Chapter 19

Oolong thought he knew fear. He thought he had experienced it all. The three he was kidnapped by where pretty scary. Especially Sarada. She scared him to no end. Just one look was enough for him to feel his bladder giving up. One look is enough to send a chill down his spine. One look is enough to make all the blood drain from his face and sweat pool under him. He thought that was the worst fear. It had been the worst he had felt.

Until now.

He should've just went to bed. That's what he planned on doing until Kakarot told him about the dragon balls and it what they did. Fascinating. Did seven glass balls really have the power to summon a wish granting dragon? He was skeptical. Such a thing could not exist, but what if it was real? He could wish for a harem. An obedient harem. A harem that respected and cared for him like a woman should. The thought of his paradise made him drool. At some point too much blood rushed to his face and he suffered a nose bleed. He would be in heaven if he got his wish. But he knew for a fact that he would not get his wish if he stuck to the three crazy people he was with. He needed to steal the balls for himself. He would take the five they already have and hunt down the other two using that tracking device they had. He just needed to get them asleep. Being the con artist he was he came up with a fool proof plan. He just so happened to have some sleeping powder strong enough to easily knock out an elephant. As strong as those three were there was no way they could resist the drug..

He thought wrong. The second he presented the orange juice to the group he was dead. Sarada shot him a look. It wasn't her normal calm yet sadistic look. No. The look in her eyes was a lot more intense. So much so that Oolong froze on the spot and felt his blood run cold. She didn't need to say anything for him to know that the game was over.

And then she smiled. A sickly sweet smile. She smiled and slid her offered glass to him. He looked at it. He gulped and looked back at her. She raised an eyebrow. She dared him to drink it. He looked to Kakarot only to find the boy shaking his head in disappointment. He looked to Bulma to find her angrily glaring at him.

He was dead.

"I'm not very thirsty " he forced out of his dry throat.

"Don't be silly. Of course you are. Drink up. Orange juice is good for the body as you said yourself " Sarada insisted and pushed the cup a bit further towards him.

"You can have mine too" Kakarot pushed his away as well.

"I'm not a fan of orange juice" Bulma pushed hers as well.

Now all eyes were on him. He gulped again. He could feel the sweat running down his face.

He was going to die.

"I can't"

"Why not? It's just a little bit of orange juice. Drink up"

"I can't"

The smile on Sarada's face turned into a smirk as she leaned back in her seat. She closed her eyes for a second, as I she was thinking over something. Something important. Oolong was praying to god that it had nothing to do with him. But he knew better.

"How should you be punished? " she asked as her eyes opened again. "Trying to knock us out to most likely steal the dragon balls and any capsules we had" she started to tap her fingers on the table as she eyed the pig like an object. "What do you suggest Bulma? "

It was Bulma's time to smile as she placed some sweets on the table. Sarada chuckled and Kakarot paled. He knew those sweets. He had accidentally eaten some and suffered the consequences. He could still remember the day. He shivered. The poor pig. He didn't know if he should feel sorry for him or not. He decided not to. He doubt the pig would feel any remorse if his plan had succeeded.

"Eat up pal" Sarada may sound very cheerful but those eyes told a very different story. Oolong was scared out of his boots. Normal Sarada was frightening enough. But this Sarada was a different story. He wasn't sure if she was annoyed or angry. Either way it was not looking good for him. "Eat"

Oolong gulped. His throat could not stay moist. He took the sweet and shakingly unwrapped it. Hesitantly he popped it into his mouth. The candy was sweet. It tasted very normal but he knew better.

"Chew and swallow" Sarada said as she rested her chin in her palms. "Now"

He did as instructed in fear of something worse. He chewed the sweet candy and somberly swallowed.

"Good" Sarada beamed and patted him on the head. "Kakarot, would you do the honors? "

Kakarot nodded with a sigh. "PiriPiri"

Odd yet simple words. Oolong was confused. He was expecting something bad. Really bad. Painfully so. And all he got was some odd words?

Maybe they didn't plan on punishing him at all.

And then it hit him. An overwhelming pain in the stomach and the impossible urge to empty out his bowels. He groaned and hunched over in pain as the pain increased. He widened his eyes. He couldn't hold it. He suddenly shut up and ran towards the bathroom as fast as he could.

"PiriPiri, little pig" Bulma laughed

"That's what he gets" Kakarot nodded to himself. "I didn't think he'd have the guts to pull off something like that"

Sarada shrugged. "Expect anything from the pig" she got out of her seat and headed to the nearest window. She stared out it for some time. She knew Yamcha was hiding beneath it. He wasn't giving up. And he probably heard about the dragon ball. He would wait until they were all in bed to strike. She turned towards the others. They smiled and pointed out the van. She smiled in return. They were aware of Yamcha's presence as well. They probably have been since the moment he arrived. Again, Sarada was overcome with pride. Those two have become very strong. Especially Bulma.

