Hello! I wrote 17 1/2 because this part is so short. But it's actually more of a request to you. I have the feeling that my FF is getting boring and less interesting. If so, please let me know. And another thing I still don't really know if I should write more FF. And whether Arkani should take part. If something bothers you tell me. I also apologize if I annoyed you with this.








With these words the Tokra stormed towards Piccolo and threw him into the freezing lake. "Have you gone crazy? Do you know how cold it is?" "I don't give a shit! Do you think I'll let you insult me?" Shivering, the Namekjan climbed out of the water and crouched down next to Arkani. “He could at least have left the chairs there!” She sank down beside Piccolo, freezing. "Well, it could be worse." "Shut up Arkani otherwise ..." He hadn't even finished the sentence when it started raining! "Arkani I hate you!" "I am devastated!"


The next morning, Dende was the first to wake up. He crept to the patio door and opened it as quietly as possible. The picture he saw afterwards left him speechless. Piccolo sat next to the door and slept soundly but the worst thing was: Arkani was leaning against his shoulder and slept just as soundly. The little Namekjan closed the door with a loud bang. The sleepers were startled by the sudden crash. “Oh god what happened?” Arkani looked around searchingly. When she noticed that she had leaned against Piccolo, she jerked up to her feet. “What?” Dende watched her gloomily. "Nothing! You should have breakfast." "What's he got?" the tokra turned her gaze to Piccolo. "Typical! Hey Piccolo, get up!" The Namekjaner opened his eyes sleepily. “I finally got over it?” “Yes, yes, come and have breakfast.” And then she was gone into the house. The man who stayed behind straightened himself up with difficulty and trotted afterwards.But he collapsed in the door frame. “Oh God Piccolo!” Arkani's startled voice was the only thing he heard before his eyes closed.


"He only has a mild cold and a little fever. Don't worry Dende. It wasn't your fault." "Yes it was! I was so stupid. Why did I just lock you out." "Dende." Arkani put him comfortingly hand on shoulder. "We didn't deserve it any other way. Besides, I'm sure Piccolo will be back on his feet soon." She smiled encouragingly at him. “I hope you're right.” “Dende.” “Yes?” “I think it's my fault that he's sick now.” “What?” “I pushed him into the lake last night. But I didn't mean that. Oh, I don't know either. "" It's okay. I'll take care of Piccolo. You should eat something. "" Thank you. I'll relieve you later. "Dejected, the Tokra went into the kitchen. It's my fault! All alone mine. If I hadn't been so bitchy then nothing would have happened at all.Slowly she sank into a chair. Arkani felt terribly guilty. Desperate, she propped her head in her hands and began to cry softly. Dende stood at the door and watched the young woman. “Don't make yourself crazy about a little cold.” He whispered these words softly in the room and then went back to Piccolo. Arkani started up, startled. Who was that? Dende? She quickly ran to the door and looked into the hallway. But she couldn't see anyone anymore. "Maybe I'm worrying too much. Oh dear Mikiko! We need money. She hurried to the phone and dialed her friend's number.