then we can sit together for a coffee party."
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"It's okay, I realized that I have to go over to ... to do what?" Kuwabara looked from Gokou to Koenma.
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"You go to Vegeta's wife Bulma, get the Dragonball Radar there and look for the seven balls. Old friends of mine will help you to find them. When you have all of them together, you call the sacred dragon Shen Long and when he calls for yours Asks to wish, you ask him to stop the extinction and undo it. Then you still have two wishes open, but it is best to wait until we are finished with our task here, maybe it is a matter of reviving one or the other of you."Gokou took a deep breath. He had seldom had to explain so much in one go.
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Kuwabara nodded. "And why should this Bulma help me, I'm a stranger in your world."
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Here Botan Rat knew: "It will, because Uranai Baba, my counterpart, so to speak, will be with you."
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"So only the six of us go to Genkai?" Asked Yusuke.
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“Not exactly.” Koenma indicated Gokou's halo. "If none of you have noticed, this one is dead. Although he has kept his body with all his might, according to a practice there, he can no longer stay outside of the hereafter."
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"Well, what bad luck!", Yusuke looked disappointed. "I would have loved to see how he copes with Genkai's training."
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"I'm really sorry," Gokou laughed, embarrassed. "I've been dead for a while, so I hardly think about it anymore."
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"How did you die?", Kuwabara asked curiously.
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"Kuwabara!"Kurama hissed warningly." You don't ask that.
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"No problem," laughed Gokou. "I blew up."
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“Uhg!” Kuwabara had to swallow hard. "Did it hurt much?"
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"It was too fast for that."
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"You shouldn't play with fireworks at your age," said Hiei.
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"That wasn't the reason," Gokou justified himself and told in a few words about Cell and its self-destruction.
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"Bad timing," was Hiei's damning verdict. "You must have given a tearful farewell speech to a friend, right?"
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Gokou looked at the ground, caught. "Umm it was only very short, honestly:"
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"But during that time you could have delivered this Cell on the Kaio's planet and jumped somewhere else with the Kaio, right? That wasn't heroic, just bumbling! You humans are just unforgivably sentimental."
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Gokou furrowed his eyebrows. "So that's not entirely true, because I ..."<br />
“Enough now!” Koenma stamped her foot on the floor. "I have enough use for Gokou here and the rest of you make sure that you get to your destination. Kuwabara, you wait next to the hole until Botan is here again, Gokou, you come with me to the palace."
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His command tone could not be ignored. Botan sat on her oar. Yusuke, Piccolo and Vegeta held on to the rudder blade. "Don't worry about the two of us," Kurama smiled. "Hiei and I have our own ways to get to this world. See you at Genkai."
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Kuwabara crouched down in front of the vortex with a sigh and tried to keep his nervousness within limits. Meanwhile, Koenma and Gokou went to Enma's palace to watch what was happening at the Montioren in Koenma's office. As Gokou impressed, you could even see what was happening on earth.
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Botan and her three passengers have just landed in front of Genkai's shrine.
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"What is this?", Gokou pointed to a monitor positioned slightly to the side, where a gloomy fortress loomed into a dirty-red sky. A threatening feeling emanated from this image.
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"This is the blood fortress of Getseco and his entourage. There are more every hour, as he knows how to exploit the demons' fear of extinction." Koenma shrank back to a baby and rubbed his chin with a sigh. "I would love to know what's going on there right now."
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At the same time in the blood fortress
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"Good news, Prince of Horror!", A lowly demon came whispering into the wide, dimly lit room.
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The one addressed with the veiled face and long, black hair in which a lonely, fiery strand shone, turned bored to the demon.
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"What is it now?"
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"The afterlife is always dirtier, Prince Getseco," beamed the demon."We already have a hundred new members and more are coming every hour. Soon your army will be invincible!"
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Getseco held his hand in front of the veil and yawned loudly. "Indeed. It is so clear that it gets boring again. Doesn't the afterlife have any heroes who want to stand in my way? Why have I gathered the cruelest, most cunning and most talented demons around me when nobody comes to play with? "
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"It won't be long, oh prince, and then Enma will come herself. That is certain!"
