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Note: When I said the last part was bad, I'm saying it's good, damn good even compared to this part. That's bad! You really shouldn't do that to yourself. I advise against!






"What was wrong with Vegeta ... very strange ..." Piccolo turned off the water. "I've never seen him like this before ..." He got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to Vegeta's room. "I'm done, if you still really want to take a shower, you can go now!"he called through the door, which promptly opened." Get out of my way! ", Vegeta ordered without looking at him." Nothing better than that. "Now the Saiyajin looked at him with a growl. The last remaining drops of water ran down from his chest, some stuck to his stomach muscles. Vegeta got hot, a slight red sheen formed around him his cheeks, he ran past him, confused by his own feelings.


"Vegeta ..."




It wasn't until late in the afternoon that Piccolo went to see the impulsive prince again. "There is a problem," he said as Vegeta worked out relentlessly. "What?" "We have to leave the space of spirit and time. Dende has something before him, he wants to improve it, as he said. But we have to get out of here for that." "Ha, this vegetable god can't wait for me I'm done with my workout ?! "he shouted angrily. "Believe it or not, the world is about everything - just not you. Now get out of here!""" You have nothing to order me! I command I am a prince! "" Yes, always the same old story, do you have anything else on the record ?! "Vegeta's whole face was contorted with anger.




Nevertheless, willy-nilly they had to leave the room - which they did. However ... "Piccolo, what happened? I let you know 2 hours ago." Dende was worried. The fighter's clothes were torn and in some places what the purple blood came out. "What happened?", Popo asked. "Grrr ... ask that one!", He pointed at Vegeta. He also looked a bit battered, but not nearly as battered as Piccolo. "I hope everything will be clear by tomorrow," said Vegeta in an unfriendly tone. "Well, I don't know how long it'll take me ..." "GET IN OR YOU'LL LOVE THE NEXT DAY !!" He rose into the air. "Well, I will need about three days ..." Vegeta completely ignored these words, he didn't feel like dealing with Dende.He flew away.


Piccolo, meanwhile, staggered toward the palace. "Piccolo, you are hurt. Shall I help?" Popo asked. "No, it's okay ... I don't want to be disturbed any time soon." He slowly disappeared. "What did Vegeta do to him? Or did it ... no ... that mustn't be ..." The god of the earth looked at the space of spirit and time. "Did something go wrong? That should explain Piccolo's condition ... Oh no ..." He was seriously worried about Piccolo.




"Dad? How long have you been back?" Bra entered Vegeta's private room. "Already for a while Bra, for a while ..." he sighed. “Dad, what's wrong? What's wrong?” “Forget it, princess, don't worry about it.” “Oh come on, you know you can tell me everything.” She slipped onto his lap. The whole time he had been sitting on the bed with his head on his arms and thinking. Thought about what he didn't want to think about.But there was nothing he could do. The injured figure of Piccolo kept coming back to his mind. How he lay on the floor. Almost stopped breathing. Almost all of his body was bleeding. Had a fever. And then ... his strong body ... covered with shiny water ... In his imagination he went on. Painted scenes he didn't like, that didn't want to please.


“DAD!” “Yikes, what?” “You were completely lost in thought! Who are you thinking of?” “Only about you, Princess.” Bra laughed. "By the way, what I wanted to ask you is, is the G - R fixed?" Then he no longer needed to see Piccolo and that disgusting god. Namekians hated him. He literally HATED her. "No, as far as I don't know. Mama is looking for you, she has to clarify something urgent with you." "I don't feel like talking to her!" "She's pretty angry with you too ... what did you do, except Always crumbling you? "" Nothing ... "His daughter pinched his side. “Stop it!” She repeated it a few times.“It was about your upbringing.” “WHAT? Nothing more?” “Ask her why she's making such a riot.” “Oh, it doesn't matter now. Are you coming to town with me, Papa?” ​​“NO.” You looked at him sweetly and sadly at the same time. "NO ..." "Papa ..." "No ..." "Please ..." "Grr ... well, you get your way." "Juchhu!"




"Na na na na na na na ... .." "What are you doing Popo?" "I hum the melody and prepare food." "For whom, Piccolo doesn't eat." "Vegeta is on his way over here." "Oh no "He'll definitely want to train again and I'm not finished yet. I'm running away, he's scary to me."


"HEY YOU ASS, MOVE YOUR BUTT HERE!" Someone shouted from outside. Popo immediately hurried outside. “Hey you backside on two legs, is that part working again now?” “No, God aren't finished yet.” “WHAT DID I REALLY SAY YESTERDAY ?!” “You want breakfast? I made some."" Yes, soon ... where is the cucumber? "" Oh, Piccolo are still asleep. " "He's sleeping? Most unusual ... He's usually the first to get back on his feet. He gets by with very little sleep ... in the last few days he has almost only slept because of his ... ", Vegeta thought. When that occurred to him, he immediately turned to Popo." Where is the room of the freak? "Popo led him a little confused. The Saiyan opened the door, found Piccolo tossing and turning in his bed. As he stepped closer, he felt that he must be in pain. He felt his forehead. Again - fever. He. He Popo had a bowl of cold water fetched. "Why do I always have to play nurse for him," he muttered and absently wanted to place the rag on the Namek's forehead. His hand was cut away. The prince looked puzzled at the figure below. "I don't ... need your help ... Vegeta ... take care ... of your business ... fight with ... Goku ... or whoever ... I'm on you. ... not instructed ... "he managed with difficulty.The eyes were slightly open. "Who says I wanted to help you? Maybe I just wanted to beat you up because you're pissing me off." "Then ... get out of here ..." He closed his eyes again, fell into his restless sleep .


Vegeta escaped from the room. He stopped in the corridor. "What has he ... what has he ... Something is wrong ... they don't know anything about it?" He ran to Popo. "Butt, what's going on with the vegetable garden? It's even greener than usual," he says in a decidedly cool way. His pride wouldn't let him admit he was worried - very worried, in fact. But he was the prince, a prince is tough and cruel and especially a Saiyajin. "He'll be better soon. An experiment went wrong nothing more." "An experiment? What kind of an experiment?" "Piccolo ordered nothing to say. I have to stick to it." "Open your mouth or you will never say anything again!"" Piccolo don't want anything to do with you. What do you want from Piccolo? "" I ?! "Vegeta felt caught." No, it's not true ... it's not true that I ... "