This time it is me (Tiger) who typed the part for you (luckily I know Tara's password). I'm on vacation in a place where a computer exists (* hallelujah *), and I will use the time to thank you for your great comments. Special thanks to Dragongirl, Myuu, anirdas, kaetzchen, decima (do you speak the c like k or like z), Piccolo09, Kellina, Paen777 and cassandra (the order doesn't mean anything). I was very happy that my first ff was so well received.


@Myuu: I called Spaik (a friend of ours) about your question; Tara was also on the RTL2 page, but always under her current name. Videl is someone else. I'm supposed to ask you from Spaik how you are on the site.




But now have fun with the next part.








Piccolo Bet That ...! (Part15)


Piccolo stopped short. Some idiot had actually stepped on his coat.He turned around; He was just about to turn the culprit into a snail ... when "Hello! I almost didn't recognize you, because the red light makes you look all purple here, you are the pupil of the great Mr. Satan, aren't you?" Beaming with joy the young waiter looked at him. "You again." Piccolo growled, who was not particularly enthusiastic about this encounter, but his counterpart seemed to ignore his words and continued to speak cheerfully. "I absolutely have to introduce you to my friend (!!!)." He looked around, searching. Suddenly he called (to Piccolo's horror) through the middle of the room: "Roul, sweetheart! Will you come here, please? Here is this incredibly attractive student of the great Mr. Satan, about whom I have already told you so much!" His voice boomed through the whole hall, because the DJ seemed to be taking a break of about 15s at that moment, so that there was quite a silence in the hall. A crowd turned and a crowd of onlookers quickly closed around Piccolo.Everywhere he heard whispers, which he (of course) could understand well despite the music that had become loud again in the meantime ´A student of Mr. Satan says ´, ´I think I have heard of that guy somewhere who is called Satan junior, or something like that ´, ´He should be attractive, he´s so purple in the face´, ´So I think it suits him´ ... "Hach Francesco, you were right, he is really cute." Piccolo turned in a flash around, and looked directly into the delighted eyes of the young waiter, who was now standing hand in hand with a second man and who, with obvious care, pushed his hair back. "If I may introduce you to my friend Roul, we've been together for over 3 years."


Piccolo automatically took a step back; "Mm nice." He growled, not knowing how to act. He really wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, but he had no idea how to go about it. At least the circle of curious people around him had disappeared, because a disco was never an attraction for very long.Piccolo quickly took a few steps back and then disappeared into the dancing crowd. He had nothing against gays, really not, but the way they both looked at him ... No, he didn't care. Involuntarily his steps had directed him to the door when he had arrived before her, and he realized that only a small movement was necessary to leave this horrible place, he just couldn't resist. And although he knew that he was no closer to his goal of finding a girlfriend, he went out.


With his face turned towards the starry sky, Piccolo stood for a while and inhaled the cool night air to the full. The silence out here was just wonderful. But just as he had recovered and was about to fly home, he heard a soft woman's voice next to him ...!