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Piccolo - Bet that ...! (Part19)


"Are you really already so desperate that you have to reach for alcohol? Well, I really wouldn't have thought that of you. Just because of such a stupid bet straight away with schnapps. Piccolo, what's the matter with you?" leave me alone. "" Yes, of course, and let my best friend become a drinker here, you probably don't believe that yourself. "" Son Gohan, please, I have to deal with it alone think that's so bad, but please go."Piccolo clearly felt his friend hesitating." You can come to me at any time if you have problems, you know that. "He finally said, but then flew away.


Why had he only done that, why had he sent away the draftsman whom he could tell how he was doing. Piccolo cursed himself for it, that was what he got out of it. Sadly, he got up and pushed himself off the floor, almost as if in a trance. He hardly noticed how he was flying the way to God's palace, but suddenly he was already on the platform. He would have liked to tell his best friend everything, but the actual thing that really bothered him he couldn't tell him anyway, because he wasn't sure what it was himself. He knew he was angry and sad about losing the bet and struggling in vain for weeks, but that was only part of the story. When he thought of Bra, his heart suddenly felt so heavy, and with the best will in the world he couldn't explain where that was coming from.

Piccolo stood lost in thought in the shower. The tension that reigned in him faded a little under the rain of warm water, and so he stood for a while. After a long shower and a glass of water, the Namek flew over the highest dome of the palace and hovered there. He finally wanted to meditate properly again. Before he made any further decisions, he first had to find inner calm and relieve all his tension a little.




Piccolo opened his eyes, he had felt something on his face, but he couldn't see anything. Just blackness around him. O.K., it was night, but at least one saw stars, but he saw nothing. It was as if something had settled on his eyes. Involuntarily he tried to raise his hand to free his eyes, but immediately found that his arms were being pressed against his body by something and he couldn't move them. "Who's there?" he growled, because he had realized that someone was playing his games with him.“Take a guess.” A low voice whispered in his ear. And although he saw nothing, and she suppressed her aura, he recognized her immediately "Bra, what are you doing here !?" Piccolo freed himself from her grip and turned around. "I'm sorry if I woke you up." She said quietly, "But I thought I might sleep here, I just can't stand it at home anymore. Papa has already fled too." Piccolo looked at the small figure in front of him down, who looked sadly at the floor "Of course you can sleep here, I'll give you a room." They flew from the dome and entered the palace. "What's so bad going on with you that even Vegeta is fleeing?" He opened the door to the guest room and they went inside. “Oh, mom and Trunks are arguing, half the house is already demolished.” She looked at him “Piccolo, thank you for letting me sleep.” And before the Namek knew what was happening to him, she had hugged him. "Thanks."


Piccolo got warm, slowly the hug was enough, but just as he was about to tell her that, he noticed that she had already fallen asleep.