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To the question: I think the FF will soon come to an end, because Daria's time is known to be getting scarcer ...;) ^^




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I stared into the eyes of a young man ... the clothes he wore resembled his father's ... his hair ... short and mischievously tousled ...


Unable to get any meaningful word out, I stood there paralyzed ... my eyes and mouth wide open and watched as the newly arrived slowly moved towards me in my head as if in slow motion.


"Hey, what happened to you? You're bleeding!" he noticed in astonishment in the next moment and examined me carefully with careful looks.


"Son ... Gohan ... I ..." That was all I was able to say.


What I hadn't been able to believe in for a long time now, personified in the form of Son Gohan, stood before my incredulous eyes and looked at me questioningly from top to bottom.

"Who ... who did this to you?"


Tears just ran through my face. Tears of absolute happiness.


"Vegeta has ... he has ... Piccolo ... seriously injured and ... he ... he's dying ..."


I was only able to answer Gohan's questions fragmentarily and with a trembling, halting voice.


"What? Vegeta? But ... but why?"


Apparently, Gohan also seemed to have no idea what had happened between the two, that such a fight could have come about ...


Without hesitation, the half-Saiyajin tore his orange-colored combat suit and a moment later carefully placed the greater part of it around my shoulders.


"Here ... so you don't have to be cold any longer." he justified his action and carefully placed a hand on my head.


Up until that point I hadn't even noticed that my body was shaking from the cold ... my thoughts turned far too much about something else ... about Piccolo.

Gohan, it seemed to me, had still not noticed the seriousness of the situation and so I laboriously tried my words to repeat my worries in order to bring them close to him as quickly as possible.


"Tell me, where is Piccolo anyway?" he got ahead of me with his question and looked a few times in all directions.


"Before I felt a tremendous force emanating from him for a short moment! That's why I came here. I wanted to see that everything was going well, but suddenly his aura disappeared again and so I flew through the neighboring area to look for him!" explained this further.


I understood now.


So that's why Gohan could know roughly where Piccolo and I were. He must have felt the energy that Piccolo generated when he had fired his infernal spiral with all his might as a last desperate rescue attempt at Vegeta ...


"Piccolo is ... he is ..." the current situation literally closed my throat.I instinctively grabbed Gohan by the arm and tried to make it clear to him with gestures that he should follow me. He did what I asked and followed me quickly to the place where I had left Piccolo more dead than alive a few minutes ago.


Every step, every movement I made went through my limbs with a terrible pain and after a few seconds Gohan noticed from my apparently contorted face and my strained gasping how difficult it was for me to maintain a steady pace. Without saying another word, he carefully put one arm around me and in the next moment gently lifted me and the other up to him.


It wasn't far. Just a little more and we'd made it.


"Up there ..." I said softly and pointed with my hand in a certain direction.


And indeed. A few moments later, one saw from a distance a figure lying motionless on the ground, which was more or less covered by dark purple scraps of fabric.

Blood had now collected in large quantities around the seriously injured man, which is why the gruesome sight was intensified a lot and gave Gohan and me a huge shock.


The former lowered me carefully to the floor, hurried over to Piccolo and kneeled down next to him full of worry and fear.


Son-Gohan's gaze immediately fell on the gaping flesh wound just above Piccolo's hip ...


"Oh damn ..." he pressed out, visibly stunned by the sight that was presented to him and wandered nervously over Piccolo's tortured body with his eyes.


"We have to get him out of here! He's as good as dead!"


Angry, Son-Gohan jumped up the next moment, laid down as carefully as he could over the shoulder of the now unconscious Namek and grabbed me with one arm to push himself off the ground in the next moment.

We quickly gained height, left the forests, mountains and sea far behind us and suddenly broke through the thick, white cloud cover.


"Hold on, old friend ..." I heard Gohan's voice, in which a definite nervous tremor could no longer be denied.


The speed with which we were now moving was so high that I had to struggle to find a secure hold somewhere on Gohan ... and we got even faster ...


No question about it, the half-Saiyan was visibly frightened. He was afraid. Feared of losing his former teacher, his mentor and best friend one more time.


Then finally, after almost endless minutes in which Gohan and I feared for Piccolo's life equally, the palace of God was in sight.


Thanks to its enormous airspeed, we were able to cover thousands of kilometers in just a few minutes, which Piccolo would have needed hours to cover in his current state.

"We're there. I hope it's not too late ..." said Gohan worried and finally landed quickly, but still incredibly carefully, on the huge platform of the palace of God.


First he lowered me, put me carefully on my feet and then turned to the clearly more seriously injured Piccolo. A split second later I noticed how Dende, followed by an angry bottom, was walking towards us with quick steps and a careful face darkened his expression.


And suddenly I felt this pudding feeling in my knees ...


Immediately a tremor went through my already weakened body and forced me to sink mercilessly to the ground on the spot.


I felt something warm running down my stomach in large quantities ...


I looked down at myself fearfully, saw ... the blood! I was bleeding! A wound, the exact location of which I couldn't even pinpoint, seemed to have ruptured again ...

"Oh no ..." I managed with a hoarse voice before I finally left my consciousness and under the shocked looks of Son-Gohan's, Dende's and Popo's, I collapsed and slowly lost consciousness. .


I slowly opened my eyes, daring to look around carefully. The images I saw were still more blurry than clear, but I realized that I had to be in a huge bed in one of the many rooms of the palace.


I had probably slept a long time, because when I turned my head gently to the side, I could see the mysterious white light of the full moon, which shone gently and soothingly through the window. It was night


And suddenly I remembered ...


The fight with Vegeta ... the pain we had to endure because of him ... the spiral of hell ... the forest ... Piccolo ...


With one big leap I jumped out of bed and in the next moment I was amazed at the absence of my pain, which I inevitably had to endure with every little movement.

I looked down at myself in disbelief ... realized that I was wearing completely new clothes, which consisted of white, wide pants and a sleeveless top ...


"My ... injuries are ... gone ... Did Dende ...?"


Yes. It must have been like that. Dende must have healed me completely with his mental abilities ... I couldn't explain my current integrity any other way.


I scrutinized myself one last time before my eyes suddenly wandered out of the window for whatever reason. Immediately I recognized the tall figure who was on the edge of the platform and whose long, white cloak was playing playfully in the waves of the wind.


"Piccolo ..." I said softly and in the next moment made my way outside as quickly as I could.