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Fanfic: Piccolo – Wetten das…! (Teil18)
Chapter: Piccolo - Bet that ...! (Part18)
And then comes the next part. A bit short, but I'll try my best and put the next one online as soon as possible. A big thank you to SenzuBean, who after such a long time finally decided to write me a commi to
Iala 90 and VAL, my other two new readers, and of course to Kellina, Paen777, cassandra, Piccolo09, decima, kaetzchen, anirdas, Myuu and Dragongirl, my loyal fans.
And now have fun with this short one, and I find (and hope) quite depressing
Part.
Piccolo - Bet that ...! (Part18)
Piccolo had thought so long that it was early evening. He felt miserable to appear in front of Bra in a dress ... no, he didn't even want to think about that. She had helped him so much.
Slowly he got cold under the waterfall, and so he decided to fly into town. He wasn't sure what he wanted there, but somehow he was drawn there now.A quarter of an hour later he was in the middle of the chattering crowds on a shopping street in the nearest town. He wandered aimlessly between the shops. He had never felt so depressed as he was today. It was the disappointment that crept into him. He had got used to the idea of having a relationship by now, and even found it really beautiful. And now all of his hopes and ideas were suddenly destroyed. But most of all he was disappointed in himself, it was he who had totally failed, he had tried so hard, had struggled so hard, and despite everything he had come to nothing in the last few weeks. Suddenly his legs had become so heavy that he sat down on a bench to rest. His gaze fell on the sky, it was bright blue and cloudless. It was a wonderful day and the mild evening sun shone warmly down on him, but Piccolo did not feel its warmth.He didn't even know why he was sad, but still he couldn't stop a tear from running down his cheek.
Hours might have passed, or minutes, he couldn't tell, but the old man standing in front of him holding a bottle brought him something back to reality. "Here, drink this. You look like you could use this." "What is it?" The old man looked at him a little puzzled, but then replied, "This is schnapps, child. He will help you forget." “Thank you.” Piccolo looked at the bottle, it was still full. Maybe the man was right, and that would really help him. Carefully he opened the cap and sniffed the liquid. It made a poisonous impression on him, and the smell alone stung his eyes, but somehow it also bewitched him. Piccolo slowly brought the bottle to his mouth, but before he could take a sip the bottle was knocked out of his hand and broke on the floor with a clang.
Iala 90 and VAL, my other two new readers, and of course to Kellina, Paen777, cassandra, Piccolo09, decima, kaetzchen, anirdas, Myuu and Dragongirl, my loyal fans.
And now have fun with this short one, and I find (and hope) quite depressing
Part.
Piccolo - Bet that ...! (Part18)
Piccolo had thought so long that it was early evening. He felt miserable to appear in front of Bra in a dress ... no, he didn't even want to think about that. She had helped him so much.
Slowly he got cold under the waterfall, and so he decided to fly into town. He wasn't sure what he wanted there, but somehow he was drawn there now.A quarter of an hour later he was in the middle of the chattering crowds on a shopping street in the nearest town. He wandered aimlessly between the shops. He had never felt so depressed as he was today. It was the disappointment that crept into him. He had got used to the idea of having a relationship by now, and even found it really beautiful. And now all of his hopes and ideas were suddenly destroyed. But most of all he was disappointed in himself, it was he who had totally failed, he had tried so hard, had struggled so hard, and despite everything he had come to nothing in the last few weeks. Suddenly his legs had become so heavy that he sat down on a bench to rest. His gaze fell on the sky, it was bright blue and cloudless. It was a wonderful day and the mild evening sun shone warmly down on him, but Piccolo did not feel its warmth.He didn't even know why he was sad, but still he couldn't stop a tear from running down his cheek.
Hours might have passed, or minutes, he couldn't tell, but the old man standing in front of him holding a bottle brought him something back to reality. "Here, drink this. You look like you could use this." "What is it?" The old man looked at him a little puzzled, but then replied, "This is schnapps, child. He will help you forget." “Thank you.” Piccolo looked at the bottle, it was still full. Maybe the man was right, and that would really help him. Carefully he opened the cap and sniffed the liquid. It made a poisonous impression on him, and the smell alone stung his eyes, but somehow it also bewitched him. Piccolo slowly brought the bottle to his mouth, but before he could take a sip the bottle was knocked out of his hand and broke on the floor with a clang.