Chapter: Piccolo and Vegeta - a murderous couple 6

"Can't you eat normally? The snake is disgusting!" Piccolo growled over dinner. "If you don't like it, you can look elsewhere", Vegeta smacked between two legs of lamb. The Namek rolled his eyes and asked Popo to bring him another glass of water. "Although that doesn't calm my nerves either ... I think because of that I will resort to alcohol again and become a drinker ..." he thought.
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"How long did you want to stay?" "I've told you that 8 times now. You won't get rid of me anytime soon, unless you get that stupid cow to fix the GR." The serene tone of the Saiyan bothered him tremendously.
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"Why?" He asked suddenly. "Why what?" "You know what I mean ..." Vegeta lowered the fork that he had just brought to his mouth. Piccolo waited eagerly for an answer. "I think you don't care," he replied. "I just said that I would never get involved ... But why?I would really like to know. "Vegeta knew that Piccolo didn't believe him - and that this question should serve as evidence of his doubts.
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Why?
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He had asked himself this question often enough. And found no answer. "I don't want that either and I actually want to forget the whole thing," he replied instead.
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"As I thought ..." The devil stood up.
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"Huh?"
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"You don't even know what love is Vegeta, so don't even try."
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He left him alone.
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The prince stared at his plate, he suddenly felt no more hunger at all.
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"And what ... if he's right ... if I'm really unable to love properly ... I'm a Saiyan, after all ... we should have no mercy on foreign peoples and mercilessly exterminate them. This guy completely twisted my thoughts ... does he always have to think so rationally? At least I let myself be carried away by my fighting spirit .... and he ... pah .... I think I'm really going crazy .... "<br />
Finally he decided to go outside and get some fresh air. He needed reassurance. When he looked up he saw Piccolo sitting on the dome meditating in the moonlight. For a long time Vegeta just watched him, fascinated by the figure. Then he jumped up and landed on the roof of the entrance not far below. Piccolo let him have his way, there was no point in trying to drive him away, since he cannot be driven away. Vegeta leaned against the wall of the dome and surveyed the platform.
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"I can try something nice to drink here. It's better than just water," he said after a while. The Namek just grumbled. "Stop grumbling and drink." Vegeta tossed the bottle up for him - without turning around. Piccolo caught it, loosened the cork, and sniffed it lightly. “I said drink.” Another disgusting tone. In spite of everything, he let himself be carried away and sipped at it. It tasted slightly sweet, otherwise he couldn't classify it because he had never drunk alcohol."Not bad," he commented, sliding the bottle back down to Vegeta. "That's what I said."
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For a long time they just sat there, said nothing, took turns taking turns sipping from the bottle and listening to the noises of the night.
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Piccolo had to admit that it was a calming atmosphere. The prince was very calm, only sighed now and then. He has not meditated since he was there. The starry sky shone a strange light today, enveloping it with security.
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"Shit, the bottle is empty. Should I get a new one, I still have a few," said Vegeta and turned around. "Why not?" He replied with a smile. “Okay, it's your responsibility.” Vegeta couldn't help smiling back. Thank goodness Piccolo had closed his eyes so he couldn't see.
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After only a few minutes he came back, sat down in his old position and let his comrade take the first sip again. This time the smell and taste were a little different, as was the color.The first bottle had a red content, this one had a blue one. But the green-skinned one also liked it.
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The prince couldn't believe dinner had been so depressing. HE felt good. As well as it has been for a long time. He knew such evenings - only Bulma had always talked a lot from the start. Simply not saying anything - that was missing in the Briefs house. Just feel the presence of your partner. He had nothing against a conversation, only in his opinion it shouldn't be conducted in such a shrill voice and in moderation. However, he was afraid that this beautiful atmosphere could disappear if he spoke to him now. Vegeta made a short sound. Otherwise he never started talking. To his relief, Piccolo relieved him of this burden.
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"What about your family? Has something happened or why ..." "We just fought ... Bulma and I. Bra is with me most of the time and Trunks with her.She doesn't like that. To be honest with me not too special either, but I can live with it. "
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There was again silence. The bottle was passed up and down, half emptied.
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"Your son has always meant a lot to you, or am I wrong? I still remember the fight against the demon Boo." He has changed a lot since he was together a lot with Bulma. He's supposed to take over the management of the CC one day, she said. He didn't seem to like the idea that much either, but he does it and often helps her.
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The silence came back. When Vegeta got the bottle back, he thought that he had never talked to anyone like that. So relaxed and then about his family. Apparently, Piccolo held back with all too annoying questions.
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"May I ask you a question?"
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"For sure..."
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"Do you know what love is ...?"
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The question surprised Piccolo very much. In addition, Vegeta remained completely calm, was a little hesitant.<br />
"Hm ..." The Namek tried to find the right answer. Did Vegeta want a little lesson? He looked at the bottle in his hands.
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"I mean ... have you ever loved ...?"
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Piccolo liked this hesitant tone more than this harsh tone that demanded everything.
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"The bottle is empty..."
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"Should I get another one?"
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"You're welcome...."
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Vegeta jumped up and quickly looked for a new one.
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Meanwhile Piccolo placed the empty one next to the other. He was a little insecure. He had reproached Vegeta that could have been reproached. His gaze went to the moon, as if he had expected an answer from him.
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The prince came back, this time with a purple drink.
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His gesture was the same as the previous one, he let Piccolo start again. His back and head leaned back against the dome and looked far into the night.
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"And earlier I thought that I would become a drinker because of you."<br />
"You were right," laughed Vegeta.
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The laugh sounded honest, not his usual malicious, thoughtful laugh.
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For a while there was silence again. Strangely enough, the Saiyan proved to be quite patient, neither asking for an answer nor saying anything else.
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Piccolo sighed.
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"I can't give you an answer."
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"I knew he was," replied the prince calmly.
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"How?"
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"I knew you were saying that before I even asked you, Piccolo ..."
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"Hm...."
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"The two of us are really similar ... I never noticed that before." Suddenly he stood up and turned to face him.
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"You can finish the bottle. Good night."
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He jumped down and disappeared into the palace.
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The one left behind thought for a long time in silence about his words while he slowly stole the contents of the bottle.
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