"Hm? Well, last week it looked different ..." Piccolo's black eyes searched the forest for Son Goku's house, but there was nothing to be seen far and wide. Suddenly something snapped into place on him.
"This woman is still completely maddening me! Now I've even lost my way because of her!" The Namek quickly changed direction. Jeneine had been haunted in his head for days, suppressing any other thought. She seemed to have something especially against such sensible ones. Something like this had never happened to him! And that didn't make it any easier. But there was also something good about it. Because his life has been so exciting and interesting lately. It was exciting to memorize every insignificant sentence she uttered, to find out as much as possible about her, to watch her furtively when she laughed or ran her way through her long, caramel-colored hair and then to look away again in good time. so that she didn't notice. Piccolo saw smoke rising from a chimney. He had finally arrived. Jeneine was probably already there, he had had to make a detour. The devil took another deep breath, then landed and knocked on the door. Gohan greeted him with a beaming face and Piccolo stroked his head. Chichi was at the stove, Son Goku slouching on the coach.
"Hey Piccolo! Where have you been for so long?" He stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth.
- “Not that important.” Should he ask where she was? Or could someone notice something then?
Goku patted on the sofa to the right: "Have a seat! Chichi will finish eating in a moment, but until then we can still watch 'Alarm for Anaconda 44'!"
"I'm here to train!" Growled the devil, but Goku continued to chat calmly:
"Jeneine comes * munch * later, she's going to buy something I think -"
"I had to send my arms off again because MY DEAR HUSBAND ate our fridge empty last night!", Chichi hissed.
"But darling, you know me ..."
"Yeah my dear, I know you, but this time you outdid yourself !!"
"Sorry..."
"Don't argue," wailed Gohan.
"Jeneine is such a lovely girl," enthused Chichi now, "she even offered me money to let her live with us!"
"Well, mom, she's had enough, after all, Piccolo let her win the big tournament!"
Did he have to start again ...
"What nonsense, Son Gohan! She threw him full pot out of the ring!" Said Chichi completely convinced, "and besides, it was only the first fight of three that she won! But just as good as Son She's not Goku yet, well, but it doesn't matter, Vice is also a great placement! "
This chick could babble, that was sheer madness. But of course her husband had to prove immediately that his mouth was at least as big:
"But Piccolo, you're lucky, because we only have one guest room and that means you can sleep in one bed with HER!" Piccolo's cheeks and ears turned bright red: "SHUT UP !!!"
Now Gohan added his mustard: "But I thought Namekians don't have to sleep?"
- "You don't have to tell Jeneine about that!", Piccolo and Goku roared as if from one mouth. They stared at each other in amazement, then Son Gohan's father began to roll over the coach with laughter and Piccolo quickly added, "I'm meditating lying down!" added. Gohan gave him an incredulous look and Chichi began - with a furrowed brow - to set the table.

In a good mood, as always, I threw the door open, whereupon, strangely, everyone in the room froze. "Hi!", I took the headphones of my MP3 player out of my ears, which were still booming, "Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored". The faces of my new friends relaxed again. What did they think who I am? A burglar?A mass murderer? They couldn't have razed someone like that to the ground in no time! "Jeneine, sweetheart!", Chichi stormed towards me while I wound up the cable that I had threaded through under my T-shirt. Unfortunately, it got stuck at the top of my V-neck, so I more or less had to grab it and throw it in. "Bulma has to assemble some for you with funk!", Chichi led me to the table, then stopped abruptly. "No, show what you bought first!"
"Here are your supplies!" I handed her 3 Hoi-Poi capsules. "Otherwise I got those," I stretched my leg to the side to show her my new, light green sneakers. Goku put his chopsticks aside and grinned broadly: "Green is your favorite color, isn't it?"
"Uh yes, why?" "Just like that!", Chichi's husband went back to his spaghetti.
Piccolo gave him his most fluid look and I understood. They probably teased him about not having the heart to spank a girl. Chichi now handed me a plate too. "Don't you want to eat anything?" I smiled at Piccolo, who was sitting in front of the television with his arms crossed. "No," he replied curtly. Well, he never spoke that much.
"The * munch * has a queasy feeling in the stomach!", Explained Son Goku. If Namekian looks could have killed, he would have just died the second time.
"Hmm, I heard there was supposed to be a bad gastrointestinal flu going around," I mused as I ran parmesan over my food. Chichi sat down next to me and her son: "Oh, I haven't told you that yet, you have to share the guest room with Piccolo."
"Good," I shrugged.
"Don't worry," Goku dared to talk about my roommate again, "Piccolo would be too shy to attack you!"
I smiled. Yeah, shy, he really was.The poor man was now scrutinizing the gradient of the wallpaper. "And if necessary you just knock him out!", Chichi advised me.
"Watch out who knocks you out!", The Namek had built up next to her in a flash. Even I, where I was sitting behind Chichi, shrank back in shock and Gohan said at the same time: “Hey, Piccolo, was just kidding!” A noodle fell out of his mouth. Piccolo looked me in the eye for two seconds at the most, then turned back to Chichi. He was even a little blushed now. But not with anger ?! "Then when I attack you, right?" I smiled mischievously at him to defuse the situation. And it seemed to be working. He stared at me, completely taken aback, then let himself fall into the armchair with the backrest facing us.

This smile. It should be forbidden. Just like those small, dark green eyes and that nice, open manner. Piccolo was sitting outside on a rock, trying in vain to concentrate on his meditation. At some point he gave up. Actually, anyway, he felt much more inclined to stretch out on the bare stone and look up at the stars. A demon who looked dreamily at the sky ?! Strange but true.
You knew right? She must have noticed long ago that he had a crush on her ... at least she must have guessed it, she wasn't stupid! And yet she certainly had no idea what it did to him when she looked at him so intensely, or even nodded at her cleavage in front of his eyes. And anyway, how did she mean by "If then I will attack you"? That was a joke, wasn't it? Well, there was only one other possibility, and that could be ruled out, because after all he was a Namek and incidentally also the devil himself. Sighing, he got up again and flew back to the house. Everything in there was as quiet as a mouse.Everyone was already asleep. The stairs creaked under his feet as Piccolo went up to the first floor. He carefully opened the second door on the right. The narrow beam of light that fell into the room through the crack in the door illuminated Jeneine, who had snuggled into her blanket. Piccolo smiled, then took off his shoes, turban, and cloak. What if she didn't like what was usually covered by it? So far she had probably only seen antennas on car roofs or television towers ... Well, someone who went to sleep with a boulder on their head was probably just as strange as someone with antennae on their forehead. He quietly closed the door so that it was completely dark in the room again, then he lay down on the free side of the double bed.
A tender one. delicious, fruity scent rose in his nose and clouded his senses. Completely overwhelmed, he listened to those of his steady breathing and a powerful feeling of contentment took over him. "What are you doing with me?", He thought and felt very carefully for her hair. People didn't feel it when you touched them there. It felt incredibly delicate, soft and silky, which is why he just couldn't keep his fingers off it and after a while he fell asleep for the first time in his life.