Chapter 11: Fateful Provocations




"Let's stop, Gohan is coming in an hour and I still want to get ready. After all, the others should recognize me, right?" she was completely out of breath, but actually only because Piccolo had only attacked physically for the past two hours and she had to keep evasive. Obviously this was his personal revenge for the fact that she conjured points on his face at every opportunity that presented itself and that he was not able to remove them again. That always made him terribly angry, but at least he felt that there was something on his flawless green skin that didn't belong there.


She gave him a sugary look and waited patiently for his reaction. To her surprise, however, he rushed to her again and pushed her to the ground. She was so perplexed that she didn't react at all and just looked into his eyes. Meanwhile, he realized that her training clothes were particularly tight today.Her top had a generous neckline and was free from the belly. Furthermore, she wore a short, wide skirt, which allowed a perfect view of her shapely legs. Her curly hair, now dark again, lay in a wreath around her head and her lips were slightly parted. He looked her in the eye and tried to meet her gaze. Her face was so close to his now that he could feel her breath.


'It's like the day before yesterday again! Hopefully nobody will bother you this time! '. He lowered his mouth to her right ear and a comforting shiver ran down Dune's back when she felt his breath on her bare shoulder. "Your cover is miserable!", She tore the eyes closed again with pleasure and stared into his grinning face. He was now standing over her and she jumped up in no time and ran in the direction of the palace "Wooden head!" she said "I heard that!" - "I hope so!"


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Gohan stood on the platform punctually at the agreed time and greeted Piccolo and Dende. The only one missing was Dune. She needed her extra appearance and she succeeded very well. She just looked amazing. She wore an off the shoulder ruffle top and extremely skimpy jeans. Her hair was pinned up so that some of the dark curls hung out and playfully found their way over her shoulders.


"Can we finally?", Piccolo was the first to find his voice again and sounded annoyed as usual.


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"Oh, you finally are! Wait a minute, aren't you the girl from the bar? I almost didn't recognize you, you look really lovely." Dune blushed and shook hands with the hostess. "But come in, the others are already there. And you really live in God's palace now?Popo sure spoils you, right? ". Dune couldn't answer at all, because Bulma didn't seem to interrupt her torrent of speech even to breathe. When they finally reached the garden, Bulma introduced Dune to the others and began to distribute the food, or rather, something else for normal-eaters All in all there were now 5 people who devoured more than normal: a big, happy man with black hair that stuck out wildly on all sides, Son Goku, as his name was, a little boy who looked like his miniature version, Son Goten, and still a little boy with lilac-colored hair and a grim look. But still he made a nice impression and, like almost all boys his age, was quite cute, just like Son Goten. He had been introduced to her as Trunks and as the son of Bulma. Dune had been delighted when the two boys had politely shook hands to greet her, and of course Son Gohan, who sat next to Videl and tried to eat with her to entertain.

"Vegeta, if you don't come there will be nothing more to eat!" and then he came, a somewhat short man with unusually broad shoulders. He appeared at the grill with his head held high and glared at Bulma. But she smiled and said that if he didn't sit down at the table, he would get less than Son Goku. That seemed to drive him immensely and he nodded vigorously. With a plate the size of a tray full of thick grilled sausages, he sat down in the only free space across from Dune. Before he began to devour the huge mountain of meat, he looked suspiciously at the unknown girl. She stared back. "You're the father of Trunks, right? He really looks a lot like you." - Vegeta just glared back - "Oh, I haven't even introduced you to each other yet. Honey, this is Diana. Diana, this is Vegeta. "-" What do I care about these weaklings. And please don't call me honey, understand? ".


After about 5 minutes he had eaten his sausages and was staring at the girl again.'She is sitting next to the Namek, excellent' with a devilish grin, he began to speak again: "Are you the friend of the green guy? Of course, he'll only get something like that. How did he get you around, he showed you how he was Limbs grow and you were so excited that you had to try everything right away? Do you know how Namekians reproduce? Must be incredibly boring with them. It was clear that one day he would get a taste for it! " he laughed scornfully at Dune's wrinkled face. But she suddenly smiled and quietly pointed out to him that he should rather pay attention to who he is messing with. He just laughed, "Are you going to send this weakling on my neck? He doesn't stand a chance against me!" He got up and made his way to the grill. "Honey, have you gained weight? Maybe you shouldn't eat anything after all!" Bulma was shocked and pointed to Vegeta's considerably enlarged belly.He looked almost pregnant. He stared in horror at the unfamiliar fat pads. 'Ha, it was clear that I could get him with his pride!'


There was dead silence in the garden, everyone stared at Vegeta and no one dared even breathe.


'It was clear that she couldn't contain herself,' thought Piccolo and then glared at her from the side. Somehow he found her reaction funny, too, but it had clearly gone too far. He would probably have to give her a powerful lecture afterwards. As her teacher, he was ultimately responsible for her.


Vegeta finally broke his gaze and looked at Diana, who just grinned at him meaningfully. "You!" He whispered dangerously. Diana raised her hand and his stomach disappeared, and with it the memory of the others of the incident.


"Next time you won't forget it, I promise you!" she grinned even wider.


"I'll catch you someday and then I'll twist your pretty neck!"

"Diana", the strict voices of her teacher, Diana brought back to reality. “Come on, we have to talk!” He got up and flew about 10 meters from the table path and stood under a large tree. She flew after him with a queasy feeling in her stomach.


"Are you completely stupid? What would you have done with him if he had gone any further?" - "You remember, but how ..?" - "Of course, with such a cheap trick you won't delete one on me Memories! You are really a disgrace for all magical beings. And you get on my nerves with your constant childish outbursts! I am slowly and seriously wondering why I have freed your powers at all, you are a danger to the general public. It would have been better we would never have met, then I wouldn't have you on my neck! " he almost shouted the last words. Tears welled up in Dune's eyes "That's how it is!" She closed her eyes for a moment and in the next moment she had her purse in one hand and in the other hand she was carrying something that he had never suspected.He stared at the silver thing in shock. "If I get on your nerves like that, it's better if we don't see each other anymore. Never the best. You surely don't mind if I take what's mine again!", She raised both hands and put the chain on. "Not!" said Piccolo, but it was too late. A jerk went through her body and she was "normal" again. In the next moment she ran to the garden gate and disappeared.


Still frozen, Piccolo watched her go.


"Who has lost his temper here now? You screwed it up, green guy!"


The deeply disappointed look from Dende was far more effective than Vegeta's words.


Fault. For the first time in his life he felt guilty. He had never felt so bad.








So guys, now I'm waiting for clerks. But if none come, you can't go any further. But it gets really exciting ...


hehehe, I know, blackmail, but otherwise I think no one wants to read it and then my pride is bent, so ...

your Peppi