Witching hour




"Super Vegeta! Your sense of direction is really great! And where the hell did we end up here ...?!" Piccolo was more than angry. "Don't yell at me like that, you vegetables! You flew ahead!" Vegeta was also on 180 ... And the fact that it was almost midnight didn't improve her mood either. They had already met by a stupid coincidence, both had been on their way to Goku's birthday party, and then they had lost each other too! Vegeta hadn't felt like it from the start. It was only thanks to Bulma's phone call and her amiable motivation that he was standing here now ... And of course also the degenerate intelligence of this giant caterpillar on two legs, which was now standing next to him. The fact was, none of them knew where they were ... Piccolo was the first to notice that there was a house on the nearby hill. Pretty big, old-fashioned, and kind of ... Well ... Dilapidated?After a friendly discussion, the exact wording of which I do not want to reproduce here, out of consideration for the underage readers, they made their way to the house. In retrospect, that was the biggest mistake they could ever make ...


Her first stop was the front door, the impression from a distance had been absolutely correct ... The house WAS dilapidated. Vegeta now looked for the doorbell, but couldn't find it ... "I would try the chain there ... * roll of the eyes *" - "Green smartass!" The high-born Saiyajin prince didn't know everything after all ... He was pulling the chain now and RATSCH! he held it in his hand. "But you really have to break everything!" said Piccolo and knocked on the door. WUMMS! and the door tilted inward and splashed on the dusty floor. ATCHOO! Vegeta sneezed from the dust that had been blown up. > HEALTH! HI HI HI !!!

You were now at the top of the stairs ... A corridor about five meters long on the right, one on the left and a door at each end. They chose the left one. Or rather, Vegeta made up his mind by simply marching off. They went through the door ... and suddenly stood in the door at the other end of the hall. You could see yourself from behind on the other side! "Again or back ...?" - "Again!" So they went down the hall to the other side and through the same door again.With the same effect ... So down the gear for the third time. Vegeta insisted ... Only this time there was another door on the right. "Hey you green blind fish! Maybe we should give it a try ...!" No sooner said than done. Vegeta had barely had his hand on the doorknob when the door swung open with a lot of swing and smacked him against the wall. "Oh man ... Didn't you have any doors on your home planet, or why are you acting so stupidly?" Vegeta was too flabby at the moment to punch Piccolo for this remark. In any case, the door was open ... Piccolo wanted to go into the room behind, but Vegeta pushed him aside. "I'm a prince! I'll go first!" - "Please, if it makes you happy ...!" Somehow Vegeta had but no luck with this door. A green, wobbly something floated towards him and through him as he had just set foot in the room. Then that thing disappeared ... "IGITT! Green slime!"And really, Vegeta was slimy from top to bottom ... And a snappy remark from Piccolo topped it all off," I think green is your favorite color, isn't it ...? * sting * "Vegeta responded with a well-aimed blow that hurled Piccolo against the wall ...


They managed to get into the room without killing each other. First of all it was dark ... When some candles that were on a table came on by themselves, the two were slightly confused. When they noticed that this table, as well as the rest of the furniture, was hanging on the ceiling and the flames of the candles were burning straight down, they felt a bit strange ... KNARR! Hmm? What was that creaking? They looked at each other ... Vegeta thought that Piccolo purple looked particularly good. His violet was really worth seeing ... As a test Piccolo then stepped a little more firmly. So the floor didn't creak ... KNARR!It came from above, from the ceiling ... They walked a little further into the room and looked up. Splash! There were some plates on the table ... with soup. And at that moment she decided to follow the law of gravity. Vegeta hung some vermicelli over his forehead in his face ... Piccolo decided to keep his comment to himself this time, a black eye was enough for him ... KNARR! But something still creaked ... After Vegeta had freed himself from the noodles with dangerous calm, he looked up again. Whether it was the fact that they both looked up so nicely, or simply because the furniture was longing for the soup ... In any case, now the whole thing crashed down as if on command. And the carpet that was underneath or on top of course came with me. After they had worked their way out of the pile of bulky waste, they continued their exploration tour ...


Next they ended up in a bathroom.So far everything is normal ...> HI HI HI !!!

After all these experiences, both of them agreed, oh wonder, on one thing: Get out of this house! As soon as possible! It just turned out to be more difficult than expected, because somehow the stairs weren't there anymore ... Yes, yes. I know! They can both fly ... and even if they didn't, they could still jump down or climb. That was what you meant, wasn't it? There was only one small problem: the entire ground floor was missing! Instead, they ended up in some sort of ballroom ... Needless to say, they had absolutely no idea how they got there now. In her opinion, they had walked back exactly the way they had come ... Only the house probably disagreed.And they weren't alone here either. At least not quite ... Piccolo became painfully aware of this as he and Vegeta walked through the hall and some idiot slipped onto the back of his cloak. The result was then also accordingly: Namekian buttocks on the floor and a grinning Vegeta. If Piccolo didn't know for sure that Vegeta had taken two steps BEFORE him ... He got up again. In the meantime there was real life in the hall ... Several dance couples appeared, dancing to inaudible music. And the people were half transparent ... Half transparent? Wait a minute ... ghosts? Ghosts !!! After this realization, our two friends were a bit queasy. And the fact that the ghosts stopped their dance and were obviously talking about them didn't make it any better. "Hey Louise! I think there is our supper." - "Yes, they look delicious. I would like a piece of the green one!" - "No, I do not. It's definitely not quite ripe ... "-" Do you think so? But we can suck it out, right? "-" Oh what, he is also being fed ... There is nothing to the little one! "Uh ... Wait a minute! Supper? Sucking? Feeding? Sip! Both had the same thought at the same time ... Run what your legs are! They weren't really cowards, but the idea of ​​serving as dinner for those walking sheets." To have to did not seem tempting to them. "You are a coward Piccolo! "-" Do you have to say * blubber * * blubb * Vegeta! You run * blubber * even faster than * blubber * me! "In the meantime the ghosts were having a lot of fun with their successful joke ..." Well, we really scared them both! "-" Yes, hi hi! Do we want to chase them a little more? Just for fun ... "-" Of course! Otherwise it would only be half as fun ... "And then the whole pack was running, or rather hovering, after Vegeta and Piccolo ...

The 'dinner' had meanwhile run back into the corridor and stood in front of another door ... Piccolo was just thinking about opening it. "Now go green! But remember what happened to me earlier ...!" The clap door, of course ... Piccolo pretended that the door wouldn't hit him if she pulled the same number. She did that too. Just bad luck for Piccolo that this specimen did not open outwards, but inwards ... With a jerk it was thrown into the room. Vegeta quickly jumped after him and slammed the door again. It slammed shut, Vegeta's strength appropriate, and then fell forward off its hinges. Full on the Piccolo lying on the floor ... That there was now a massive brick wall in the door frame was a minor matter. This time they had obviously ended up in some kind of study or library. In any case,