You are absolutely right, a love story cannot end like this. I was very happy about your sympathy. Here comes just for you guys:




Part 9




So I was home again! And never in my life had I been so unhappy as it was then. Completely exhausted from crying, I fell asleep on my couch ...


When I woke up the next morning, I was woken up not by a cheeky ray of sunshine, but by the garbage disposal, who were making a huge row in front of my apartment. I felt completely bruised and my bones hurt. I sat down carefully and stared at the broken television. "Piccolo!" It came to my mind immediately and I felt my eyes moist again. But I swallowed the rising grief. I slowly got up from the cushions and staggered to the bathroom. There I ran cold water into the sink and waited until it was full to the brim.Then I dipped my face in ... it was deliciously refreshing. After a few seconds I straightened up again and felt the water tingling down my neck. Thoughtfully, I sank into the toilet. "Will Piccolo miss me? How is he coping with the breakup? Will he be using the dragon balls to come to me in a year?" Thousands of thoughts flew through my head and the more I brooded, the more desperate I became. "The Dragonballs won't work again for a year! By then he'll have forgotten me!" It hit me and the fear of never being able to see him again spread inside me. I leaned my head against the cold tiles and felt a great emptiness inside me ...




The time went on and soon four weeks had passed since my return home. But not a day had passed that I hadn't thought of Piccolo with great longing. But this morning was different ...

I opened my eyes. Drops of sweat stood on my forehead. I hastily tossed the covers and quickly jumped out of bed. With my hand pressed to my mouth, I rushed into the bathroom, popped the toilet lid and ... threw up. After vomiting up all of the contents of my stomach, I sank trembling onto the hard tiles. I sat panting and was completely exhausted. "What is wrong with me?" I asked myself, trembling all over with exhaustion. I had felt a little dizzy several times lately, and I often felt limp and tired, but I had labeled these symptoms as a mild cold. "What illness is there that causes circulatory problems and vomits?" I thought feverishly ... Then it fell like scales from my eyes and I almost bumped my head under the sink in shock. "No! That can't be true! Impossible! I can't be pregnant!" it burst out of me and a shiver ran down my spine.Now I wanted to know exactly ...




In a flash I cleaned myself up, slipped into my clothes and left the house to see a doctor. But suddenly I stopped again. "What if I am really pregnant? The child is from Piccolo and who knows what it will look like then! It went through me and depressed I wondered what I should do now. "I'm going to have to get one of those pregnancy tests from the pharmacy!" I said quietly to myself and worried I went on my way ...




I sat on the toilet again. My face was white as chalk and could compete with the wall tiles. I slowly lowered my hand, which was holding the test stick. It slipped from my trembling fingers and fell to the floor. But I didn't even notice that anymore. My eyes stared dull at the wall. "But how can that be? Piccolo was dead at the time and he's also a Namek!They get their offspring themselves by laying eggs with their mouths! "I whispered desperately and felt a huge lump in my throat." What am I doing? I can't live in this world with the baby! It just doesn't fit here! "After these words I buried my face in my hands and didn't know what to do next. What a situation! But one thing was already clear to me ... I would never let Piccolo's child have an abortion. It was the only thing that I, from him Feeling along the wall, I stumbled into my bedroom and let myself fall on the bed. I was totally exhausted and closed my eyes. Slowly I sank into nothing, but before I fell asleep, a small smile passed over my face.




Three more days had passed and I was slowly getting used to the idea that a little life was growing inside me. Somehow I was looking forward to the baby too. But because of the child, I involuntarily had to think of Piccolo and that always stung my heart.That evening I finally arrived home tired from work and annoyed from shopping. (I had taken another job to make money). Fully packed with shopping bags, I struggled up the stairs to my apartment. I pressed both bags to my body with one arm and opened the door with the other free hand, which I let shut behind me. Immediately afterwards I stepped into my living room when ...


"Hello Joanna!" said Piccolo, who was standing in the middle of the room and looked at me uncertainly. In shock, I dropped my shopping bags on the floor, where they burst with a bang and caused a huge mess. But at that moment I didn't care. I stared wide-eyed at the Namek in my living room. "P ... P ... Piccolo!" I stammered and forgot everything around me. I ran up to him and gave him a big hug.


Completely taken by surprise by this greeting, he stood there and looked at me in astonishment."But I didn't expect that at all!" he said, puzzled, but with a soft tone in his voice. I began to sob uncontrollably and buried my face in the soft fabric of his cloak. Piccolo hugged me tenderly and gently stroked my back over and over again. After a few minutes I finally calmed down and wiped the last tears from my cheek with the back of my hand. Piccolo waited patiently for me to finish. Then he began to speak: "Please come back with me again. Dende and Popo miss you very much and I ... I just can't stand it without you anymore! You ... I miss you so much!" he stammered embarrassed and looked at me pleadingly. "That was the best declaration of love that Piccolo could ever make for me!" I thought happily and snuggled up to him. "May I take that as a yes now?" he asked hopefully. "Yes, you can!" I replied and looked him lovingly in the eye.We stood there for a while without saying anything. Then I broke the silence. "Tell me Piccolo, how do you get here? As far as I know, the Dragon Balls aren't ready for use yet, are they?" I asked curiously and noticed that he was blushing a bit. "Well ... I just couldn't wait any longer. So Son-Goku brought me to Namek through the current teleportation so that we could use the dragon balls there!" he said, a little embarrassed. "You did that to see me again?" I asked with a smile and put my hands behind his neck. We looked at each other for a long time and tentatively our lips came closer. Finally, they touched carefully and I could feel such an intense crackle, like our very first kiss. At first we both had a bit of inhibitions and kissed very cautiously. But suddenly the invisible wall broke between us as if it were made of glass. We hugged each other passionately and pressed our bodies tightly together.The kiss grew fiery and the blood pumping. My heart was beating wildly and I realized that this moment excited me very much. But even Piccolo found it difficult to hold back from not going one step further. After a while, our lips parted again and I opened my eyes. Piccolo looked at me tenderly and I realized that at that moment he was just as happy as I was. "We should get out of this world at any moment and land on Namek! The 15 minutes you gave me are about to be up. It's lucky Polunga is a little more patient than Shenlong!" said the big Namek with a grin and put his hand on my shoulder. I was startled. "So it was clear from the start that we would be wanted back together!" I said thoughtfully and frowned at him. "Yes, but you would have had the third wish left with which you would have come back into your world!" he explained calmly.I smiled. "Then I can still think about it!" I said cheekily and immediately got a sparkling look from Piccolo.


"You can let that stay beautiful! After all, you never know what else to expect!" he replied and gave me a piercing look. Then it occurred to me again ... "Piccolo! Before we get to Namek, I have to tell you something very important!" it burst out of me and I felt myself blushing a little. Of course he noticed this immediately and looked at me questioningly ...




Well, what do you think, how will Piccolo react? (I already know it :-) )