prisoners. I get a lot of orders like that, but this guy was really weird.' The Werseian scratched his head with his eyestalk, 'Yeah, this guy paid up really well. The fool was going on about how the money didn't matter, it soon would be a thing of the past. I figure it was one of them odd ball heretics.'
'Where was he from?'
'I don't know, I don't ask that many personal questions about clients. I don't care what they do with the merchandise, so long as they pay up.'
Trunks blasted the alien to ash after he could get no more from him. Then the demi saiyan decimated the shop and the inhabitants within. He worked on blood lust, interrogating every alien they walked or crawled by him on the street, destroying them if they didn't come up with the right answers. The lilac haired man picked up speed, trying to get back to Pan and Goku. 'Maybe my tactics aren't right, but damn it I will avenge you mother and father!'
..................
That's all for now guys, sorry. I plan to have a little 'jump' in time very soon. That's when the story actually gets interesting (in my opinion) and stops dragging on (for a while).
Very important you all tell me who your favorite characters are in DBGT. PLEASE!! I don't want to go farther until I know.