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Do you think? "The prince let his hand sink." But by then I will have died of boredom. "
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"Not if you fall prey to Extinction first, Highness," a new voice intervened. The speaker stood with bowed head in the corner of the room, nervously playing with the twisted cord that served as a belt for his white robe.
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"Still a guilty conscience, La'ir?"The prince reached into the bowl with the roasted worms and lifted the veil a little so that the demon in front of him could catch a glimpse of his soft chin and the discontented look on his gently curved lips. Getesco fished out one of the worms and bit with his needle-sharp, white teeth that you could hear the crust cracking.
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The wearer of the robe pulled the hood lower over his youthful face, so that its shadow hid the tortured look of his melancholy eyes. "I didn't mean it, not like that," he muttered and put his hands into his wide sleeves. With his arms pressed close to his body, he did not lift his eyes a millimeter when he asked haltingly: "What are you going to do now, oh prince?"
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“I don't have many options after your mistake.” The accusation was imprecise, but La'ir winced violently. “But,” the prince raised another worm to his lips, “I am not so unhappy about the turn of things.Otherwise it would have been boring, wouldn't it? "
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La'ir bowed his head even lower. Since he had voluntarily joined Lord Getseco, no horror was alien to him, no horror unknown. And yet he trembled inwardly at the moment when it would arouse his Master's displeasure. Only once had he seen Getseco get seriously angry and for days afterwards he was drenched in sweat and woke up screaming from dreams in which he had witnessed this outburst of anger again and again.
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"For me and all demons there is only one way: We will visit the human world. Extinction should, in all probability, let off steam down here and then come to rest. In the human world there is enough food for my people and if we do it right we can still slaughter and devour your kind in centuries. "
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La'ir did not shudder, with no emotion he showed the horror that any other person would have suffered at this announcement.<br />
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"That leaves you cold, doesn't it?" Getseco assumed with a little laugh. You are done with your kind as I am done with mine. Maybe that's why I'm leaving you alive because we're alike ... "
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* Not because of that, * La'ir thought. * You fear extinction that you do not know if it might get out of control at the moment of my death and reach for you. For this reason alone, you are not touching me at the moment. I don't know how I can stop it now. With the small, targeted fields it was different back then, that it could go wrong with the golden DVD, nobody suspected, least of all I ... *
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"To be similar to you would be too much of an honor," muttered La'ir, careful not to lift his head a millimeter so that Getseco couldn't read his true feelings in his eyes.
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"Hmmm ..." Getseco's hand hovered over the bowl of worms."Sometimes I wonder how deep your devotion actually goes, La'ir."
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There was only one answer to that, and La'ir knew what to say: "Test me, lord."
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Getseco giggled. It was a disgusting sound that didn't match his otherwise elegant appearance. With one swift movement he swept the bowl of worms from the armrest. It hit the floor with a clatter and the worms rolled out. "I don't like her anymore, La'ir. Clean up!"
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La'ir obediently stepped closer, dropped to his knees, and began to pick up the worms. Suddenly a thread-thin needle pierced the back of his hand. La'ir didn't make the mistake of looking quizzically at Getseco. He didn't pull the needle out of his skin either, even though it was rubbed with something that stung like hell. Instead, he tilted his head a little lower. "My lord?"
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“Did I allow you to use your hands?” La'ir knew what that meant.This is not the first time Getseco has played this game with him. Obediently, La'ir put his hands behind his back, careful not to let the needle touch the other hand or the back. He bowed his head low and closed his teeth around a worm.
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"That's right. Now eat it up, eat it all up and then you lick my bowl clean. If you are good, I will allow you to remove the needle before the poison paralyzes your whole body. But I would myself hurry in your place. The warmth of your hand will dissolve the protective coating in about a quarter of an hour. "
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* It would be easier to endure if he let that stupid giggle, * La'ir thought as he hastily picked up worm after worm with his teeth and choked down. * A kingdom for a diversion. If he's bored any longer, another wickedness comes to mind. *
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As if the gods had heard his request, the door flew open and a gaunt, gray-clad figure came striding in.In contrast to La'ir's obedience, his demeanor was provocatively arrogant.
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“Good news,