I'm only writing this story because I want Piccolo to finally fall in love. So I thought about what kind of person he might be a good fit for and hope that I met him halfway. If you're not interested in something like that, you don't have to read it. - Thanks Nalin. :-)




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For several hours the two men in white work coats and large sunglasses had been driving through the dense forest, where no one who was still half understood would think of even taking a step. The two were finally fed up with her, they didn't want her in their presence for a second longer. They drove until they were sure that they couldn't find their way back, the deeper into the dangerous forest, the less likely they were to see them again. Finally, when it was impossible for them to penetrate any deeper into the unexplored wilderness, they stopped with a great deal of rumble and removed the tarpaulin that was covering them.A young woman of infinite beauty appeared, small and delicate but with a piercing look that shuddered both of them deeply. The taller of the two quickly lifted her out of the Land Rover and placed her on one of the cool stones. However, they did not remove the binding they had wrapped around her thin wrists and drove away as if chased by the devil.




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With one hard blow Piccolo was thrown against the rocks, and attacked immediately with renewed force. He fought for hours with himself and trained hard and with such energy that many people have asked themselves, shaking their heads, for the reason for their ambition. Finally, he sank to the floor, exhausted, and rubbed his forehead. It was time to eat, so he closed his eyes and slowed his heartbeat to its minimum so that it was easy for him to find something edible that was also worth hunting. In terms of energy, it was a dinosaur.He licked his lips, and put on a grin that someone who would have seen him now would have fled screaming. He pushed himself powerfully off the ground, narrowed his eyes to thin slits, and searched the forest for his dinner. He quickly found what he was looking for and approached his goal from the front. He was right, it was actually a dinosaur. The angry animal stood before him, snorting and ready to attack, ready to fight.


But what irritated the Namekian was that the dinosaur fixed a point behind his shoulder. Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation and risked a look behind him. He was frightened. There was actually someone there. One of these human women sat there calmly and watched what was happening. His enemy, however, took advantage of this second and rammed him into a tree with a tremendous force. For a normal person this would probably have meant certain death, but Piccolo was not a normal person, to be precise he was not a person at all.Calmly he patted the earth from his clothes and before the dinosaur would have been able to react, he was already defeated on the ground. Piccolo turned to the human woman. "He could have killed you," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone and crossed his arms. No reaction. He eyed her suspiciously. He had never longed for such a fragile being. And never before such a beautiful one.


Silky ebony hair gently caressed her doll-like face. Her gently curved, deep red lips were unmoved. Sad and slightly absent, her large, sea blue eyes looked right through him, almost as if they were able to see things that remained closed to others.


Her body seemed just as fragile as the rest of her. Snow-white skin, long, thin arms and legs, which were curved very feminine in spite of everything, and she wore nothing more than a thin, white nightdress. Then he noticed that she was tied up and tore it through easily.No reaction. Something was wrong with her. Maybe he should fly her to the doctor in case she was somehow sick. Hardly anyone waits quietly in a spot when a dinosaur has chosen it as a dessert. Piccolo went to her and picked her up. It weighed almost nothing. Maybe they should eat something beforehand. He put it over his shoulder and grabbed the dinosaur with the other and flew to his (somewhat poor) camp. There he set the girl down near the logs, stretched out his hand and lit it.


In the evening it could get very cold. "That's better," he thought coolly and began to prepare the meal. A little later a meat broth was boiling on the kettle and giving off an appetizing smell. The Namek pushed a bowl of food over to the stranger and began to eat hungrily himself, but she did not touch hers. "Finally eat something," said Piccolo, frowning slightly annoyed.Slowly she raised the bowl and carefully took a sip of the hot broth. When she tried to turn it off again, Piccolo forced her to continue eating. Only then did she seem to notice how hungry she actually was, took the bowl in both hands and devoured two more.




Sequel follows.........