frustration and anger were collected, he threw his arms up and his tremendous energy shot up into the sky like a pillar of fire. Then he collapsed on his knees, panting. "I'm the prince of the Saiyan. That's all that matters," he whispered wearily. His hands, however, clawed into the soft soil on which he was kneeling.
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"Are you ready?", asked a tight voice behind him. Vegeta staggered to her feet again and turned around. Only one arm's length in front of him was a visibly angry Kakerott, whose eyes were stinged with unscrupulous tears.
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* So it's close to him *, thought Vegeta. Suddenly, without any warning, Kakerott drew back and slapped Vegeta in the face, which propelled him backwards over the edge of the cliff. Vegeta saw only stars and fell like a stone into the roaring surf. The cold water pounded over him. Deeper and deeper he sank down into the lightless depths ...
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Kakerott stood on the edge of the cliff and expected Vegeta to shoot out of the water with anger, after all, the slap in the face for someone who could take as much as Vegeta was by no means knock-out quality. Silently, Kakarott counted the seconds, and was already devising an evasive strategy to let the first attack fail.<br />
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By the time five minutes had passed without an energy beam parting the surf, Kakerott became restless. Should Vegeta have given up? Perhaps he was open unhappily and still unconscious.
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On the spur of the moment, Kakerott jumped down. But just as his outstretched hands touched the surface of the water, Vegeta broke through the waves from below. Immediately, Kakerott stopped his fall and faced the dripping Saiyan.
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"Are you so keen on being dismantled by me, Kakerott?" Foamed Vegeta and whirled around in a circle so that the drops shot in all directions.
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“Be careful!” Kakerott threw his arms over his face to protect his eyes from the salt water. But Vegeta had only waited for that, whirled towards him and gave him a huge kick in the stomach area.
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“Uhhh!” Groaned Kakerott, doubled over and almost fell into the water.With Vegeta on his heels, he fled upstairs. As soon as he had put enough distance between himself and the edge of the cliff, he spun around and blocked Vegeta's next blow.
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"That's enough, Vegeta!" He gasped. "I just wanted to tear you out of your self-pity tour, you stubborn head. You should take an example from Prof. Briefs!"
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"On the old rascal? Why?", Vegeta dropped his arms and looked at Kakerott with narrow eyes. Kakerott was up to something, he could smell it.
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"Because," Kakarott cautiously gave up his defensive stance, "because Bulma's father hasn't given up yet."
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Vegeta grabbed Kakerott by the neckline of his jumpsuit. "What do you mean? He told me himself that she was dead and that he couldn't build his own dragonball radar!"
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"You don't need to get so wild right away," Kakerott said, and freed himself from his grip. "In any case, it is certain that he is building his new spaceship like crazy and he certainly has no plans to take it for a walk to Saturn."<br />
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Vegeta's curiosity (he dared not call it "hope") was aroused. “I'll see that!” He roared away as fast as lightning.
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Kakerott wiped his forehead. "Hopefully I'm not mistaken," he muttered and followed Vegeta.
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He just landed in front of the Briefs house, stormed through the hallway into the workshop without knocking or taking off his shoes and threw the door wide open. Indeed, there was a new spaceship. The design differed significantly from the earlier models. Instead of a ball, there was an elongated, flattened drop, shimmering as if made of liquid silver. Mr. Briefs was standing in front of a terminal from which a few arm-thick cables led to a square opening in the belly of the spaceship. Only now did Vegeta see the gold lettering on the bow of the ship. "Bulma's Hope" was written there.
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"What ... what's going on here?" he asked hoarsely.
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Mr Briefs lifted his head and Vegeta was surprised to read less desperate sadness than frightening determination on his face. "What does it look like?" Asked Mr. Briefs calmly.
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"After a bailout for something," he had to force himself to say it out loud, "that is lost."
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"I know myself that I can no longer save my daughter," said the professor, his voice trembling slightly. "But I've worked my way through the matter so far that I'm sure I can fish the fragments of the dragon ball radar out of the rubble. Bulma would like her friends to be able to find the dragon balls in case something happens to someone while fighting the cyborgs. "
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"And you think you can ...?"
