Rays of sunlight coming through the blinds enveloped the guest room in a twilight.
I heard Son Goku's family laughing downstairs and my addiction to coffee made itself felt. I was about to sit up when something tugged at the back of my head. I peeked over my shoulder, puzzled. So Piccolo had come back sometime yesterday and that night his hand had gotten caught in my hairstyle somehow. I grabbed it and pushed it aside. Piccolo opened his eyes. He wasn't quite there yet, as perplexed as he looked. "You didn't want to let go of my hair," I nudged his with my index finger. Somehow I stumbled, so I propped myself up with my free hand next to his head. But now he was definitely awake, as wide as his eyes were wide open. “By the way,” I cocked my head, “Good morning!” Again his face was more red than green. Right sweet. "Tomorrow," he stammered. I smiled and climbed out of bed. Yes, that was probably pretty shot. On the other hand, I had a habit of interpreting too much into things. Maybe he was just not used to female company and that was why he was acting so weird. But when I left the room and looked at him again, he still looked paralyzed. My stomach was tingling strangely. "You're about to get your caffeine!" I thought as I walked down the stairs in my short nightgown.

After breakfast we started training immediately. After all, we had to prepare for the fight against the cyborgs. Son Goku insisted that we split into two groups. Of course, he and Gohan were stronger than Piccolo and I, but it felt like Goku wanted to make sure that we were "undisturbed" in the first place. But was that such a good idea when Piccolo thought I was made of porcelain ?! As in the ring, he just avoided me the whole time.I attacked him with a semicircular kick to the head, which he blocked fabulously, but he realized too late that it had only been a phantom image and I rammed my knee into his solar plexus. Worried, I dashed to the heap of rubble that had been a great mountain before Piccolo's impact. My training partner had already pulled himself up again, but he coughed and I was shocked at how much power had gone into my first hit in half an hour. "Are you okay?" I held his shoulder. “Sure!” He grinned and brushed the dust off his clothes. "So now you attack me and I'll hop around!" I suggested. He didn't look too excited. "Only until you have returned the favor," I tried to persuade him.
"What is the name of this ki attack that you used at the tournament?" He distracted from the subject.
"I don't have a name for it. Call it some-genius-extremely-great-special attack or something?"
"Show me how it works."
"All right," I sighed. Hopefully he at least got something out of it.
Towards the afternoon the partners were swapped, Piccolo was now fighting against Son Goku, Son Gohan consequently against me. The little one was really good, no comparison to his friend Kuririn, who had to give me the prize money and the silver medal a week ago. It was a lot of fun to train with him, finally I was able to make use of a few defense mechanisms. Unfortunately, one of my avoidance moves wasn't fast enough and I received a nice uppercut that threw me right between Piccolo and Son Goku. Piccolo, completely distracted by my nosedive, had Son Gohan's father cook him one, and the Sayajin thought it was very funny. I just managed to catch myself just above the ground when Piccolo gave the best of his newly learned ki explosion. He spread his hands in front of his chest, a large ball of energy formed between them, and as he stretched his arms forward, Goku had to change the color of his hair to avoid getting into trouble.The Supersayajin laughed and shook his head as I praised my 'student' with a show of hands. Piccolo smiled sheepishly, I winked at him and then took care of Gohan again. That dubious feeling in my stomach again. What was it now ?! Blood sugar levels too low or what? Piccolo certainly didn't have such problems, apparently photosynthesizing as little as he was eating. Hm, somehow I always thought of him when I had an appetite. This time, Gohan quickly brought me back to reality. I didn't notice how quickly the time passed when we continued.

When the sun had set, Son Goku and Piccolo finished their training to pick up the other two Z-fighters and then return home together. Gohan and Jeneine had spread out in the grass and were chatting.
"Tell me, Jeneine, why did you even take part in the tournament?"
"Because of the money. So that I no longer have to live with my parents."
"Don't you think they miss you?"
The pretty young woman laughed bitterly: "No, definitely not!"
At that moment the Namek and Gohan's father landed next to them.
"Son Gohan, let's go!"
"Yeah, papa!", The boy jumped up, "you know what, Jeneine promised me that she would explain to me about the parabolic zeros!"
"My son, what the hell are raparbel zeros ?!"
"Higher math!" Jeneine grinned as she pushed herself firmly off the floor, almost at the same time as the others. She was beautiful to look at, her ponytail emphasized her pretty, oval face, over whose forehead the fringes of her diagonally cut pony fluttered, she had a sporty, feminine figure, wrapped him in hip jeans and a T-shirt and her seductive, full lips formed a smile. She was always in a good mood, as if she had never been disappointed or hurt in her life. Piccolo just managed to avoid an oncoming eagle.Son Goku and Son Gohan, who had watched the whole thing, laughed to pieces. Jeneine, who wanted to know why, turned around. Curiosity sparkled in her narrow eyes, but she saw only two Sayajins holding their bellies with laughter and Piccolo, who was very interested in the landscape. Goku flew up beside her, still giggling.
"What's so funny?"
"Unfortunately the joke is already over," shrugged Son Gohan's father, "But tell me, what kind of man are you into?"
"How do you come up with that now?"
"Well, you look great, let's see if someone can be found for you!"
Piccolo and Gohan were now talking animatedly about Gohan's favorite comics.
"Well, the most important thing is that he loves me."
Goku nodded frantically.
"And otherwise taller and wider than me, otherwise I'll get complexes!"
"Tell me more!"
"Hmm ... the appearance is actually not that important to me, it shouldn't be a walrus or something like that."
"What about individualists?"
"I know what you're getting at!" Laughed Jeneine, "But to answer your question, all of my friends say I have strange tastes."
"Why, what do you taste like?"
"You definitely won't find out!"
"Well, I can ask the devil later!"
Now she playfully rammed her elbow into his side.
Two meters behind Goku it was about Pokémon.
"Eevee has to like you very much in order for it to develop into Nachtara - oh, Piccolo, I think they want something from you!"
"No, no, tell me about the power-ups first!"
"Um, well."