Continuation of the story! As always with a small part of the last continuation, for orientation purposes

“I already told you, Gohan. It's time I let the younger generation go first ... Even Trunks and Goths are stronger than me and the two are not even ten years old. When the going gets tough I always had to pass and watch you fight ... It has always been like that. With the Cyborgs, with Cell, and now even with Boo, I almost died. And if I had died this time, not even the Dragon Balls would have been able to bring me back. That would have been final. "He said calmly." I don't know how you can stay calm and relaxed about such a topic, Piccolo. That's still so puzzling about you ... even if we've known each other for so long. "Gohan saw him ignorantly at, Piccolo smiled at the young man's testimony. “If you've died fighting as many times as I have, at some point you're not afraid of it anymore, Gohan.That's the way it is. I've died in combat at least four times, so it doesn't really matter anymore to die a fifth time. "
(anmrk.v. piccolosschatz: Sorry for the sentence ...)
The Namek took another drag on his cigarette and formed a smoke ring
(is very easy .. anmrk.v. piccolosschatz o.O)
With the blue haze. This floated up and then dissolved. Gohan checked his watch. It was almost half past twelve. ,, ... Well, Piccolo. I have to go, mother is waiting for me to eat. "Gohan got up and was about to say goodbye when Piccolo could still catch his sleeve." Hey, don't tell anyone what I told you earlier. Ok? I want to do that myself, Gohan. " Piccolo ... should I come back tomorrow? Then we can get some air. "Piccolo looked at him in amazement. He wasn't used to being" mothered "like that." Uh ... Sure, if ... if you want. "He blushed a little, which Gohan didn't quite escaped.He grinned at his ex-mentor and patted his shoulder. ,, Ouch! Beware of the collarbone. "Piccolo moaned and held the now painful spot." Sorrx, it was not on purpose, Piccolo .. "" Oh, go home, Gihan. It works again. "Gohan made his way outside. He was surprised that he had stayed here as long as he actually couldn't stand hospitals because of the strange air here. Probably because of Piccolo, because he was worried about him. He didn't know, The whole flight home thought about what they had been talking about. Especially about Piccolo's decision to quit the sport. That didn't please the young Sajiayin at all. Piccolo was the only one in the group who was strong and is quick enough to hold a candle to his father. Piccolo was even a little bit better than Vegeta, he just didn't know it.

Meanwhile Piccolo made his way back to his room. He was rolling down the hall in his wheelchair when he saw the ward nurse's face, filled with hatred and apparently very angry.Somehow, in his current health situation, his stomach felt sick. He already suspected what would come next. ,, MR DAIMAO !! I already told you yesterday; THAT YOU SHOULD NOT SMOKE AGAIN !!! THINK ABOUT YOUR HEALTH! "She shouted at him in her annoying voice. Piccolo sighed in annoyance, his ear drummed a little when he walked silently into the room. The nurse followed him." And now will I have eaten lunch. Otherwise you can take care of your make-up for the outdoor area tomorrow, Mr. Daimao! " she slammed the covered tray with lunch on the table for him and disappeared from the room. Piccolo thought to himself and lifted the light blue thermal lid from the food. He quickly lowered it and rang the bell for the nurse. Fortunately there was no other patient in the room. So Piccolo could run free from his aggression towards her "What is it, Mr. Daim ..." "That should be noon ?!You've got your ass on the move if you think I'm going to choke that stuff down, right ?? !! Eat this yourself! "Piccolo tossed her the insulated container with the indefinable contents, which she luckily caught. Piccolo drove to the window." But you have to eat something so that you can regain your strength, Mr. Daimao ... Besides, that's not food, but ... "she lifted the lid and looked. ,, ... mashed potatoes with sauce, fish steak and pudding for dessert. "As I said, you can eat it yourself, fat buffalo." "Well, that's ...!" She left the room with an angry breath and took the container with her. "* Drop * What do I do with that?" deserved, Dende ... "thought Piccolo and ran a hand over his face.

