Chapter 1




It had gotten a little colder. Hardly imaginable. Piccolo pushed his tiredness away. In his right hand he dragged the injured man behind him, he slid unconscious over the ice, it would not have been a problem even for a weak person to carry him. Piccolo looked at the church, he would put people there and thus save them from death. With the other, free hand, he pushed open the church door and entered the church, which was lit by dim candlelight. In the first bench he saw a few old people kneeling, they were praying. The Namek let the motionless person lie in front of the sacrificial lights, here his body temperature would rise rapidly. Without being noticed, he stepped back through the door into the market square. "Here in solitude, the praised human mind has become nothing more than a stunted remnant of instincts. It's so sad," he thought to himself. Not far away he saw a hole in the city wall.He stepped closer to the hole that was less than ten meters from the church in an easterly direction. "Well, that saves me a lot of questions at the main gate."


When he looked through the hole, he saw nothing but snow-covered trees. The woods were getting thicker in an easterly direction, he had noticed that a few hours ago. Just like the forests, the mountains had changed too. He had never seen such great heights. Even God's palace had to be lower.


Behind the woods a huge mountain opened up, the top of which even the Namekian could not see. That is exactly where he would go. His shrewd mind told him there was no way he could make it home alive. But he loved challenges and when that wasn't a challenge. After squeezing through the hole, he pulled a piece of his white cloak over his mouth and took one step at a time through the deep snow.


When Piccolo turned around after a few minutes he could barely see the city walls, under the protection of the trees he was not at the mercy of the wind.It was actually quite pleasant to make progress, in contrast to the path he had already left behind. He estimated the distance to the mountain he was aiming for at five hours' walk. Resolutely, he freed his mind from all questions and focused on every single step he took. It was moving as if in time lapse, suddenly much faster than before. The mountain, which was in the middle of the dense, white forest, came closer and closer step by step.


Exactly five hours later the Namek found himself at the foot of the mountain. To his astonishment, there was a path at this point. Piccolo would not have dreamed of the fact that a person could get this far and to create a path to do so, all due respect. Although he did not know what to expect at the end of the path and a queasy feeling in the stomach area, he went on. Above the treetops it was there again, the murderous wind from the east. He lashed the mountain as if trying to knock it over.But he broke at the iron will of the Namekian like the Titanic on the iceberg (* g * good comparison, right?). The higher he got, the worse it got. Now and then the ground gave way under him and his reflexes were the only thing that kept him from certain death. Hours passed and all that changed were the meters Piccolo had walked. If he turned his gaze to the right into the yawning abyss, thanks to the blizzard he couldn't see five meters. Something bothered him about it, a storm couldn't possibly be that strong. Excited, he went on and slowly came into the thick clouds. There was nothing to oppose the fog. Only with the sacrifice of all his concentration could he keep the line and not advise against the path. But at a distance of 20 meters, the path came to an end. No, he just paused. On closer inspection, the Namekian saw that there was only a five-meter-long gap that opened up between the path. "If I jump the wind will smash me against the wall.I have to find another way. "


By sacrificing all his strength, Piccolo created an energy shield around himself. As was to be expected, the wind could not penetrate this shield. Now he turned to the mountain wall, to his left. He took a short left and let his fist penetrate the rock. He did the same with his right hand so that he hung on the wall. With this procedure he climbed meter by meter to the other side, where he deactivated his protective shield upon arrival. A satisfied grin spread across Piccolo's face. When he wanted to go further he felt that something was different. The storm had stopped as if it had never existed. In Piccolo's opinion, there was only one explanation for it! Magic! And very strong magic. Only from whom or what was the bad weather kept away and why especially after this crack? The Namek was sure to find the answer at the end of this path. He pulled the cloth from his mouth and took a deep breath before continuing on his journey.

