sensed him more than he saw him and fired his volleys at least so precisely that Gyrrin was fully occupied with evading and could not initiate a new melee attack.
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Suddenly the temperature started to drop and not only that. The fire sprinkler system started up and it was raining cool water. Vegeta tipped his head back and drank what he could get hold of.
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The lizard didn't like this change at all, especially since the temperature gradually cooled down to 10 degrees.<br />
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"Hatschi!", Bulma climbed soaked and freezing out of the shaft, the tool case and again as a capsule in her breast pocket. She closed the shaft and pushed the now damp, wet sand over it. It was still raining, although according to your calculations the system should switch off automatically soon. At the moment she was using the water to wash the sand from her hands and clothes.
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When the rain finally stopped after a few seconds and a warmer wind blew instead, it was just right for her to get dry again.
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Vegeta had recovered and Gyrrin got going again thanks to the wind. But it couldn't get as hot as before, Bulma had made sure of that. It's good that no camera was working down here, otherwise their maneuver would have been exposed long ago.
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Now that the conditions were almost neutral again, Vegeta gradually got the upper hand and finally put an end to the whole thing with a huge burst of energy.His flaming aura caught Gyrrin in the middle of an attack. His eyes went wide, then suddenly milky and empty, and he slumped unconscious.
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Vegeta hesitated, leaned over and shook his head briefly before turning to Bulma.
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“What are we waiting for ?!” He was fed up with Phelesen's games, there was almost no time left anyway. Without another obstacle they reached the golden cube and at the same time placed their hands on the two round fields that were apparently intended for it.
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Immediately a wide door on one wall opened and a line of armed robots marched in. Vegeta cursed and raised his fists, but Bulma held him back, as the robots only formed a trellis through which the Phelese and his three favorite slaves walked. One of the three slaves carried a tray with three glasses in which a green drink bubbled.
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"Bravo!“The Phelese didn't seem angry in the least.” That was a delightful radio play. It's a shame that the cameras weren't up to it. A toast to the winning team, even if I have no idea why our temperature control suddenly failed ... "
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Bulma cleverly hid a grin and took a glass. The stuff smelled liquid gummy bears with vermouth and champagne.
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Vegeta also took a glass and watched with watchful eyes as the Phelese took the last glass, toasted them and took a long drink. "Ahhh ... there's nothing like fermented Yaspani nectar. Give it a try, it should be just as good for your metabolism as it is for mine. It is also the most expensive drink in the western galaxy."
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Vegeta, still very thirsty from the fight, downed his glass in one gulp. It was sweet, flavorful, fiery and invigorating. No wonder it was about the value of a star cruiser per barrel.When he saw that Bulma was still hesitant to empty her glass while the Phelese sipped his with relish, he took it away from her and drank it up. "That's it."
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Bulma looked at him angrily. She would have liked to try it, even if it smelled funny, it seemed to taste great. Weg was gone and she demonstratively turned her back on him when she asked about the glider.
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"It's ready in the hold, as promised."
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The Phelese accompanied her downstairs and indeed, on the launch pad was one of the two brisk space gliders that she had already noticed upon arrival. Vegeta walked around the vehicle, but he couldn't see anything suspicious. Bulma opened the cockpit and examined the instruments. Although the characters were alien to her, she had no difficulty in assigning the individual levers and buttons. The fuel gauge showed full, apparently the Phelese was a far better loser than they had thought.<br />
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"Everything's fine. We'll take him," she said after a close inspection.
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"I'm glad. We go back to the control center and open the loading ramp. Farewell and I'm really sorry, Vegeta. You don't know what you're missing." The Phelese stroked one of his slaves meaningfully on the cheek and walked with his Entourage of it.
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As soon as the hatch closed behind them, Bulma counted to ten, threw the communicator that he had given her back then and that she still carried with her into the glider cockpit and closed it. Then she pulled out the capsule for her spaceship and activated it.
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The hold hatch was still closed, but now there was a rumble, as if the air was being sucked out. Apparently a cost-saving measure so that not too much was lost when opening. Bulma and Vegeta quickly got into their spaceship.
