Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!
Note: No, Bulma can not wish back the peoples with the dragon balls…Because when Tarnak destroyed one of them with his immortal powers and the rest dissipated, or so I’m pretending. I mentioned this in chapter 6 briefly. So I know that is a stretch, but hey! How else am I going to get my plot out! I let ya’ know that in case some of my readers were going “What the monkey!” and not REVIEWING!
The Ankh: 30 years later:
“Hey! Jerry, the docking pad is full. Open Dock 6-B. The traders from Mesina are ready to land.”
“Yea, yea.”
Bulma now spoke through the Inter-Spacial Communication Line (ISCP) to the traders.
“This is Mars Colony speaking. What business do you bring?”
“We-sa bring goood biss-a-niss. Cloth-ess ands other good-iss. Will-sa you give we-sa Mesinas per-miss-ssion to lands?”
“Granted. Load in at Dock 6-B. You are under quarantine until out Heath Division give us the word that you are clean.”
“We-sa thank you.”
“Fine. Mars Colony out.”
“Ms. Briefs?”
“Yes Jerry?”
“Will you be dining with us in the mess hall? I hear we’re having an earth delicacy today: sloppy joes!”
“Maybe Jerry. First I’ve got to see to the Mesina traders.”
Bulma walked away. Jerry watched her go. He was the closest thing to a friend she had and already he was weathered and old. Jerry was 67, god only knew how old Bulma was.
‘So sad and depressed.’ He thought, ‘and she never takes off that damn ring!’
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“Our Health Division says you’re good to go. Now what have you got for trade.”
The Mesina trader pulled out a large array of goodies for Bulma to inspect. She watched his snake-like head bob back in approval every time he though she was interested in something. He spoke in hisses, his slithering tongued slaughtering the Mars Colony’s tongue.
“What a pretties you haves on, Misss Briefs.”
“What?”
“The ring. What woulds you sells it for-ss?”
“I’m sorry. I can not sell it.”
“Ah… It has ssentinmentals?”
“Something like that.”
The trader noticed his customer was loosing interest fast so he changed the subject.
“I hears the Empire is movings towards this Quadrant.”
“Really?” The Empire was growing very fast. No one even knows who controlls it. The head of the Empire is the “Emperor.” There are theories that it is and group of Ice-jins, or even maybe a Kisjun ruling it. Those were the two most powerful races in the universe.
“Yes, the Emperor is nows residings on Planet Munku. But he-ss renamed it. Nows Planet Munku is calleds Planet Kirrorra.”
“What?!”
“Yes-ess. Beautiful plant. Almost all blues-ess, it is. Yess-ess. Nows I’ve never-ss seen the Emperor myself-ess, but I hear his-ss very look can turns a trader to stone-ess!”
‘Vegeta? What have you done? Yes, the Mesina trader’s description of you is accurate. What have you done?’
“Trader?”
“Yes-ess, Misss Briefs?”
“Do you think it would be possible when you leave Mars Colony that you could take me to Planet Kirrorra?”
“No-ess. We-sa no fools. We-sa no tangle with the Emperor.”
‘Smart trader.’
“Do you know who could take me?”
“Try Blue Bottom-ss over there. His crews are fearless-ess.”
“Thank you trader!” she called as she walked over to the large blue trader across the docking hall.
“Trader?”
The large blue blimp of an alien turned toward her with a large grin on his face. “Yes? Ah, Ms.Briefs! How may I help you?”
“I was wondering if you were stopping at Planet Kirrorra anytime soon?”
“Yes, Ms. Briefs. That is our very next stop. What can I do for you, pretty lady?”
“I was hoping if you and your crew would be kind enough to take me there.”
“Yes, yes. We would be happy to! For a fee of course.”
“Always a trader. How does 50 johours sound?”
“Welcome aboard! We leave in 2 gigadays, please be punctual.”
“See you then trader.”
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Bulma sat on the ship looking out of the port window. In her hand she held a gun, you can never be too careful with traders. She would soon see Vegeta and hopefully end this madness.
Thank you for reading!!
-Ifonly
And Locks (part 3)