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Mr. Briefs straightened up. "After all, I founded the Capsule Corps. I only need a few fragments so I know where to start my research and by the time the cyborgs get here we have a new Dragon Ball radar."<br />
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Vegeta's gaze wandered to the sleek space cruiser. "A trip like this is far too dangerous for an old man like you."
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"Ummm ..", Bulma's father cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "You can fight great without a doubt, but when it comes to steering spaceships, I'm over you, period. Besides, you couldn't even change a screw if something breaks on the ship."
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Gritting his teeth, Vegeta took a step back. "Okay, but I'll come with you!"
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"My boy," Mr. Briefs stepped up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "you don't have to do that to yourself ... I'll bring you home too, whether I find the radar or not. I fully understand that you are not up to it ... "But with Vegeta he was at the wrong address.
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"Something like that doesn't knock me out," said Vegeta grimly, "I've seen completely different ways of death."<br />
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He looked searchingly in the eyes of Mr. Briefs and then nodded. "If that's the case, be out on the lawn at eight sharp tomorrow."
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With that, Mr Briefs shuffled back to his work. "Now don't bother me any longer, I still have a lot to do ..."
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Vegeta walked slowly out of the workshop. He could hardly believe that he had reported on such a trip again. What was it that got into him? He should train, train until he drops, because the cyborgs were more real than any vague hope of a rescue from the radar.
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"Where's Kakarott?" He asked Ms. Briefs, who was making loads of sandwiches in the kitchen.
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"Oh, you mean Gokou?", She asked and when he nodded, she explained kindly, "He flew home to be there for lunch before Chichi gets angry. He said he did his best and that I did To put together travel provisions for two. "<br />
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"His best ...", Vegeta repeated in a low voice and looked to the side. He found it very uncomfortable to owe his rival thanks again. "I didn't ask for help!" He said more to himself.
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"No, it was me," admitted Bulma's mother without a sign of remorse. "You looked really miserable, especially your eyes, so completely without fire ... I thought Gokou might give you some energy again. What do I make all the sandwiches for?"
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Vegeta swallowed a sharp reply, after all, she had meant it well and it had worked too. He took a deep breath and told Bulma's mother about the upcoming trip.
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"You bring Bulma home?", Her eyes immediately shone wet again, "I have a very nice place for her urn in mind ... when she is back home ... we will finally be able to mourn her properly, all of us . "
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After a brief thought, Vegeta decided not to say a word about the radar, because it is better not to stir up any hope than an unjustified one, which later has to be cruelly crushed.<br />
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When they had a radar again and all the balls were together, his wish would come true and all pain would come to an end. But he would not deviate from his decision, not even if she stood before him happy and healthy again. Love made people weak and stupid, and neither did a Saiyan prince.
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Punctually shortly after eight the next morning, "Bulma's Hope" took off from the manicured lawn and raced into the sky.
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Herr Briefs hadn't promised too much. Surely he steered the ship to the destroyed planet Namek.
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Somehow Mr. Briefs had expected from the beginning that Vegeta would accompany him, how else would you explain a separate training room with a gravitational converter, which Vegeta entered shortly after her departure and left a good five hours after completing his first training session.
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"You're just right," said Mr Briefs.<br />
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The sound of his voice made Vegeta sit up and take notice. "What's going on? Is there nothing left of the radar?
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Without a word, Mr. Briefs pointed to a small, round device that lay next to him on the console.
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"A finished radar? How is that possible when the explosion completely tore the ship apart.", Vegeta wondered and weighed the radar in his hand. Yes, that was the real one without a doubt.
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"My specially calibrated robot discovered it," said Mr Briefs, wiping his forehead. "Sit down Vegeta, I have three things to tell you."
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Vegeta put down the radar and sat in the copilot's seat. His eyes never let go of the old man's tense face. "Then go ahead," he said calmly and composed, his hands loosely on his knees.
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"First, parts of the undestroyed areas of the ship are missing," said Mr Briefs. "They weren't removed like my daughter did, but broken or cut out by force."<br />
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Vegeta frowned, but said nothing although one thought chased another in his head.
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"Secondly,