Hello,


Here is the 7th part. The 8th part is on Wednesday. Because I don't have time tomorrow. Don't be angry, yeah? * all in love *


Have fun and see you then




Eternal_Dragon




" OK." Kimura said but her voice was trembling. She showed him everything she had been taught in the meantime. "That's pretty good." said Piccolo.


"I will now show you the spiral of hell and the demon lightning." Piccolo found it incredibly difficult to control and concentrate around Kimura. He wanted to hug her best. He couldn't bear to look into her eyes. But he didn't want to think what he was thinking now. “You have to concentrate all your energy in your fingertips for the spiral of hell.” He explained it and demonstrated it. Kimura quickly got it and copied. “Good.” Piccolo and Kimura continued training for the next few days. Piccolo grew cooler and more dismissive to her every day, which hurt the most when he saw Kimura suffer from his dismissive demeanor.But then Kimura did something that Piccolo couldn't stand for death. She was unable to concentrate, which he wasn't entirely innocent of, but he didn't know that. "What did I tell you? You have to concentrate! I don't feel like telling you that umpteen times." Piccolo snapped at her. "Yes, but that's me." "That's you? That I don't laugh. You are totally unfocused and that is poison for training. Concentrate, please." he exploded. Kimura couldn't go on anymore. She started to cry. Piccolo couldn't stand that. " Do what you want." he hissed and went into the palace. There he was again, the unpredictable, cold Piccolo.


Kimura sat like a pile of misery in the middle of the platform and howled. When he looked at her, she saw the hatred flare up in his eyes for a brief moment. She thought the hatred was for her. But that wasn't true. This hatred was for Piccolo himself. He hated himself. Hated himself for the inability to deal with his feelings, hated himself for the things he said to Kimura, even though he was very aware of how much it hurt her. .Kimura went into her room crying and didn't even notice that she was bumping into Popo. She was too absorbed in her thoughts. "What's going on here all of a sudden? The two look like his tractor rolled over them." thought Popo. The next day the Z clique was back. They wanted to train with Kimura but she was so unable to concentrate that they gave up. Only Goku was worried and wanted to talk to her. He guessed, rightly, that it had something to do with Piccolo. Namely, he was sitting grumpily under a tree. Son-Goku went into Kimura's room. He closed the door and saw Kimura sitting on her bed crying. "What's going on? It's about Piccolo, isn't it?" He eyed her worriedly. Kimura nodded tearfully. Son-Goku sat down next to her on the bed. Kimura buried her head in his chest and kept crying. Son-Goku stroked her hair soothingly. "Sht. Calm down first and then tell me what happened, will you?" he tried to comfort her. Kimura raised her head and sobbed at him."I ... I wanted to talk to him and ... and he said ... he doesn't want to. He's so cool and dismissive to me. And he hates me." Kimura told Son-Goku everything that had happened . Son-Goku`s thoughts were racing. He almost thought so. Piccolo couldn't handle his feelings at all, and that's what came out of it. "The two have to talk to each other, but how should I get them to? Neither will want to talk to the other now." He couldn't tell her that Piccolo had a crush on her and didn't know how to deal with his feelings. “Listen to Kimura.” Son-Goku put his hands on her shoulders. "Piccolo didn't mean it. He's totally confused and has no clue about feelings." Kimura looked at him in surprise. "You mean he likes me?" "Shit, now I almost shared something." thought Goku and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, but I don't know. I just meant that he's confused." Son-Goku noticed that that didn't sound very convincing, but Kimura believed it and started crying again."Please go. I want to be alone." she sobbed. Son Goku accepted her request and left. An hour later it was dark. Piccolo was in his room, floating over his bed. Here he had his peace and quiet and nobody bothered him. Kimura meanwhile stood at the edge of the platform and looked down. She just couldn't take it here anymore. Piccolo's dismissive and hurtful manner hurt so much. Kimura made up her mind. She took a deep breath and jumped ...