the refrigerator and some ice cubes there in the freezer. He wrapped a handful of it in a towel and pressed it to his feelers. For a few minutes he had completely forgotten about Trunks ... when the throbbing subsided, he put the towel, along with the ice, in the sink and turned back to the little annoyance ... "You can grab it really tight, toddler!You are sure to be a strong fighter Trunk ... TRUNKS ?! "But there was no Trunks ... he must have taken the opportunity and made off. At first Piccolo didn't care, this little boy should take care of himself! But soon he had some doubts. Bulma had said he should take good care of him, otherwise ... he didn't want to make any assumptions about the 'otherwise', but took a picture in which he saw himself ... fried, with an apple in his mouth, tastefully arranged on a silver plate .. . in his mind's eye. "I have to find the little boy ... otherwise the shredded meat will make me! "Almost in a panic, he threw his cloak on the floor ... Then a hectic search began. At first only in the kitchen and the adjoining living room, it soon expanded to the corridors and the other floors. Nowhere a trace of trunks .. He even searched the basement and garage, no Trunks there either. "Damn it!Where can the bellows be ?! I've already searched everything, except for ... "Except for ... Except for ... OH YOU SHIT !!!" Except for Vegeta's G-room! "Piccolo ran ... an observer could only have seen a pale green contrail. Down another corridor ... around the last corner ... there was the door! Indeed ... Trunks was doing gymnastics on one of the control panels. He knows Hangman, how he got up there! Piccolo started to jump ... a dive in the direction of Trunks ... he had to get the boy away before a disaster happened. But the disaster happened ... before Piccolo reached him .. Trunks slapped his hand on a switch, activating the artificial gravity. It was only about 5G and Trunks just looked a bit amazed. Piccolo, however, who was still in midair at the time, went completely out of his mind He had adjusted the force with which he had jumped off to normal gravity ... and so of course it was too deep when he jumped to the desk.Piccolo banged his head forward against the desk and lay there ... that would give a headache and a neat lump. But for now he was unconscious ... Trunks slipped off the control panel, hopped on Piccolo's back, crawled over him and out the door ...



When Piccolo came to an hour later, Trunks was of course long gone. The first thing Piccolo realized was that he had a headache ... great. He got up, turned off gravity, which now seemed downright ridiculous. How could that have upset him so much? But that was now a minor matter ... it was much more important that he would find Trunks quickly. Bulma had said she would be gone for an hour or two and they must have been over ... so she could be back at any moment. If he hasn't found Trunks by then ... gulp! So the search began again.Again he frantically searched the entire Briefs family home ... with the same modest success as before. He was in the living room ... only there and he hadn't looked in the kitchen ... when the ajar patio door opened and sheer horror came in. Bulma ... At that moment he suddenly wished he was far away. "All right, Piccolo? Wasn't that difficult, was it? ... ... ... OR ?!" Piccolo's expression apparently spoke for itself, because immediately noticed that something was wrong. "Um ... Well ... How should I put it ..." In view of this stammering, Bulma's inner weathervane changed from 'Slightly cloudy' to 'Storm' ... "Piccolo ... I only ask you once! WHAT - IS - WITH - TRUNKS ?! "Shit. "He ... ran away from me ... uh, crawled away. And now I'm looking for ..." That answer was enough. Bulma weathervane jumped suddenly to 'hurricane' ... She turned tomato red, foam formed in front of her mouth, she growled ... and then she pounced on Piccolo.This green guy had actually dared ... "PICCOLO ... TRUNKS IS THREE MONTHS OLD! HOW CAN YOU LOSE A THREE MONTHS OLD BABY !!!!" For the third time this morning the devil visited the house of letters ... this time at a run and followed by a foaming Bulma. She already knew exactly what she would do when she got her hands on him ... try a recipe Vegeta had told her about. Sliced ​​Namek ... but Piccolo was lucky. As they were just whisking past the kitchen again, a clatter could be heard from there. Bulma stopped immediately and went into the kitchen ... that could only be Trunks! Piccolo used the opportunity to quietly disappear. It was trunks. He had opened one of the kitchen cupboards and was now playing with a few pots. Relieved, Bulma picked him up ... but she had not yet forgotten her thoughts of revenge. "You were lucky again, Grüner ... but I'm still done with you!Piccolo ...? "But, as we already know, it was gone a long time ago. All of a sudden, Bulma's face first got a gleeful, and finally a really diabolical grin. That would have done Vegeta all credit ..." I'll get you still, Piccolo ... you forgot the capsules! "











So ... that's it for me. Are there any more comments from you guys? * beg *