Saiyan Legacy: A New Dawn

Chapter 12: Trapped in Pilaf's Castle

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The dark, metallic walls of Emperor Pilaf's castle loomed high above, sealing you, Goku, Bulma, Yamcha, Puar, and Oolong in a cold, confining room. The group had been captured, and the situation was looking grim. You could hear the hum of machinery surrounding you, indicating that every corner of this fortress was under the control of the cunning Emperor Pilaf. The Dragon Balls—six of them, to be exact—were in his possession. The only thing standing between him and his wish was the four-star Dragon Ball Goku kept hidden.

Tension filled the air as you exchanged glances with the others. Goku, usually so full of energy, stood with his arms crossed, his face serious as he stared at the walls. Bulma was muttering under her breath about how unfair this all was, pacing nervously. Yamcha looked frustrated, hands clenched into fists, and Oolong was visibly shaking. Puar hovered beside Yamcha, worried but trying to remain composed.

"We need to get out of here," you said quietly, the urgency of the situation weighing down on you.

Goku turned toward the wall, determination flashing in his eyes. "We'll get out of here. I'll just punch through the wall!"

He dashed toward the nearest wall and slammed his fist into it. The sound of metal clanging against metal echoed through the chamber, but the wall didn't even dent. Yamcha, encouraged by Goku's efforts, ran over to help him. The two began to pound away at the thick walls, each hit reverberating through the small room. It wasn't long, however, before they realized it was futile.

"This is pointless!" Yamcha panted, stepping back, wiping the sweat from his brow. "These walls are reinforced with something strong. We're not getting through by brute force."

As Goku and Yamcha paused to catch their breath, Bulma stood at the center of the room, staring up at the ceiling. "We're not just trapped here—we're being watched," she said, her voice sharp with annoyance. Her blue eyes narrowed as she scanned the corners of the room, looking for any sign of surveillance. Sure enough, a small mechanical eye was blinking in one corner.

"Looks like our little friends have noticed," a high-pitched voice suddenly crackled over a speaker hidden in the room. The sound was unmistakably Emperor Pilaf. "Welcome to my castle, Dragon Team. Or should I say... prisoners?"

Bulma crossed her arms and shot a defiant glare at the hidden camera. "Pilaf, you slimy little creep! You think you've won just because you have some silly gadgets and a few Dragon Balls? You don't scare us!"

There was a pause, and then Pilaf's laughter echoed through the room. "Oh, I don't scare you, huh? Well, we'll see about that. I think it's time for you to receive... 'the treatment.'"

Bulma scoffed, rolling her eyes. "The treatment? That's the best you've got? What are you going to do, blow a raspberry at me?"

At that, one of the walls slid open, and a mechanical claw reached into the room, grabbing Bulma by the waist. She gasped in surprise as it lifted her off the ground. "H-Hey! Put me down, you pervert!"

The claw carried her toward the ceiling, where Pilaf's maniacal face appeared on a large screen. "You should have kept your mouth shut. Now, I'm going to show you just how scary I can be!" He dramatically puckered his lips and blew Bulma a kiss through the screen, which made her wince in disgust.

"Ew! Gross! This is your idea of scary?" Bulma snapped. "Seriously, Pilaf, you need to work on your intimidation tactics."

With a huff of frustration, Pilaf ordered the claw to toss Bulma back into the room. She landed with a thud, grumbling under her breath as she rubbed her sore shoulder. "Jerk..."