Moin, moin you all!


Finally, finally I'm back and of course I immediately sat down to continue writing a few lines!


Here especially for you, part 23 ...








The Saiyajin still didn't seem to have noticed the slightest thing about Piccolo's efforts, which took place behind his back, and so from now on I also tried to do everything I could to keep the prince's attention on me.


"With that ... you will never get away with that, Vegeta ..." I said quietly, just too hoarse and had to recognize a bored but at the same time outrageously arrogant grin in the Saiyan's relaxed expression. Provocatively, he put his fists in his side, almost unbearably self-confident, leaned down a little and just shook his head uncomprehendingly.


"Your mind really seems to have gotten a whole lot out of it for you to talk about churning out garbage!I didn't even have to hit it properly! "Stated Vegeta, proud of his deeds, while I, bent over from enormous pain, kept holding my rib cage covered with broken ribs with my hands.


"Do you seriously believe yourself and someone would save the green now?"


Again I was forced to spit out a small pool of blood through several dangerous-sounding, gasping attempts at coughing.


"I'll tell you a little secret ..." my counterpart continued calmly in the next moment.


"The aura of this green worm has been far too weak for a long time, so that nobody, not even Kakarott, would be able to feel it. Not to mention yours ... nobody here would perceive it anyway!"


Of course, I had long been clear about the prince's words and knew only too well that Piccolo and I would have to do without outside help, for better or for worse. However, as long as Vegeta was busy informing me, needlessly, about the hopelessness of my situation in which I found myself, the longer I could ensure that all his attention was fully focused on me and the chance on his part for Piccolo's project notice would continue to stay low.In the meantime I realized out of the corner of my eye what incredible effort the tall Namek had to keep upright on both legs and how his almost completely weakened body began to stagger in pain. Just the fact that Vegeta apparently couldn't perceive the tortured breaths, Piccolo's wheezing, which every single time aroused the greatest worries and feelings of fear in me, amazed me very much. Several times, to my utter horror, I was able to watch Piccolo almost automatically, almost absent-mindedly, wiping the blood that was still running down in large quantities through his face and the corners of his mouth, exhausting himself several times, closer to ultimate death than to that Life, eyes screwed up.


My thoughts about the Namek were just interrupted when Vegeta grabbed my neck with one hand and then slowly pulled me up to him.His iron-hard grip closed tightly around my throat and when I suddenly couldn't feel the ground under my feet, a tremendous panic spread inside me. Reflexively and instinctively, both of my hands shot to his, with which he now let me kick around a good half meter above the ground without any effort. I couldn't breathe and tried desperately, kicking wildly around me, to find a way out of this precarious and, for me, probably short-lived situation. Fearful I looked into Vegeta's eyes, but all that was to be found there was a limitless emptiness and icy indifference. A moment later I looked helplessly past him and in the following moment, to my more or less happy surprise, I noticed how Piccolo was just about to slowly put two fingers to his forehead.


I immediately realized what goal he was trying to pursue with his gestures, because often enough he had told me about the technique, which bears the impressive name 'Hell Spiral', and how he had constantly and unstoppably refined it over the years.

In a fraction of a second, thousands of thoughts shot through my head at the same time. How long would it take Piccolo to gather and concentrate enough strength for such an attack? In his current miserable condition, would he be able to generate enough energy to really cause serious injuries to Vegeta? And what if the Saiyan should suddenly and unexpectedly notice him? Then it would almost certainly have been too late ...


Although all of these questions came up in no time, I firmly believed that Piccolo was doing the right thing. Yes, he was just about to prepare the last possible thing that remained for our increasingly improbable salvation, with all the effort, all the strength he was still able to muster. Up until this point in time I had never had the opportunity to admire this special technique of the Namekian, but based on the descriptions I imagined it to be quite powerful and at least as destructive.







It wasn't as much as usual, but I thought where you had to wait soooo long ... I'll post something earlier!




btw: I have an idea for a second lemon part ...




What do you think????