his 'should I-kill-or-torture-him' look on ... them It would be really difficult for him to make a decision. Both would be (un) secretly fun for him ... Somehow Piccolo didn't look much friendlier ... at least not really ... Bulma said goodbye to her new boyfriend, and they were on their own again. Again ... The situation was still essentially the same as usual. A strange planet ... a city ... no money ... at least not one to pay with here. There were a few 'smaller' differences ... for example the never-ending rain ... and the insignificant fact that your ship was completely junk and sunk in the sea.The sea ... apparently it more or less covered the entire planet. The city they were in now wasn't built in the country either. It was on a platform that hovered a few meters above the surface of the water. Bulma was amazed once more by the technology ...


"And ... any ideas what to do now?" Bulma asked around while Piccolo hissed away some passers-by who had been staring at her for a long time. In return, he showed his long-forgotten look as a devil ... In the absence of a bathroom, they were forced to take their bath in a public fountain. The subsequent rain shower was of course free of charge. If there was one thing in abundance on this planet, it was water ... Vegeta was certainly not much help in this hopeless situation, he just growled to himself ... together with Piccolo. The two of them were throwing insults at each other again ... Bulma wasn't interested this time.She had realized the full extent of her misery, and now she was sitting howling on the floor ... in a puddle. Dende, of all people, took over the lead now, to a certain extent ... "Pull yourself together! We have survived worse things ... think about Boo! First we should organize some money ... right?" The 'or' came then again rather hesitantly ... but his words had achieved their goal. Bulma stopped crying ... the other two interrupted their argument ... Dende was right! You couldn't just give up now! With a determined movement, Piccolo wrung a lot of water out of the ruff of his cloak ... >> Don't press it, I want to sleep .... << Oh yes ... the spirit. The snoring nose was still there ... Piccolo sighed. "Dende, you are right ... Come on ... we will probably be stuck here on this planet longer ... And I don't want to experience something like the inn again!" At the last sentence he glanced at Vegeta. .. this acknowledged this with a growl.Bulma rolled her eyes ... well, at least the two weren't fighting ...




Meanwhile, Goku and Gohan were much more lucky. The Briefs family, however, less so ... The strudel had appeared, just as Bulma had said ... only unfortunately in the middle of the living room. Somehow everything that wasn't nailed down or heavy enough to withstand the suction had already been sucked in ... But Gohan was still arguing with his father. Yes ... the two really argued! And the reason for the argument was just clinging to Gohan's pant leg ... "Gohan, we can't take him with us!" Goku sounded really angry by his standards. "And why not, papa ?!" - "We would change the future ..." Yes ... Gohan had already thought of that. If they took the young Piccolo with them now, he would never be able to train the Gohan of this timeline ... "Gohan ... be sensible! He MUST stay here!" Sensible ... his father, of all people, had to use this word!Was it sensible to let Cell blow you up ?!


Piccolo wasn't sure what they were talking about ... at least not entirely. But it was about him, that was clear ... Obviously one of them wanted to take him with him ... wherever ... and the other didn't. At some point in the course of that argument, Piccolo had clung to this one person ... the one who wanted to take him away. One half of him ... the one that contained his father's memories, which was practically grown up ... thought that was sentimental nonsense. The other half, however ... the little child, not yet a week old ... longed for this closeness. The child gained the upper hand. In the last few days this person had taken such good care of him ...


"Father ... we can't leave him here! Besides ... our time wouldn't change! Bulma has already explained that ..." Yes, she did. Terribly complicated and scientific, but Gohan had largely understood it.His father only got the final sentence stuck ... 'What you do here has no influence on your time ...' Luckily. But take the little one with you ... "Gohan ... please ..." Goku was at his wits end. It didn't suit him to argue. "No father! Either he comes with ... or ... or I'll stay here!" Gohan picked up the little Namek and took him in his arms ... this time without resistance ... Goku couldn't believe it. His son wanted ... At that moment Bulma spoke up. She was slightly acidic from about the time her TV had disappeared into the vortex ... and the sofa had just said goodbye. It was enough ... "Could you dumbbells come to an agreement ... BEFORE our whole house is gone ?!" Goku swallowed ... he wouldn't have dreamed that his son would go that far. He looked at Gohan ... at little Piccolo who snuggled up to his 'father' ... and at Bulma, who was now tomato-red. "All right ... in the name of God and three devils ... take him with you!But ... YOU are his papa! YOU take care of him! ChiChi would thank her if I ... you know! "Sure ... Gohan had already thought that far. His mother couldn't stand the adult Piccolo ..." ARE YOU BOTH OFF SOON ?! "Bulma reminded 'timidly' that it was time to go ... father and son ... no ... grandfather, father and son stepped through the opening of the vortex ...




