being I'm running on night operation, so to speak," Piccolo replied easily. "It's not until we're in here for a week or two that I'll start to get really hungry. We don't happen to have provisions with us, do we?" <br />
The others shook their heads. "But we won't need a week to reach the other side," said Yusuke confidently. <br />
"Not if we continue to stand around and chat." Hiei was already a few steps ahead of them and with a look at Vegeta he added: "But maybe someone would like to go limp because of his short legs." <br />
Vegeta flashed back angrily but said nothing. Too much preoccupied him was the thought of what nasty surprise the fog might hold in store for him. And not only he: Kurama and Piccolo also looked very thoughtful .... <br />
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..... <br />
<br />
The plain didn't seem to want to end. Although Goku flew as fast as his small reserves allowed, although he was sure that he was leaving many meters behind with every breath, the curtain evidently did not move a bit closer.<br />
A low moan showed him that his ballast was slowly coming to itself. <br />
"Among the living again?" Goku joked as Doguro's eyelids slowly lifted. <br />
"What ... where?" He mumbled, apparently still quite groggy. <br />
Goku decided he needed a break and landed carefully on the ash gray plain. Doguro managed to stand upright with difficulty. <br />
“We're both pretty exhausted, aren't we?” The Saiyan rubbed his forehead and stared at the shimmering curtain. At some point they would be sure to get there. <br />
His companion took a deep breath. "Why ...?" He asked, shaking his head. <br />
"Why what?" Goku asked back. "Why are we here now? Because we want to go there!" and he pointed to the curtain. “However, there seems to be something wrong with the distances here.” He looked at the other man. "Do you have any idea why we are not getting closer?" <br />
"I didn't mean that," Doguro wiped the blood from his face and looked directly at Goku."Why did you drag me along?" <br />
"Because that's my job. Remember we need you?" <br />
"Me? Nobody needs me. I'm a monster ..." <br />
Goku sighed. "Look here," he said and grabbed Doguro's shoulders. "I mentioned Vegeta to you, didn't I? He didn't deal with a few individuals, he blew up entire planets and their populations. Nevertheless, I would want him to be by my side immediately if he could. Because he has." Changed. There are people who mean a lot to him and whom he would protect at any cost. So he is there when you need him and that counts more than past sins. Would ... it would help if there was a chance , all those you killed that didn't deserve to be brought back to life? "<br />
Doguro's eyes widened. "You're not kidding," he said roughly. <br />
“I'm not joking.” Goku told him about the Dragonballls."We will have three wishes, one against this extinction and two more. We can use one of them for you. If it works with extinction, then with resuscitation too." <br />
For a moment something like hope shimmered in the painful eyes, but then they looked to the side. “That doesn't reduce my guilt for killing her.” His hand clenched into a fist. "Save yourself Goku and leave me behind. I'm not like this Vegeta." <br />
“So?” Goku sat cross-legged and crossed his arms. "Then tell me how you are. Or how you were when you were still alive. And I'll tell you about Vegeta ..." <br />
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With a disgusted sound, Marami hurled the body of a beefy demon against the wall. That was the third one who had approached her in the hope of becoming her partner. It was his bad luck that Marami was in a terribly bad mood despite her victory in the tournament.The only one whose opinion mattered to her had disregarded her victory. She looked down at the pool of purple blood that pooled under the unfortunate suitor's body. Why? Why did she put on such rivets and not usable types? Firozz was the only one whose powers worried her, but his sense of femininity was that of a mummified prune. He was only interested in power and Getseco's demise ... <br />
She shouldn't complain, after all, she had joined Firozz because his lust for power matched hers, but since she had accidentally glanced at Geteco's face behind the veil, her thoughts only revolved around his perfect features. For Firozz it would only ever be a tool. With a few steps she stood in front of the entrance to the hall of mirrors and pushed the door open. As expected, the room was empty. The flawless mirrors flash in the cold light of the blue spheres, which were held in a coarse-meshed net on the ceiling.<br />
As soon as Getseco entered this room to activate the mirrors, one of them, she knew exactly which one, would snap the trap that Firozz had set in place. It would be slow, but the end was inevitable. Of course only as long as Getseco was not warned. <br />
