Hi first! Sorry that this part is so incredibly short again, but to be honest I was a little disappointed that you didn't write me any comments on the second part. Even if it were negative. Then at least I would have known what you think about the FF. Your opinion is important to me so if I should continue writing write to me.






Meanwhile Piccolo had found a huge desert. He looked around but he could neither see nor feel any aura. "Well then, this is the ideal place to meditate." He crouched in the tailor's seat and fell into an absolute freeze. It was late in the evening when Piccolo finished his exercise. "The sun is already going down. I should make my way back to the palace." He took off and arrived at the palace half an hour later. Since he was quite tired, he decided to go to bed right away. He passed Arkanis on the way to his room. Suddenly he stopped.“Is she asleep?” The Namekjan asked himself inwardly. He thought for a moment, then went to the door. Something told him that he couldn't open the door, but he couldn't resist either. "Oh what! It can't hurt if I take a look." He whispered softly. Slowly he pushed the doorknob down and opened the door a little. The dim light in the hallway fell right on Arkani's bed, revealing a fraction of her face. She slept soundly and soundly. “What am I doing here?” Startled by his own thoughts, he closed the door again and went into his room, confused. Only when he closed this door could he calm down again.




To be continued (but only if you want)