there were bookshelves and a desk ... Really old-fashioned, there was even a goose quill and an inkwell on it. "Auahrg!"That was Vegeta ... one of the open books had 'jumped' at him and 'bit into his nose'." Laff my nafe lof you ... * pull * ouch! ... bastard! No malicious comment from you, grasshopper? Are you afraid of my revenge ?! "Piccolo calmly took a piece of paper and one of the pens, dipped it in the ink, wrote something on the paper and then gave it to Vegeta ... 'I won't open my mouth until the soap thing is over! ' it said, "Is that a promise ?! * lechz * I have enough time to come up with lots of nice new names for you ... Frog would be very suitable ... Or caterpillar, you also have feelers. How about ... "WUCH! Now Vegeta had a black eye too ... Of course, the prince didn't put up with that, and he went after Piccolo ... But before he could reach him, he suddenly saw how Piccolo went pale. Mint green and light pink ... Ugh, horrible colors. Then he pointed excitedly at the wall behind Vegeta."Honestly, cucumber ... I would have thought even more of you! Such a cheap trick ..." - "That's our dinner ..." Vegeta turned around. No trick! Piccolo had been deadly serious ... Now they both backed away from the two ghost women until their backs hit the wall. Vegeta was now as pale as Piccolo. Well, admittedly, the hue was a little different ... The two ghosts slowly floated towards them ... Piccolo and Vegeta both fired a ball of energy, but this had no effect. Now the ghosts were hovering right in front of them ... They grinned at Vegeta and Piccolo, who were firmly convinced that they were about to be eaten, cheekily, kissed each of the tips of their noses and disappeared through the floor, giggling. Relieved, our friends let themselves slide along the wall on the floor ... Hmm? Uh ... what wall ?! They fell backwards, slid down a dark shaft, and finally rolled out the front door ...

Outside! At last! You were out of this ... house ?! Piccolo was slowly doubting his own mind, he had never believed in Vegetas anyway ... There was no house anymore! But the sun was just rising and they could finally see where they were. They hadn't drifted that far ... they were maybe a kilometer too far to the west. From here they could even see Goku and ChiChi's house. They quickly made their way there, better late than never ... Actually, the birthday was supposed to be celebrated, and that meant Goku's birthday today. It then went pretty quickly and when they arrived they were greeted warmly by ChiChi and Bulma ... "Where have you been Vegeta? And how do you smell ... Did you bathe in a sewer?" ChiChi wanted Piccolo had his say when Gohan stormed out the front door, followed by his father. He didn't storm, he was far too tired for that ... and too full of food.Gohan immediately ran to Piccolo "Piccolo! I'm happy to see you! I was afraid that you wouldn't come at all. Where have you been?" The Namek looked at his little friend ... "The * blubber * is a * blubb * long story * blubb * ... "-" Hey cucumber, I thought you wanted to shut up until the soap is digested ...?! "Piccolo had not kept his mouth shut as advertised, but now everyone else was speechless . Soap bubbles? From Piccolo's mouth ?! Well meal! In any case, something that looked like a living, white tablecloth, or just like a ghost, came out of the front door ... As if on command, Piccolo and Vegeta went pale as a corpse. One mint green, the other white ... And then ran away screaming. "What was that supposed to mean now ?!" asked Goku. Then Kuririn stuck his head out of the folds of the white cloth after a bit of tussling. "Hey, can any of you help me shake the tablecloth? Uh ... Weren't that Vegeta and Piccolo? a horde of hungry ghosts after them ... "