"Soooo... " Kakarot drawled as he glanced at Bulma. "I'll go"

"No you will not. I will"

"If you go he'll run away, what's the point of that? "

"He can't run if I catch him"

"He'll be too afraid to fight so it is still pointless"

And just like that the two started to bicker as they usually do. Sarada only sighed and snapped her fingers to get their attention.

"Kakarot goes. It's his turn"

"Ha! "Kakarot victoriously stood in his seat. He had his hands on his hips and a massive smile on his face.

"I didn't get to fight last time" Bulma protested.

"You'll get your chance. Against a stronger foe hopefully " Sarada said calmly as she leaned against the near wall. "Kakarot, go" she pointed at the door and the boy quickly did as told. "You're free to take your time. Have your fun"

"Oh I will. I definitely will"

The door closed behind the excited saiyan. Sarada then turned her gaze to the window again. Yamcha jumped when Kakarot made himself known. He got over his shock and was quick to draw his sword against the younger. Kakarot only took on his fighting position. He would not need the power pole to handle the bandit. Sarada wondered how long he'll make the Fight last. It could be as quick as ten seconds. As long as an hour. Kakarot loves to play. Yamcha would make an interesting play mate for him.

"He looks happy " Sarada quipt as she left the window. She plopped herself back next to Bulma and reached for her gaming console. She really had nothing to do and was not very sleepy. A couple hours of video games should keep her distracted. It also gave her some room to think things over. Yamcha was one of the topics. The Ox King and Chichi another topic. And then there was pilaf and his little gang. She thought far after that. She thought to the tournament and the red ribbon army. So much to think about. She almost forgot Krillin. And then there was her father. How could she bring him back? That required two wishes. One to restore his body the other to return his soul to it. And a it is the dragon balls could only grant her one wish. Maybe she could ask the dragon to restore his body a teleport it to earth. Maybe the dragon will take it as one wish. Is it one wish? She didn't dwell on it too much. But if his body is brought to earth she would only have to wait a year to revive him.

She'll sleep on it.

She wasn't too worried about Pilaf. She didn't care about Yamcha. She doesn't want him on their trip, but would most likely do nothing about it. Like it or not he was part of the main cast and would most likely find his way back to them. The Ox King and Chichi were an interesting thought. She wondered how things would turn out with them. Gohan was now alive so the Ox can visit him. And then there is the relationship between Chichi and Kakarot. It will go a lot differently. This time Kakarot is not a dense idiot and he knows what a bride is. Sarada just had to sit back and watch.

The tournament.

Should she or should she not take part in it? Maybe not. Bulma and Kakarot can have a go. Kakarot might actually win this time. Bulma will definitely make it to the finals. In all honesty she was sure Bulma would be the last one to go against Kakarot. That was a certain fact.

A sigh left her lips as she thought of the red ribbon army. Another sighed. Red Ribbon meant androids. Which meant a deadly future. Which meant Trunks. Which meant androids 16,17 and 18. And lastly Cell. Another sigh. Cell. She really didn't know what to do about the red ribbon army. She could hunt down Doc Gero and make sure he never creates them. But if she did that she loses powerful allies in the form of 16,17 and 18. So there's no getting rid of Gero. Maybe she could recruit him to the light. He would be a useful ally. Bad guy or not he's got a brain. The possibility of Cell becoming an ally was very appealing.

She'll cross the red ribbon bridge when she gets there. She had some time.

For the moment she just had to worry about what she would be cooking up for her younger brother in the morning. She wondered what Bulma would want in the morning. She doesn't eat like her brother after all. Even a while back Sarada had to make her something else to drink seeing as she wasn't a fan of orange juice.

The sound of the toilet flushing and a door opening pulled Sarada out of her thoughts. Oolong appeared. He was clutching his stomach as he slowly walked into the kitchen and reached for a bottle of water.

"PiriPiri" Bulma can be as sadistic as Sarada at times. She smiled when Oolong urgently ran back into the bathroom. Bulma laughed to herself at the sight.

"Your sadistic side is showing" Sarada joked.

"You're rubbing off on me" Bulma jested back.

"Am I? Well maybe I should control my sadism"

"I doubt you can or want to"

"True" Sarada put her game away and leaned back into her seat. "When we find the dragon balls and the dragon is revealed to be real, what would you wish for? "

Bulma seemed in thought. What would she wish for indeed. She didn't think about it much. She wasn't in need of anything. She had everything already.

"You say Saiyans age differently? "

Sarada raised a curious eyebrow even as she nodded.

"And it's because you're warriors? "

Another nod.

"You're also stronger over all"

"Yes"

Bulma hummed. "Maybe I could wish to age like a saiyan. Or maybe to have your anatomy "