Hi guys!




The idea for this story came to me when I ... lying in bed sick and close to death from boredom ... was reading my Dragon Ball paperbacks again.




It's really just a short, complete story ... but funny at least! That's something, isn't it ?!




In addition, I have a premiere today! Yes! Otherwise Piccolo always got one on it ... This time he is allowed to hand it out!




Have fun with a nice little story about our favorite Namekian! And woe to him, it's not ...! :-)




Senzu












Blue blood and chili sauce


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“Do you think the two of them will get along well someday?” Kuririn looked up at his friend Goku doubtfully. This scratched his head. "Well ... probably not that soon." Kuririn looked again at the two brawlers."You're certainly right ... If only they didn't blow up the earth!" Goku grinned, but Kuririn had meant the last remark quite seriously. Either of the two alone would accomplish this feat without much effort, and both of them together ... better not think about it. "Don't worry Kuririn ... Piccolo is intelligent enough not to let it get that far!" Kuririn wasn't worried about Piccolo either, but Vegeta, on the other hand, could literally tick off when he was really angry. And right now a thin, yet powerful, ki-beam hissed under Piccolo's left arm and burned a sizeable hole in his cloak. "Vegeta, you brain-burned cow! What's the shit ?!" In the last few years Piccolo had developed from a quick-tempered and extremely easily irritable devil to a very patient and controlled contemporary. Of course he was still a devil, and whoever said otherwise, he emphatically proved the opposite.And if someone annoyed him too persistently, it usually led to the same result. And now it seemed Vegeta was in need of a rub. But the Saiyajin just grinned broadly, up to both ears. "Oh ... nothing special. I just wanted to annoy you a bit!" He hadn't done anything else in the past two or three hours! Piccolo pulled out his mental notepad, which he hadn't used in a long time. There he made two notes. First of all, if Bulma would invite him and Vegeta again, he would certainly not come. Second, and the Namek particularly liked this point, he'd give that puffed-up bug bug a good buff at the appropriate opportunity. Unfortunately, this was not an appropriate opportunity at the moment. They were in the garden of letters, surrounded by all kinds of fragile objects and people. And if he thundered Vegeta in, then he wanted to enjoy it too!"So, so ... you just wanted to annoy me a bit ?! Then be glad I don’t annoy me! You low-voltage garden gnome!" A huge question mark popped over Vegeta's head. At least one could think so. He couldn't do anything with 'weak current' or 'garden gnome'. Quite irritated, he went in search of Bulma to ask her about these two things. Piccolo stayed behind. He felt like a winner and had a superior grin on his face. But if he believed that this disagreement had ended and worked out in his favor, then he didn't know Vegeta well. The next attack by the Saiyan against the Namek occurred while they were having coffee together. Everyone was shocked when suddenly Piccolo, after taking a long drink from his water glass, spat everything across the table. Coughing, he choked out, "What ... what disgusting stuff is that ?!"Bulma sniffed the glass carefully, grimaced and said," Vinegar! Highly concentrated vinegar! Who the ... "Then she saw Vegeta's grin, and her question was answered before she asked it. A similar scene happened during dinner, only this time Vegeta was the victim. For some puzzling reason he suddenly had extra tomato ketchup instead of tomato ketchup hot chilli sauce on his sausage ... He drained half the goldfish pond. The fish survived. Incidentally, Piccolo's grin spoke for itself, just like Vegeta's before Position at the fish pond ... Head under the water, tail ... Sorry! ... buttocks up ... again in an upright position. "Now you can experience something! I'll make corkscrews out of your feelers ... and I'll pull your ears so long that I can knot them under your chin! Something like just ... that can't go unpunished with a prince!"Piccolo played the bored one and yawned demonstratively." Yes, of course ... Put on another record! It probably has a crack ... I always hear something about 'Prince'! "-" You heard that right, Grüner! You should be honored, because after all, I'm a real prince ... the only one! None of you worms is on the same level as me, just so you might know! "Do you know this effect from cartoons or comics, when a thought bubble with gears appears over the head of a thinking person? Sometimes all of the fuses on the person in question blow ... but that's another topic. But the picture with the gears we can keep it calm, because Piccolo was really thinking hard. He couldn't say anything about the fact that Vegeta is a real prince. Yes, yes. But then ... Piccolo's initially somewhat perplexed face brightened up, he grinned, crossed his arms put his arms in front of his chest and got into position."You're NOT the only real prince here ..." Piccolo could hardly hold back, but it wasn't that time yet. Not yet. First he wanted to let Vegeta fidget a bit. And Vegeta looked really more than just incredulously around ... And he wasn't the only one. Almost everyone else was just as amazed at Piccolo's claim. At Son Goku, of all places, the penny fell the fastest. "Piccolo ... you're a rascal!" said Goku and grinned now too. Kuririn poked him on the side. "Hey Goku! You know what!" - "Wait a minute, Kuririn! Piccolo will surely burst the bomb right away ..." Meanwhile Vegeta had slowly lost her patience. "Out with it, you green something! Who should that be?" Piccolo took a deep breath ... as if he was giving who knows what a lecture ... and then simply said "I!" It took a while a second or two ... then Vegeta started laughing like he had never laughed before. He held his stomach and almost fell backwards into the pond ... which this time would certainly have cost the fish their lives.He laughed until the tears came to him ... "You ... you don't really expect ... that ... that I believe you ... that, right ?!" The Saiyan had trouble getting one at all bring out reasonable word. "Believe it or don't ... but it's a fact!" Vegeta suddenly became serious ... "What do you mean ?!" Goku, who had been silent until now, intervened. "Well ... it's very simple! Piccolo's father was king of the earth at the time ... The old man had officially abdicated and officially named him as his successor!" Bulma added, "Actually Piccolo ought to be a king too. It Was his name the Demon King Piccolo, or am I wrong? "Bulma was not mistaken. When the party went on inside, it had started to rain, a very depressed and wet Vegeta stopped in the garden. A very satisfied and cheerful Piccolo, on the other hand, went in with the others. He was in such a good mood that he even played some of the silly party games.1: 0 for Piccolo, King of Demons and Prince of the Earth!












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