With a deep breath, Marami left the room again. She was still wavering in her decision to betray Firozz. On the other hand, this would of course be the ideal opportunity to show Getseco who was the most valuable and most loyal and whom he should never leave by his side again. <br />
At the moment Firozz was busy tapping the bushes for powerful demons that he wanted to present to Getseco as replacements for those killed in the tournament. He wasn't going to get in her way. Seldot and Jiroh, Firozz's henchmen were still sulking because they weren't allowed to take part in the tournament. Firozz had sent them to recruit fighters from outside the already assembled army.The other three demon rulers had sealed off their territories in the hope of being able to keep the extinction so away, but there were enough free demons who had sworn allegiance to none of them and were now wandering around outside. Getseco knew very well that none of the other three would interfere in his attack on the afterlife. Not because they feared him (rightly in Marami's view), but because they wanted to leave it to Enma to put him in his place. Despite the nowhere, they still believed that Koenma's little company could take on Getseco and his followers. <br />
Marami turned into the passage to the throne room. She was only right that Firozz had told her to keep Getseco busy so that he could give him some time to finish his job. <br />
To her astonishment, however, the throne room was empty. She asked one of the dull guardian demons about Getseco's whereabouts, but he couldn't help her either. <br />For a while she searched the fortress for him, in vain. She was getting angry and running out of time. <br />
So she decided to use a method that she actually loathed, as it made her completely defenseless for a period of time. <br />
The best place for this was her own quarters and she locked the door three times before starting the ritual. Lying on her bed, she went into a trance and released her consciousness from her body. Immediately it became one with the shadow under her bed. This shadow wandering ability had brought her some useful information in the past. Free wandering of consciousness had more possibilities, but by jumping from shadow to shadow it could escape even the finest senses of other demons. At first this kind of search was unsuccessful either, but then the thought of visiting La'ir's quarters occurred to her. She had always hated this human worm, and not even its remarkable ability to absorb extinction raised its value in her eyes.She could understand that Getseco let him live out of caution and that he liked to torment him was well known. However, what was revealed to her when she fused her consciousness with the shadow of La'ir's crudely timbered wardrobe would have made her turn red and pale in real form. Pale with shock and red with anger, of course. <br />
La'ir lay defenseless and pumped out next to Getseco with closed eyes. According to the smell that hung like heavy perfume in the air, the demon lord had let off steam more than once. What gave Marami's carefully cherished dream the fatal blow was not so much the fact that Getseco had shared the bed with this person as the expression on the beautiful, otherwise cold face. There was no smile in his eyes or around his mouth, but there was a slight hint of satisfaction. He had taken from La'ir what she, Marami, had wanted to give him. Warmth, passion and pleasure.<br />
La'ir made a weak, defensive gesture, as if to suggest that he couldn't go on, but Getseco's hunger was still not satisfied. “Don't resist,” Marami could hear the prince mutter, “I haven't had enough of you yet. Be grateful to fate for it.” <br />
La'ir opened his eyes and instead of the dull despair that Marami expected to see, there was a strange astonishment in it, as if he himself could not understand what had happened to him. <br />
His weak, human fingers clung to the sweat-damp sheet as Gesteco ran his lips over the white skin of his shoulders and made small, red marks on them with his teeth. "You are at my mercy, no matter how hard you fight", Getseco purred and Marami could literally feel how much he liked this thought. "You are like a helpless little bird in the claws of a dragon. You think you have to fight against it devouring you, the dragon only wants one thing ..." His hand slid forward, stroking La'irs smooth chest that was already rising and falling violently, down to where the second crumpled sheet lay over her hips.La'ir bit her lip and still couldn't suppress a sigh that Getseco drank from my lips in a greedy kiss. How much he enjoyed it, that feeling of power, a power that had nothing to do with his superior strength. <br />
Oh yes, he'd had lovers, so many in number that he couldn't remember their faces or their voices. But all of them, demons of pure blood, had given nothing without expecting a reward, a thank you, a promotion ... No one had left his bed alive, because Getseco did not allow himself to be taken advantage