back to keep her from suffocating.
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"Uachh!", The small, old woman managed with difficulty and took a long sip of tea. "Say that again, Bulma!"
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"I ... lend ... my ... radar ... not!" Repeated Bulma relentlessly.
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Kuwabara slumped, bent over. "Can't I somehow change your mind, Briefs-san?"
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Bulma shook his head and his shoulders sank even lower. "Then my world will ... a nightmare of the living dead ..."
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"Bulma, think about it. It's about a lot of human lives. I never would have thought that you would be so cold-hearted and selfish!" Yamcha burst out.
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Splash! he had the tea from Bulma's mug on his face. Tears sparkled in Bulma's eyes. "You mean guy, I never said that I didn't want to help or that I don't care about the many people from the other world!"<br />
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A spark of hope glowed in Kuwabara's eyes. "Then you lend it to me?"
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"No."
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"But", Yamcha interfered again and wiped the tea from his face with a handkerchief, "you just said ..." He looked over at Uranai Baba, who was taking the last sip of tea with relish. "Say something too!"
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"You two are really difficult to understand, are you?", Uranai Baba did not let himself be disturbed. "I have to admit, at first I was a bit surprised, but now I've got it."
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"And what?" Asked Yamcha. "Let us in on your clairvoyance."
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"You don't need clairvoyance for that, Yamcha," said Uranai Baba. "Bulma wants to look for the Dragon Balls herself. It's that simple."
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Yamcha and Kuwabara turned to Bulma. "Is ... is that true, Briefs-san?", Kuwabara asked carefully.
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"That's right," said Bulma, pouring fresh tea. "Sitting at home and just waiting, that makes me tingle.I want to do something that distracts me and if it also helps Vegeta and Gokou, nothing can stop me. "
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"So that it goes faster, we should drum up the others as well," suggested Yamcha. "Uranai Baba, can you let Kuririn and Gohan know?"
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"Not Gohan," waved Bulma, "otherwise Trunks will get something and then he'll want to come too. He's still far too small for such a dangerous search."
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"Hmm ... then we can probably forget about Kuririn too. In his brain there is currently only room for 18 and Marron, his daughter." Yamcha scratched his head and went through the list of his friends with the help of his fingers. "Tenshinhan has said goodbye to us once and for all, as has Chaozu. The two of them are certainly not ready to help us. That leaves the Lord of the Turtles and Yajirobi ..."
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"Never!", Bulma also vetoed this. "I never willingly take this old pig with me and the other one is far too lazy to move his four letters away from the quince tower as long as there is a supply of beans there.It's enough for me if I can count on both of you. You won't let me down, Yamcha, do you? "
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Yamcha sighed. "I'll come up with a good excuse for Suza, my new friend. She would neither believe nor understand the truth. Of course I'll come with you."
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"Then everything is clear so far," said Uranai Baba satisfied, put down her tea mug and hopped on her ball. "Thanks for the tea and the snacks, Bulma. I will let our Enma know that the Dragonball campaign is underway." With these words, she disappeared.
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Meanwhile Firozz walked silently through the winding corridors of the blood fortress. Out of the corner of his eye he saw La'ir a good half a dozen paces behind him. The young man in the white robe staggered with every second step and had to lean against the wall several times. The sweat stood in thick drops on the chalk-white face.
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"You probably didn't like the prince's delicacies, were you?", Firozz laughed, grumbling." A person has to be either very depraved, very stupid or very desperate to get involved with us. Which of them are you? "
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"Probably a mixture of everything, Master Firozz," said La'ir in a weak voice.
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"Good answer," Firozz nodded satisfied. "But don't expect Getseco to hold back. Once he has the taste of young human flesh on his tongue, he won't stop at you either."
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"That will be seen", La'ir only remarked and staggered on to the door that led into his personal room. With his hand pressed to his stomach, he stumbled to his bed and fell on the grubby sheet. It wasn't the first time and he didn't dare swallow a medicine, although he had already silently hoarded and tried a few potions. Getseco would smell the residue of the potion on his sweat and twist a rope for him. La'ir doubled over, not wishing for an end for the first time.Wave after wave of nausea and pain raced through his body before he fell asleep drenched in sweat. He had survived again. But what for?
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Firozz turned into a small side hall where three figures were waiting for him.
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"How did he take it?" Asked the tallest of the three, a real giant with a screaming yellow fur and tiny eyes in the dull frying pan face.
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"Exactly as expected, Seldot," laughed Firozz. "How wide are the mirrors, Marami?"
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The slim, feminine demoness made a thrifty gesture of victory. "Everything ready as promised, Master Frirozz. The special glass has been added as the third layer. Even Getseco won't notice anything before it's too late."
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"I really hope so. We all know what he will do to you and me if he notices our double game."
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"Maybe he would find it amusing," came from below, where the small demon, only about the size of a waist, was cleaning his fingernails with the tip of one of the many daggers that he wore in the most unlikely places on his body.<br />
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"Ah, Jiroh. Am I wrong, or have there been three more since my last count?"
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"You have a good eye, as always Master Firozz", grinned the bald demon and put the dagger open to his belt. "Will we have a chance to amuse ourselves with the suicides Enma is planning to send us?"
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"Yes, that would interest me too," said Marami in the same notch and swung her head to one side so that her many blood-red braids flew onto her back. She licked her full lips and her golden brown eyes sparkled. "There are some delicious bites, I hope?"
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"Looks like it," said Firozz, and put his claw-like hands into the wide sleeves of his robe. "At least from a distance they look young and muscular. So little fat and a lot of the finest tender meat. We just have to make sure that they are really scared of their end.Stress makes even the toughest chunks crumbly and then they will surely melt in our mouths.
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"Somehow I'm bored," Gokou complained in Enma's palace and leaned back in the visitor's armchair. "At least the others have fun training and are getting stronger. Don't you have anything for me to do, Koenma?"
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Enma's son looked up from the mountain on papers that he had just given his personal seal. "Hmmm ..." he scratched his forehead. "I don't think you would like to help me go through all of the complaint letters, do you?"
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Gokou's horrified face spoke volumes.
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"I thought so," Koenma sighed. "Would have been too nice. I would have liked to have done one thing, but .." He folded his hands, turned into a teenager and looked at Gokou seriously. "... however, this is an assignment that I myself am not allowed to appear and that you would have to carry out without any support from me."<br />
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"Sounds interesting. What is it about?"
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Koenma eyed him briefly, then he pressed a key and the face of a very, very muscular man with straight hair and cool sunglasses appeared on one of the screens. "It's about him here."
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"He looks strong."
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"He is. Before Yusuke conquered and killed him, nobody could hold a candle to him. With him by your side, your chances would be far greater."
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"He's dead like me, isn't he? What's the problem? I mean, you just have to call him and ..."
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"Unfortunately it's not that simple," Koenma replied with a sigh. "He committed a lot of crimes before his death. He is now atone for it in hell and they will not give him back there voluntarily ..."
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End of the 4th part
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