My first fanfic, I won't write any further until I know your opinion, because I don't want to waste my time if nobody likes it anyway. g * * joke *




So because she is about Piccolo my favorite character !!!!!!! It's an adventure story. So far I can only give you the epilogue, Chapter 1 is coming next week and is longer, I promise !! Have fun already. I hope that I have met your taste to some extent.




Piccolo's quest




epilogue




It came to pass at the peaceful time, after Buu's death. Through Son Goku's Genkidama, peace was restored on earth. Nobody thought of fighting anymore. Even the proud Sayajin Prince Vegeta had settled down. Exercise was still a welcome distraction, but it no longer served any purpose. It was accepted that the Sayajins were the strongest beings in the universe and so it was pointless anyway. But there were still a few to whom fighting meant everything and who had done nothing but exercise their entire lives.Piccolo belonged to just such a kind of individual! He was tired of fighting against images of himself for a long time and even he was powerless against the Sayajins. One day he abandoned everything and decided to face new challenges in the deep east, where the green land turned white and the temperatures went below freezing.


On his way through the wise wet he came to Bonetown, the last human bastion from the immense, grueling cold. Only a few dared to look further beyond this city into the ice desert. There were no maps of this place that was beyond civilization. Piccolo had to walk for several kilometers, the icy air constricted every muscle and he was not able to inhale the vital air at these altitudes. All previous challenges, the fight against Raditz, Freezer, the Cell Games, even the fight against Buu could not be compared with this test.Nature was unimpressed by physical strength, it drained everyone to the same extent, and Namekians who were inexperienced with such temperatures suffered particularly. If he could overcome this hurdle, Piccolo thought, he would find his old pride again.


The wind lashed against the huge city wall, in front of which Piccolo had now reached. He had flown for two days and walked for two hours. It was still bearable, to be honest the Namek had imagined this test to be more difficult up to this point. He hadn't eaten for days and was about to go to the inn, but they had to let him pass first. His white cloak was blowing in the murderous wind, he had deliberately not dressed himself very warmly, it was meant to toughen him up. When he knocked on the heavy wooden gate of the city he was surprised at how slack his muscles had become. The throbbing echoed through the pitch-black night. He strongly doubted that he could have been heard.But the small hatch that was a few decimeters below Piccolo's face opened. He could make out two eyes that looked at him very confused. "Guy!" He heard a frail voice speak, "You are so green with cold, why are you not wearing anything?" The hatch closed. Piccolo heard with his excellent ears, which had almost died from the cold, how the man at the hatch behind the gate gave the order to open. When he heard the creak of the huge structure, he took a few steps back. Completely different from what he had expected, the gate only opened so far that he could barely pass through to the side. They had obviously thought it was much narrower.


When the Namek squeezed through the gap, he felt the warmth clearly. His muscles expanded again, he regained strength in seconds, although it had to be just a few degrees more. The four men who opened the gate start at him in disbelief, the other man from the hatch wasn't too surprised.Nobody asked any questions. Piccolo only. "Where can I find an inn here? I'm dying of hunger," he asked politely to the group. One of the men pulled the handkerchief down a little on his mouth, "continue along the main street here, you will get to the market square, there is the" Father Frost "inn. Welcome to Bonetown." Piccolo did not thank you. He turned his back on them and just gave them a hand signal.


As he walked down the street, which was lit by a number of lamps, he realized that this city had not received much from the progress. It was rustic and looked more medieval. Piccolo liked that very much! He had never cared much for progress. “It's always very quiet here at night, no wonder,” he thought. In the distance he saw the market square, behind it was a church, on whose bell tower he read the time. 2 O 'clock. The Namek was someone who didn't need much sleep, but after traveling for two days and 2 hours without resting, even he needed a couple of hours of sleep.When he entered the not very large market square, he could already hear the laughter and the humid, happy mood that no doubt came from the inn. As Piccolo knew, it was a meeting of adventurers who found themselves very strong because they had come this far. He entered the inn and looked around. On the left he saw a very large counter with a few people sitting behind it, an old gentleman was serving. On the right there were tables at which there were hardly any people. When Piccolo looked straight ahead, he could see almost all of the guests standing in a large circle, a fight seemed to be taking place between them. He hardly paid any attention to them but sat at the counter. "Hello? Could you bring me a little something to drink and a bite to eat, it would be nice of you, thank you." The old gentleman nodded dryly and disappeared into the next room. Screams rang out between the crowd, which were so loud that they drowned out the laughter, shortly afterwards the cheers increased and a man was picked up by some onlookers.Another was grabbed by both arms and thrown towards the door that someone had opened earlier, he landed hard on the cold pavement in front of the inn, the door slammed shut again. The expelled man was bleeding profusely and would succumb to his injuries. Piccolo didn't care for people, but that was going too far. He took a step back from his stool and headed for the exit. "Hey you!" he heard behind him, “what do you think you're doing.” Piccolo didn't turn around, but he stopped. "I help the man, he will die if nobody helps him."


The person you had just celebrated said, "The man has insulted my honor, that is the law of the inn, dear. He will get up again and leave the city or die and then leave the city in a coffin! " now the Namek turned around. "So so." he began, "you just insulted my honor, let's fight!" he went up to him.The man was a head shorter than Piccolo and physically quite a strong person. A malicious grin was hidden under his beard, he took up a fighting stance. "If you really want to, come here, then at least he's not so alone, you benefactor!" the other guests were delighted, there were not often two fights in one evening. As they were on their way to position the two opponents, the winner of the last fight flew towards the door at a murderous speed, tore it up and hit the door half a meter in front of the church on the other side of the market square. Without consciousness. His Namekian opponent, who was just standing in front of the door, suddenly took his place. His cloak fluttered a little from his attack. "I'm going to get the man now, the other one stays lying down. Don't worry, he won't freeze to death, he's already dead. If you want to prevent me from doing that, you can try that." Piccolo threw the man behind the counter a little money and drank his water and took a quick bite of the club he had brought him.He was not bothered on the way out. It hadn't been so quiet in "Father Frost" for a long time. "Good luck, stranger!" the bartender called after him. Piccolo disappeared out of the broken door into the market square and grabbed the injured man. He had a long way to go and had endured the company of people for far too long.




sequel follows


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