The next day dawned. Piccolo lay calmly in bed and slept. During the night he had no pain or anything like that. The clock was about half past six when the door opened and someone came in. This person switched on the light and the bright neon tubes on the ceiling blinded our Namek so much that he pulled the blanket directly over his head.“Get up, Mr. Daimao, it's washing time. "Piccolo opened his eyes, tired and tired. The voice was new, he didn't know it and looked around the room." ... Well, where is Sister Irmgard ...? " he asked, still fumbling, and looked at the new sister who was standing in front of him with the washing truck. “Sister Irmgard is off today. She said she urgently needs a day off and I should take the shift. "In front of Piccolo's bed stood a good-looking, slim woman about 24 years old with blonde hair and ice-blue eyes." Thank Dende, you heard me ... "Piccolo thought and sighed in relief. Maybe today will be good after all, with the new sister on the ward.
"By the way, I'm Sister Klara ... So, now we're going to take off the bandages and change them, Mr. Daimao. "Piccolo got a tingling sensation in his stomach when he saw the tender hands of the young woman, who were already starting to remove the bandage on his head. ,, ... Piccolo." ,,I beg your pardon?" she paused for a moment. “You can know me Piccolo, lady. "Said the Namek with a slight red sheen on his face. The nurse smiled lovingly at him. Piccolo had meanwhile sat down on the edge of the bed and was pulling his house slippers over his feet. Sister Klara continued to work on the bandages, after all there were a lot of them Piccolo watched her curiously, watching every single movement of her hand. Finally all the bandages were peeled off and she threw them in the garbage on the washing truck. "Wow, you have muscles. Are you a student of Mister?" Satan??" she asked curiously and looked at Piccolo. He was more horrified by this question, which was almost an insult. He noticed how his left eye began to twitch nervously. "Uh ... no ... actually not ..." he replied with a self-control that surprised him. "I'm a private trainer, so to speak, retired."Sister Klara disinfected the wounds." And why didn't you continue? "Piccolo remained silent. Only after a moment did he answer. “Because I had this accident yesterday that I'm here for now. I officially retired from martial arts yesterday. "" Oh, but they must be quite strong and have good stamina, right? "Piccolo blushed when he was asked this. "... Uh ... well ... Uhhm ..." embarrassed the devil scratched the back of his head. "It's not that important, Piccolo. The main thing is that you survived the operation." She smiled at him again. "Right ..." he sighed and Klara put on the last bandage that was on his abdominal muscles. She touched one of the muscles and Piccolo inevitably winced a little. It was like a small electric shock that hit him there. Klara unmolested finished the bandage because she hadn't noticed, then she got up again and got a bowl of warm water from the bathroom next to the door.There she put some soap in the water, including a washcloth, and put the full bowl on the cart. Piccolo looked once at the bowl and then up at Klara, who was standing in front of him. "Would you like to do the soaping yourself, or should I do that?" She asked him in a warm tone of voice. "Uh ... well ... well ... uh ..." Piccolo went totally embarrassed and red. ,, ... I ... uh, I'll do it myself, thank you. "He smiled back a little." Well, I'll wait outside then. Klara went to the door. Piccolo looked at his watch. This sister had only been in his room for 20 minutes, but it seemed longer to him. Much longer . And now he could have slapped himself for why he said he was washing himself ??? ,, Piccolo, old boy ... you're a hopeless case ... "he thought to himself * drop * Then took he took the washcloth in his right hand and carefully began to soap himself. All over
(yes, Gothiclolita89, EVERYWHERE * drooling and piccolosted *)

When he was done, he dried himself off quickly and then sat back in his wheelchair, which was next to the bed.He drove to the door and opened it, but the nurse was not there. Piccolo got a long face and drove out into the hall. Before that he left a note in the room so that Klara would know where he was and not worry about her patient.
Piccolo came into the cafeteria and took some tea. With that he took what appeared to be the last free seat in the canteen, again by the window. It was a double table and he was sitting there alone. What a shame, he thought to himself as he sipped his tea.

So, dat was the continuation. Sorry that it took so long, but with the best will in the world, I could hardly think of anything ... you can see from the chapter name ... well ...