Here's part three !! A big thank you to everyone who read the story. We are busy writing the fourth part.




Piccolo had meditated all night and felt relaxed and balanced in the morning. After going into the bathroom, showering, and drinking a glass of water, he made his way to the Capsule Corporation. After a few minutes he was there and was standing in front of Bulma's house.


As soon as he rang the doorbell, he heard steps from inside and to his great relief, not Vegeta but Trunks opened for him. "Hi Piccolo, what brings you to us?" He greeted him cheerfully. Piccolo told him that he wanted to see Bulma and Trunks, who seemed a little puzzled by this fact, led him through a number of hallways to Bulma's laboratory. On the way there they heard Vegeta exclaim angrily. "But Bra, understand me. I can't go shopping with you every day! I also have to train.Bra please don't look at me like that ...... Bra !!


Piccolo had to grin when he heard Vegeta trying in vain to defend himself against his daughter. It was nice to know that he too had problems.


You entered the laboratory and stood directly in front of ...... "What is that ?!" Piccolo asked in astonishment. He was standing in front of a 1 m large clay vase from which stuck an at least 2 m large bouquet of birch, apple, willow, fir and beech branches. “Oh, hello Piccolo.” Bulma had crawled out from behind one of the fir branches. "Ouch! Always those pine needles." She moaned "This is one of the great bouquets of flowers that Vegeta always brings me to make up for." She pointed to the tangle of leaves. "But I actually think he's pretty. Especially since he always tries so hard. Well ..." she sighed. "But what do you actually want from me?" she asked after a while looking at him expectantly. "Um ... well" Piccolo looked around to see if they were really alone, but Trunks had already left and nobody else was to be seen either.Then he told Bulma briefly about the bet and that he was here to ask her what he should do best now. "Well, that is indeed difficult," she said after listening to everything carefully. She looked thoughtfully at Piccolo. But suddenly she started laughing without warning. Piccolo felt small beads of sweat form on his forehead. "What ... what's going on?" he asked timidly, but Bulma found it difficult to calm down. "Tsch .... Sorry," she snorted, "but I just imagined how you would look in the disco ...!"


Bulma slowly recovered and looked up at him. Piccolo's face was the color of an overripe tomato.


“Mama!” Bra had burst into the middle of the scene. "Mom. Dad locked himself in the GR and now I have no one to go shopping with me. Oh, hello Piccolo." She turned to him, smiled briefly at him and then immediately continued talking to her mother."Bra, I really can't. I have to help Piccolo find a girlfriend. He made a bet with Vegeta, you see?" "What did you bet on?" asked Bra in amazement. Bulma also looked expectantly at Piccolo, because he hadn't mentioned the bet so far. Piccolo felt more than uncomfortable, but nevertheless he finally said: “The loser has to come to Son Goku's birthday in a dress.” And when Bulma and Bra burst out laughing, he felt really sick.


"You know something," said Bulam after a while "I now know what you can do first. You can go into town with Bra. She knows her way around, you will surely meet someone!" Piccolo looked down at Bra , "Into town?" He repeated while looking at Bra. He had last seen her 5 years ago. At that time she was 9 years old and had played with Pan. But now she had turned into a pretty young girl.He looked at her completely lost in thought. “Hey Piccolo, are we going now?” Bra tugged at his arm. "Come on. That will be fun." She pulled him out the door and Bulma just had time to push some bills into her hand. "Have fun!" she called after them and Piccolo, who still couldn't quite believe what he was doing, walked next to Bra on the street. On the way to town!




Sequel follows!