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Note: Yes, everyone knows the usual, Shonen AI warning, Piccolo is male, Vegeta still has his long hair ... I have to warn you! The part is bad. He's more than bad, he's terribly bad! Better not do that to yourself! I'm even thinking of stopping this FanFic and just working on the other one ...


For everyone who was not deterred, I still wish you a lot of fun, sorry that this part is really bad!



The next few days always passed the same in the space of spirit and time. Vegeta exercised almost continuously, gave Piccolo something to drink and cooled his forehead when the fever set in.


"Greenling here, your water!" Said Vegeta as he entered the room. Silence. “Cucumber?” No answer Vegeta found an empty bed. “Where is the Namek?” He looked around the room. Then he remembered the back door. Every room had one. After opening it, he discovered Piccolo performing punches and kicks against an invisible opponent. "What are you doing here, green guy? 2" You don't see that exercising? ", he growled. Vegeta stepped up to him. The difference in size was considerable. The Saiyajin was just up to his waist (without hair, of course)." Can hardly stand on your feet, but want to train. Do you guys only have suicidal thoughts? "scoffed the prince." Say what you want. "" I do too, don't worry about that, "he replied, slamming the water bottle into his chest.Piccolo took it and emptied it in one gulp. "What is all this actually supposed to mean, Greenling?" "Well, I finally wanted to have a firm and strong body again ..." "How ...?", Vegeta thought confused. When Piccolo saw his gaze, he added: "Dende and Popo have agreed to make me look limp ..." he growled, slightly flushed. Actually it wasn't the answer Vegeta wanted, but he didn't want to let his thoughts look and so he started to laugh out loud. “And that's why you're almost killing yourself?” “I didn't try to kill myself, so stop saying that!” The Namek yelled at him. "I'm just saying it as it is," Vegeta said with a shrug. “Compete against me!” “What?” “Compete against me! I'll show you what it means to mock the devil!” “HA, you are really at risk of suicide,” said the Saiyajin, thus accepting the challenge. Both positioned themselves. "You'll be sorry for that," Piccolo growled.“Don't cry when you're half dead on the floor!” Immediately Piccolo attacked, but Vegeta skilfully dodged. He wanted to hit his leg on the head of the devil when he grabbed it and threw Vegeta on the floor.




"I would like to know what Vegeta is doing in there with Piccolo ...", Dende mused. "You will train, I'm sure," said Popo. "Yes, what else are you supposed to do? They don't like each other very much and don't have much to say to each other. The only time Vegeta was nice to Piccolo was right before he blew himself up with Boo. For that Piccolo had admired him. But that was it. After Vegeta was alive again, everything started all over again for them, "sighed Dende.




"All due respect, I did not think that I would have to turn into a super Saiyan because of you. But you are still weak!" A kick by Vegeta on the green body at his feet made the figure gasp.“It was clear that you were inferior to me!” He kept kicking him. “How did you get the idea of ​​defeating me ?!” His kicks became harder. "Me, the prince of the Saiyans!" He shouted. Piccolo breathed in and out in gusts. His whole body ached, but he didn't want to show any more inferiority. "Sometimes I wish Kakarott was as weak as you. To defeat him so easily, that would be a dream!" "No Vegeta ... you don't wish that ... you wouldn't ... you wouldn't enjoy the fight anymore make ... your victory ... would not be so important then ... You want to fight him ... and have him weaker and not you stronger? You are more pathetic ... than I thought ... " emerged. The prince was perplexed, then angry. "WHO'S PATIENT HERE ?!" he gasped and gave Piccolo such a hard kick in the stomach that he was thrown a few meters away. Groaning in pain, the Namek lay there, unable to move."You should show more respect," said Vegeta simply, ran into the big house from the room of spirit and time and left Piccolo injured. Over time everything went black around him, he passed out.




When he awoke again, he found himself in bed. Vegeta must have got him back in after all. He wondered why he had done that.




