Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Chosen One ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

Gohan sat on his bed, examining the Testament Sword. "Special powers . . . if it has special powers, why hasn't it shown them yet?" he said to himself. "Maybe if I unsheathed the sword, I'd find out." He was about to pull the sword out of its scabbard, but something halted him.Looking at the scabbard, he saw an inscription on it. He pulled out his translator when Piccolo walked in.

"Gohan, take the sword to the sparring room with you," Piccolo said. "Let's see just what is so special about this sword."

"Just give me a second," Gohan replied, "so I can see what this inscription says." He activated the translator and checked the results. "Do not use this sword unless it is necessary," he read. "Use this sword only if the battle's victory depends on it. Sorry, Piccolo."

"Well, I'd like to at least see what it looks like," Piccolo stated. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled. Instantly, electric bolts surged out of the hilt and blew Piccolo back into the wall.

"HEY!!" came Bulma's voice. "NO SPARRING IN THE BEDROOMS!!"

"We're not sparring!" Gohan shouted back.

Bulma marched into the room. "Then why is Piccolo crumpled against the wall, huh?"

"Piccolo tried to grab the Testament Sword, but was blown back," Gohan responded.

"Likely story!" Bulma shot back. She made a grab for the sword, but Gohan pulled it away. "GIVE ME THAT SWORD!" she shrieked. She grabbed the scabbard and put a hand on the hilt, and was blown back like Piccolo.

Suddenly, alarms began to sound throughout the ship. Bulma climbed to her feet and ran to the bridge, followed by Gohan and Piccolo. The androids and Krillin followed. Bulma slipped into the pilot's seat and checked the radar display. "Oh no!" she screamed. "We are under attack!"

"I hope you are not saying that this ship has no weapons," Android 17 said.

"Be quiet!" Bulma snapped. "Of course it has weapons! The problem is that there are so many of them!"

"Well, we did not have much of a problem with that squadron of drones on the way to Namek, remember?" Krillin reminded Bulma.

"That was different!" Bulma said, panicked. "Those were computer-guided! These are piloted by life forms!"

"Wait," Piccolo said suddenly, "I have an idea. Bulma, do you have any spacesuits?"

"What do you think?" Bulma snapped. "Of course I do! Why?"

"Do you have enough for all of us?" Piccolo asked.

"Yeah, but why?"

"Geez, woman, use your head," Vegeta remarked, entering the room. "We can all go EV and blast those fighters to space dust!"

Gohan pulled off his helmet as he returned from the airlock. "How is the ship?" he asked Bulma.

"One of the engines is badly damaged," Bulma moaned. "It needs to be fixed or we cannot pass light speed."

"Is there somewhere it could get repaired?" Krillin asked.

"I do not know," Bulma said sadly. Then, she perked up. She called up a star chart and had Vegeta come up to read it.

"There is a space station 130 million miles from our location," Vegeta determined. "If this bucket of bolts can make it there in one piece, it can get fixed."

"Great!" Bulma exclaimed. "We can get there in two hours!"