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"Do we actually have spacesuits on board?" Asked Vegeta.He looked a bit exhausted now, apparently the fight had taken more of him than he wanted to admit.
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"But yes, right in the back of the closet."
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While Bulma was preparing to take off, Vegeta jumped down the spiral staircase and came back up shortly afterwards in a spacesuit.
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"I'm not sure if they'll open the hatch too. This phelesis can't be trusted. I'll go out and open it myself."
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Bulma wanted to contradict at first, but then she gave in because the spaceship had no weapons that could have done the job and she, like Vegeta, was dying to get out of here as quickly as possible. Secured with a line, Vegeta left the spaceship through a small special maintenance hatch. Outside there was almost no air left to breathe; if they had waited longer, they would certainly have choked. He put both hands on the still closed gate. One, two and go! A huge beam of energy hissed from his hands and ate a hole in the hatch.Another and another and finally the hatch gave way and broke away to the outside. He climbed back into the spaceship, but still left the spacesuit on.
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Bulma took off and the spaceship carefully slid out of the hold.
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"If he has big weapons on board, he'll send us to the afterlife in no time," said Vegeta. "If the hatch was on purpose, we must expect the worst, you should put on a spacesuit too, Bulma."
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"I don't think so," said Bulma, concentrating. By now they were back in space, putting more space between them and the slave ship with each passing second. It should be ready soon. Three, two, one ... now!
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They were now far enough away that Vegeta could see how all the lights on board the slave ship went out. After a few breaths, they flared up again, weaker than before.
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"That will prevent them from shooting at us," Bulma said happily.<br />
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"What did you do?", Vegeta wondered. He was a bit gray in the face, apparently the spacesuit didn't really feel comfortable. Could it be that the Saiyan, who used to fly long through space with a small capsule, suddenly became claustrophobic?
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"While you were fighting, I hacked not only into the life support system, but also into the control computer and into the defense system. All robots should now have their heads smoking and until they have found and eliminated my little virus, there is not a single weapon on board worth a shot of powder. Am I a genius or what? "
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"He still has his slaves to send behind us on the gliders and small boats," said Vegeta. "But not much longer. If you let me out again, I have to give Phelesen my last farewell present."
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"Please don't blow up the whole ship, that would kill the slaves too."She frowned." He also promised to let her go. I completely forgot to nail him to it. "
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"Don't worry," grinned Vegeta. “I'll remind him.” This time he got out through the upper lock. On the outer shell, secured by a rope, he stood with his magnetic shoes apart, put both hands on the ever-shrinking shadow of the Phelesian ship and gathered his strength. His aura shone golden and he sent a golden light over in a broad beam, he moved his arms, so that gradually the entire slave ship was flooded with it. He paused after about half a minute, panting and sweating. "That should be enough."
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"What was that supposed to mean?" Asked Bulma, astonished, when he was back with her in the spaceship and slowly peeled off his spacesuit to fall tired into one of the armchairs.
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"When I used the power of my aura in the fight ... at the end ...", Vegta explained exhausted, "I noticed that the stamp on Gyrrin's cheek had come off.It seems that this form of energy is the key to disabling the punches. It was only a brief moment, but his aura definitely changed after that. "
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“So the slaves now have their free will back and a real chance to free themselves, since he doesn't have any robots either.” Bulma liked the idea very much. "That was really really nice of you, Vegeta, thanks!"
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"Let's hope I'm not mistaken," Vegeta wiped her thanks aside with a tired wave of his hand. He straightened up and wiped his sweaty forehead. "I should take a shower and then lie down. I haven't eaten anything in ages."
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"I'll just go quickly on course and then make you a fine instant menu," promised Bulma.
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Vegeta pushed himself up from the chair and went down the spiral staircase. Bulma re-entered the coordinates of her actual destination and put it on autopilot. The small spaceship accelerated and the shadow of the Phelesian ship fell back and forth.This nightmare was over, but what else was waiting for her?
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It occurred to Bulma that she still had no clothes unless the washing