The four of them had been walking through the streets of the strange city for hours ... "I think we could have saved the bathroom ... with the rain ..." said Dende ... and was right again. They were all wet to the bone. First they had walked through the spaceport docks ... between warehouses ... now they had reached a pub and entertainment district. "Ha guys ... look at that poster!" Bulma's exclamation caused her companions to stop ... An advertising poster hung on a house wall ... 'The great opportunity - the great fight!Whoever holds out a round against our champion wins 1,000 credits! Get rich in 10 minutes! Everyone only has one chance! 'A grin crossed the faces of Piccolo and Vegeta ... so much for the money worries ...


About 20 minutes later ... and 2,000 credits richer ... the four were on their way again. Piccolo and Vegeta were in a surprisingly good mood ... "You know what, green guy? You put on a great show!" - "And that from you, Prinzenrolle!" Piccolo had allowed himself a 'little' joke with the 'Champion'. The man, who had already been treated by Vegeta, was already nervous ... and then to face a Namek who makes you mad ... Piccolo had played the role really well ... So the little detour had been used several times. Among other things, they had learned a thing or two about the city ... also why it was called Smoochie-Town ... Obviously someone who called himself 'Smoochie' had all the strings in his hand.If you needed something noticeable ... weapons, drugs ... or even a fast ship without further questions ... he was the right address. In any case, that was the one version of the city's nickname ... only Bulma seemed to know what to do with the second version. Vegeta ... and especially the two Namekians ... couldn't do anything with it. Allegedly there was the largest gay entertainment district within a radius of several light years ... Bulma had to laugh at the question marks that hovered almost visibly above the heads of her three companions. As a real big city kid, she could at least relate to the term. Well ... she told herself ... better clueless than uptight. Not knowing that at least Vegeta and Piccolo would learn the meaning of this term in a rough way ...


Because this Smoochie had set up his 'office' in one of these establishments. Following the description they were given, they looked for the appropriate bar ... and soon found what they were looking for.In the middle of the entertainment district ... But the next problem arose in the form of two very strong, and very steadfast, bouncers ... Entry forbidden for women ... and only couples were allowed in. Vegeta was amazed ... no women ?! And still only couples ?! That not all alarm bells were ringing for him at that moment ... hardly understandable. Bulma suddenly had her 'I-have-an-idea' look. "Boys ... you are waiting here! I just want to get something quickly ..." NOW the alarm bells rang, even in a duet ... because Piccolo seemed to smell the roast too. With a bad feeling in their stomachs, they waited ... and waited ... and waited ... And it was raining. It was raining the whole time ... They found a small canopy nearby, under which they could take shelter from the rain ... After a good two hours, Bulma finally emerged from the crowd on the streets ... she had two shopping bags with you. "So ..." she explained "... now we're looking for a quiet corner where you can both change ..." Bulma and her ideas.She pushed her three companions into a dark side street ... the numerous small balconies that hung over the alley, almost completely shielded it from the continuous rain ... They all found it pleasant to escape the pounding for a few minutes. The mood sank rapidly, however, when Bulma unpacked her shopping ... at least with the prince and devil. Because Bulma had shopped for THE TWO ... The first thing that came to light were black, shiny, leather pants ... extremely tight. Bulma tossed it to Piccolo. "It's for you ... to get dressed!" Piccolo stared at her, his eyes widening ... "I beg your pardon ?!" was all he could get out. "Man, you are hard to understand! You and Vegeta ... you go in there as a couple! There is no other way to get to this Smoochie ... and he is the only one who can get us a ship without the necessary papers!" As a pair?! Bulma continued ... "And