her. A lonely tear fell from the corner of his eye ...




Gohan was on the verge of desperation ... His protégé had ruined all well-intentioned attempts. He was neither enthusiastic about the colored pencils Bulma's mother had given him ... he bit them through ... nor about the ball game Kuririn wanted to play with him. Piccolo kicked Kuririn's head instead of the ball.After all ... he didn't try to run away anymore. Gohan groaned when something broke again ... "Oh man ... I didn't imagine it would be that difficult!" Goku grinned at his son ... "Look out, son ... now I'll show you how it works! ”Gohan looked skeptically at his father. Show how to do it? Shouldn't it be better to bring all of the furnishings to safety beforehand? Anyway ... the little one had made it. Gohan plopped down in the armchair behind him ... grimaced ... uttered a sharp scream ... and immediately jumped up again. "Papa ... take a look where I sat on it ... please ..." Gohan turned around and stretched his bottom towards his father. How embarrassing ... "Well ... you have a needle stuck in your butt ..." Goku stated matter-of-factly. "Then pull them out ...!" - "But it could hurt ..." - "Well come on ... Uahhhhhh! Do you still have them all ?!" - "I should pull them out ..." A really demonic laugh ... whose origin was clearly behind the armchair ... interrupted the conversation."Huh ... Huh ... Huh ... Got you!" How did Bulma say? Lovely fellow ...? That fit. Very well actually ... Piccolo came out from behind the chair ... with a devilish grin on his face. Gohan rubbed his damaged back as best he could. Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest ... he was still grinning. "Papa ..." Goku looked at his son ... he had such an unsettling twinkle in his eyes. "What then, Gohan?" - "Please take care of him for a while ... I don't care WHAT you do ... but keep him away from me! Otherwise an accident will happen here ..." I had something like that Goku already reckoned ... "Sure, gladly ... Come outside Piccolo! I'll show you something really great ... Scissors, stone, paper!" The little Namek snorted contemptuously ... "Is that another stupid one Game ?! "-" No ... a fighting technique. "That sounded better. Piccolo followed the person into the garden ... but not too quickly. He didn't want the guy to think he really wanted to learn from him.Gohan meanwhile had his first doubts whether it was a good idea to let his father take care of Piccolo. He wanted to teach him a fighting technique ... If only that goes well!




Fight ... a good keyword. Piccolo ... the adult Piccolo of our time ... and Vegeta had meanwhile reached the battlefield. A picture of horror. Jem and Dario were fighting a couple of guys in cowl-like black clothes. Vegeta, of course, immediately had an unsuitable remark in store ... "You can't cope with these robes ?! Laughing!" But the laughter stuck in his throat. One of these 'ridiculous' robes gave him a hard, dry blow to the stomach. Vegeta gasped ... let out a jerk ... and then collapsed. Off ... the air was gone. Piccolo was at his side immediately. Vegeta was still sensible enough to be amazed to find that the green guy really stood up for him ... and pocketed a lot in the process.But instead of being happy and grateful, Vegeta was pissed off. That was still to come ... He didn't need this limp green thing to protect him like a little baby! Now these black guys should get to see a real Super Saiyan! Vegeta's aura lit up bright ... turned from almost white to gold. Prepared for a fight and as a Super Saiyan he had an easy game with his opponents. So far, five had focused on Piccolo ... three more were on Jem and Dario. Now that Vegeta was powerfully involved in the fight, the five of them pounced on him ... and really ... they could keep him at bay. Not much was to be expected from Piccolo. He lay ... at first sight more dead than alive ... motionless on the floor. The last attack of the five, a gigantic ball of energy that they had created and fired together, he could no longer block. Vegeta wasn't really interested in that ... he called Dario and Jem, who now had three opponents again."Hey ... what about your two friends? They are probably shirking!" He couldn't understand the answer exactly, but thought he heard something like '... they have already had their fight. 'From this answer he concluded that the two were already dead. Vegeta, hovering about two or three meters in the air, ducked under a blow from one of his attackers ... then disappeared, invisible to the eyes of a normal person ... and reappeared behind the black guy. A ki shot pierced the upper body of the robe wearer ... he fell lifeless to the ground. However, only his clothes came down ... empty. Well, Vegeta should be fine. He didn't really care if there were any bodies left or not ... Still ... he was distracted for a split second. Two of the remaining guys used this for a really dangerous attack. But first Vegeta was hit towards the ground by a third person. The hit was extremely precise, it hit Vegeta's back at the kidney level, and it crashed hard on the floor.No time to rest ... the first two were preparing a joint attack. Similar to the one with which they had brought Piccolo down ... As an experienced fighter, one thing was immediately clear to Vegeta ... should this attack hit ... and it would, Vegeta was still too dazed to dodge ... could he'll choose his coffin ...


