Hey, here I am again! I hope you like the part.






“Ve.. .Ge.. .Ta!” Bulma almost burst with anger, but was still able to hold back her anger. However, Arkani doubted that she would not succeed much longer. “My lover Vegeta, come with me for a moment!” With these sweet words she pulled him “lovingly” out of the room. Piccolo and the girl he supposedly slept with remained bright red. This Mikiko! Well wait, I'll tell you something later! "What did you tell your girlfriend !?" "I didn't tell her that ... that ... I just told her the truth, not that ..." But before the Tokra could finish the sentence you heard how Bulma "talked" to Vegeta. "What do you mean? Why don't you even do what others tell you!" "I'm a prince, I belong to the elite and nobody has to tell me what to do and what not even you, woman!" on how you talk to me otherwise you can sleep on the coach in the future or from me in your holy GR but definitely not in bed anymore."The Sayajin suddenly falls silent. Arkani and Piccolo could vividly imagine what Bulma really wanted to threaten him with and this fact made her blush even more." I didn't deserve that! "Bright red and completely annoyed, Arkani joined Dende in the kitchen.


An hour later, Vegeta and Bulma said goodbye. “Thank you for your hospitality!” With a gesture of thanks, the two left and got into the car. Dende, who hadn't really noticed what was actually going on with Arkani and Piccolo, waved happily afterwards, while the other two stood by rather meekly. When the guests' cars could no longer be seen, the little Namekjaner spoke to his friends about the upcoming street festival. "Tell me, are we going to the street festival tonight?" "Sure! What do you think? It's going to be great fun." Piccolo just looked bored at the lake. What Vegeta had said earlier bothered him a lot.He wondered if Arkani had really lied or if her friend had just misunderstood something. It was of no use! All his thoughts did not bring him to a right conclusion. He decided to forget it for the time being and take a walk in the forest. In the meantime, Dende and Arkani were sitting on the terrace and playing cards. "Arkani?" "Hm?" "I wanted to ask you what you think about Piccolo?" "What?" Surprised, the addressed looked up and discovered how Dende desperately tried to hide his nervousness. He didn't do very well. I don't know what I think of him myself! Whether I love him or whether he's just a buddy to me. But I think the first is more true. How could this have happened to me? I of all people, one of the best and strongest Tokra, fall in love with a Namekjan. And as if that wasn't bad enough, even in the devil. I think I should keep this knowledge my secret. Nobody needs to know, after all, it is nobody's business. . .and besides, there is still Taya! "Don't worry Dende! He's just a buddy. I apologize, I want to take a rest to be fit tonight." The brunette rose and disappeared into her room. Maybe I was a little too cold towards Dende, but I didn't want him to continue questioning me. A smile crossed her face. His next question would have been: What do you think of me? What should I have told him? Arkani fell on the bed and fell asleep.






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Sequel follows . . .