The higher he got, the better the weather became. Birds chirped and it smelled of flowers. It got greener and greener around him. Grass grew between the rocks, which soon covered all the stones. If it weren't for the abyss, you'd think you were walking along a summer meadow. But over the whole idyll lay a dark shadow. Piccolo felt tremendous amounts of strong auras, and they got stronger the higher he went. In a few minutes he would be above the clouds, he thought he still had a long way to go, but the strength of the auras was already so enormous that he could hardly believe it. Above the clouds the Namek noticed that he saw the end of the path just ahead of him. There was no peak on this mountain, it had to be a huge plain that was at the end of the mountain. The mountain was certainly still a good 200 square kilometers in diameter.


Piccolo was right, on the top of the mountain he saw to his left, where he had just seen the mountain wall, a huge plain that he could not see completely with his eyes.He saw fertile meadows, fields, trees and a lot of energies. This plain was clearly inhabited by a large number of civilizations. The way into the plain was a narrower path about 30 meters long that led steeply downwards. In order to be able to hide his aura further, he did not fly but continued his journey on foot. At the end of the path, there was no further way. Piccolo walked across a huge meadow towards the center of energies. When he looked around he saw flowers and plants that he had never seen before. He felt like he was in paradise. The magnificence of the fauna and flora even brought a smile to his face. He was warm under his cloak, which was weighted down with weights. But he didn't take it off, it would be against his training plan. And if there was anyone who stuck to plans with strict discipline, it was Piccolo. He had barely gone a hundred yards when his "reception committee" moved towards him. The Namek saw two objects moving towards him.They flew. Piccolo felt that they weren't very strong. He stopped and waited for what they had to say to him.


They touched down ten meters in front of him. To Piccolo's astonishment, not only did they have two eyes on their faces, they were also on their foreheads. He immediately thought of Tenschin-han.


The one on the right was bald like Tien, a little wider and more muscular than Piccolo's friend. The one on the left had long blond hair, and his face was very different from that of the other. It was narrower and more bony. Both had friendly expressions on their faces. The blonde took a step towards Piccolo and began to greet him. "Greetings, my friend. Welcome to our kingdom. My name is Nortok. I am the son of His Royal Highness Tes von Drol. Since you have come so far, we must assume that you are very strong. We are sorry for you We live here in complete isolation from the outside world. It has never happened that anyone has come this far.From time to time people leave us, but they take an oath of silence and do not reveal anything about us to anyone, even under torture. Since you have found us and we cannot trust you, you stay here for the time being, if you refuse we have to force you to do so. "The other also took a step towards Piccolo. The Namek thought, he had to get out of here somehow. He had gotten himself into something. But he was sure that he could incapacitate them both in a short time." I won't stay with you! You can't stop me, if you should try you will regret it deeply! "He turned his back on the two of them and walked away, raising his aura because he knew it wouldn't stay that way. He listened Piccolo jumped into the air and made a 180 ° turn. Now he saw that the bald man had shot at him. His blow went completely into the void. His opponent hovered about two meters above him and collected a large amount of AI in his right hand.He formed a ball with her, which he threw towards the opponent. The bald man's three eyes saw the disaster coming, without being able to do anything about it. The AI ​​blast was sitting. He hit his chest exactly and let Piccolo's opponent go down with a scream. Nortok was still in its old place. There was a big grin on his face. When Piccolo diverted his gaze from him and directed it back to his other opponent, he saw that he was already standing again. The energy of the bald head increased enormously. His fighting strength increased. Muscles and aura expanded. Piccolo tossed his cloak on the floor and landed in front of him again. He went into his fighting stance while his opponent was still busy mobilizing his energy. The Namek noticed that he was now at least his equal. Now he too began to pump concentrated power through his veins. It was a sense of liberation that made him cry out.A blue aura appeared around him, his muscles tensing. It was now a good half wider than it already was. The bald man was finished and shot at Piccolo. The Namek parried his blow with the palm of his hand. The counterattack also went nowhere. The blows and kicks of the two became faster. It was a long time since a normal person could trace