At the same time, someone was asking the same question. "I must have been crazy to do something like that. This guy insults me and I'll help him too!" Thought Vegeta while he was having breakfast. "I'll take care of him too! The insane man actually got a fever again. Fever! I didn't even know that Namekians got anything like that. Tight and strong body ... his body is pretty strong ... his skin is too tight, I don't even know what he wants ... you hardly believe that it is so soft ... such soft skin ... What happened here that he almost died?"he wondered. He drank some of the juice before smacking the glass on the table." Wait a minute! AM I ON DRUGS? WHAT THE EXECUTION DOES THE GUY INTEREST IN ?! HE IS JUST A STUPID, CONCEPTIONAL NAMEKIAN! And as weak as a sewer rat. "


Something passed him and got a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "Well, among the living again?" Vegeta scoffed in greeting. "Better to be dead once in Heaven than dead twice in Hell," Piccolo replied calmly. "DO YOU WANT AN ABRASION LIKE THAT AGAIN?" Piccolo didn't answer, but went back to his room. "Strange owl ..."




"This guy gets on my nerves so much, if I could, I would just stomp him in the ground ..." The devil undressed slowly and lost in thought. He wanted to take a shower, to freshen up. His pathetic fitness was bothering him, even though he knew he would never stand up to a Saiyan. But ... maybe by a ruse.Piccolo's mind was sharper than Vegeta's, but tricking wasn't his style. He noticed that he had thought of the prince astonishingly often in the past few days. He never did. Vegeta hadn’t been worth a second of his life to him. Both had once been arch enemies of Son Goku and were "evil". But Piccolo lost this malevolence when he began to regard Gohan as his own son. That little half-Saiyan had changed him. He now regarded the Z group as his friends, protected humanity and even mourned Vegeta. He was a great warrior. Strong, muscular ... and both had character traits that clearly differed from the rest of the Z-fighters. Even if Vegeta had a family, he was a loner, didn't talk a lot and was proud. Like Piccolo. Only the Namek could tell the difference between pride and stupidity. When Piccolo felt the water on his body, he took a deep breath."Actually ... actually Vegeta is really nice compared to before. After all, he helped me ..."


Suddenly the door was thrown open and a Saiyajin stood in front of it, frightened. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? !!!" both yelled at each other at the same time. “Take a shower!” “Take a shower!” “I'm taking a shower!” “But I wanted to take a shower! And after all, I'm a prince!” “Yes, just too stupid that you have neither planet nor people,” sneered Piccolo. “The afterlife is already waiting for you Greenling!” “Stop Vegeta! Think about Dende!” (Note: You remember what Piccolo said at the end of Part 1, what God would have done to Vegeta if he just died let ^ - ^) Vegeta growled. Apparently Piccolo did not want to bless the afterlife a second time. "Fuck off the cucumber, it's my turn and this is the only shower there is here!" "Which you don't say, but I was here first."


After a heated discussion that no one wanted to give in to, they decided to shower together.The shower was large, despite everything they stood in each corner. While Piccolo was lathering himself up, Vegeta was watching him. "Oh man, he has muscles. How come? He doesn't train and still has more muscles than me. He's more intelligent than me and that, although I'm much older. I have aged a lot too, but he hasn't at all. Namekian." are long-lived, but so are we Saiyajins! Bulma will be dead a long time before I become half a grandpa. "The amazed noticed how Vegeta was staring at him non-stop. "What is Vegeta? Never seen a naked Namek?" Piccolo stepped up to him. The prince swallowed. “What's up Vegeta?” “Nothing to do with you!”. HE stormed out of the shower. Piccolo looked after them, confused.




"Shit, what am I thinking? I just wanted to turn his neck and now ... kiss him there ... touch his strong body ... ARGH! What is that guy doing with me?" Vegeta had herself pressed against the door of his room, breathing quickly and uncontrollably."What ... is he doing ... to me ..."