All of a sudden ... Vegeta didn't know what happened to him ... someone jumped at him from the side and pulled him out of the line of fire just in time. He was amazed when he noticed that it was Piccolo ... "I thought you were flat, green guy!" - "I was too ... but Dende ..." He got no further. Again they were attacked ... this time by six of these strange characters. Jem had obviously lost his fight too ... his body lay motionless on the ground ... only Dario defended himself desperately against his one opponent. He was amazed when he saw that the two strangers ... Piccolo and Vegeta ... took on six of these guys together.

Some distance away ... on our friends' ship to be precise ... Bulma was about to have a fit of anger. In any case, their self-talk sounded suspiciously like that ... "Now Dende too ... Damn it! The guys always leave me alone! It's starting again like it did with Namek! Just wait until I let you in get your fingers ... Don't they think of me at all? What could happen to me here ... alone ... in the dark ... Help, Vegeta! "The usual. When Dende sensed that Piccolo's energy was getting dangerously weak, he flew off immediately ... He couldn't let his big conspecific die! He left behind a violently nagging Bulma ...


"These walking clothes racks are slowly getting on my nerves!" Vegeta gasped between two painful kicks in the stomach ... "Guess who else!" Piccolo replied ... but immediately had to concentrate on the fight again.It was really strange ... the longer they fought with these shadowy figures, the better they got. They learned numerous punches, kicks and ki techniques from their two opponents in a matter of minutes. They had long since forgotten Dario ... just like Dende ...


Immediately after Dende had healed Piccolo, he ran to Dario ... but he didn't want his help. "Let it go, little one ... your powers won't work for me anyway ... keep an eye on my ... ... Spirit ..." None of the four young men had survived this fight ...


And it looked like Vegeta and Piccolo would soon share their fate. After Dario's defeat, they now had seven of these guys on their necks ... and there was no more technology, no more attack with which to surprise this gang. "Vegeta ... I don't like to say it ... but I think we are over by now ..." Vegeta would never have agreed with him now, Piccolo knew that ... but he also knew that Vegeta inevitably said that had come to the same conclusion.These guys wouldn't have had a chance individually ... but as a group ... things looked a little different. Vegeta thought of how one of them had burst like a soap bubble after a single good hit ... The attacks of these black guys were huge and their defenses were excellent, but if you managed to hit them well ... "Maybe we should Change our tactics! ”Piccolo exclaimed, out of breath ...




Gohan cursed ... and cursed his own stupidity. He should have prevented his father from training with Little Piccolo. Well ... afterwards you are always smarter. Mostly anyway ... The reason why Gohan regretted it was not so much the fact that the little one now mastered an attack technique. No, the toddler had already had quite an impact on that ... but such a bath in the ... extremely muddy ... garden pond, little Piccolo looked like a moor ghost. And what do you do in such a case? Right ... bathe the toddler.Piccolo didn't seem to like the lather at all ...


Gohan wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Papa ... did you have to throw it into the pond?" - "It wasn't on purpose, it just happened that way ..." Small accidents happen during training. And also when bathing ... Gohan had his hands full to keep his green protégé in the tub, and about half of the water spilled over the edge. "Let me out of here immediately, man! That's disgusting ..." - "No, Piccolo ... you stay in! You're still full of mud!" - "I don't care!" And then the little one demonstrated impressively what he had learned from Goku ... "Scissors, rock ... paper!" In the middle of the nose. The unprepared Gohan was hit hard ... "Father ... help me!" He shouted to his father, who had meanwhile moved into the kitchen. Where else ... Goku came into the bathroom, eating a banana. "Waf shall if do that?" Gohan looked at his father, shaking his head ... "First swallow ... and then help me to bathe him.You hold him tight ... and I wash ... "No sooner said than done ... you should have seen that! Two grown men ... Saiyajins! ... bathe a little Namek.