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Piccolo gently stroked my head, my hair and finally my back.


"Hey ... look at me ..." he asked me in the next moment and lovingly lifted my head, still lying on his chest, gently up to him.


"Now listen carefully to me and do what I say ..."


My first thought, when he said these words, was about a possible idea on his part, which perhaps guaranteed both of our evil lives, but at the same moment I inevitably erased this hope from my head when I looked into his empty, sad eyes ...


"You ... you can do it ... it's not too late for you ..." Piccolo began to speak in a hoarse voice and gave me a slight squeeze, probably the last he was able to muster, closer to yourself.

"What? How ... what do you mean? You can do it too ..." Deep inside I knew what Piccolo was getting at ... but I didn't want to hear it. No.


"Go away from here ... the city is not far anymore ... there ... they will be able to help you there ..."


"And what about you?" My assumption was confirmed with every single word that Piccolo brought one after the other over his lips, and it seemed anything but easy for him to make this proposal to me ...


"That is not important ... The important thing is that you survive ... do not care about me ... for ... it is long too late for me ..." A small tear slowly ran through the Namek's face when he had laboriously finished his sentence in a tear-choked voice.


I carefully grabbed his hand, which was just about to gently run through my hair one last time, and clasped it tightly in mine.


"Do you seriously think I'd just leave you here, Piccolo?"

Another tear from the Namek ran silently to the floor.


"Do you really think I would leave the one I love, the one I adore in this world? No ... Piccolo ... never, do you hear? Never ..."


An inconspicuous smile flew over his face ... a smile that plunged me into a sea of ​​love and security for a brief moment, but from which I was torn out again a moment later, hard and mercilessly, when Piccolo suddenly began to cough. At first he coughed softly and almost imperceptibly, but then increasingly dangerous and frightening. Apparently the blood in his lungs now seemed to have accumulated in a considerable amount, so that he was having more and more trouble to keep breathing regularly.


Panicked, I looked around, looking for a way to somehow alleviate his suffering from a clue, until my eyes stopped suddenly on a strange, medium-sized plant.The leaves of this plant were partly the size of an ordinary car tire and all of a sudden I had an idea. An idea that had nothing to do with ensuring his survival, but which at least might help to keep him awake at least a little longer.


"I'll get you some water now." I spoke decisively, slowly straightened up and walked quickly over to the plant I had just discovered.


I carefully removed one of the oversized sheets of paper and examined it carefully.


"It should work with that." I finally came to the decision, which promptly brought me a few questioning looks from Piccolo.


"What ... what are you up to?" was his astonished-sounding question, which strangely enough, however, immediately confirmed what I was doing.


Explanatory, I now waved the sheet in front of his face, which I tore off a few seconds ago, and began to bring my project closer to him.

"With that I can carry the water better!" I continued to explain until Piccolo's expression brightened as far as he could.


"Do you think there's a lake or a river around here?"


"I'm not sure, but I mean I saw something like that just before we landed here ..."


I sincerely hoped that I was not completely mistaken, because leaving Piccolo here unnecessarily would certainly not have been the right way.


Again I knelt next to him on the floor ... gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and wanted to go in the next moment to look for a suitable water source in the vicinity.


"Take care of yourself, will you?" Piccolo said worriedly and took my hand again.


"I'll do that. I promise ..." I assured him calmly and carefully removed my hand from his.


Slowly I straightened up, noticed how our eyes lingered on each other for seconds and wondered what intense feelings this fact alone could trigger in me.

With a heavy heart I finally averted my gaze to be able to finally set off. The sooner I left, the sooner I would be back with him ... at Piccolo.


I started off at a quick pace, holding the sheet of paper that was supposed to serve as a container tightly in my hand, when I noticed that my body too seemed to have reached the end of its strength.


Forced to reduce my running pace to a minimum, I continued on my way with difficulty, ignoring the images around me, which were becoming more and more distorted and blurred.


I felt the pains in my body, which were kindled again with every step I took like a dangerously blazing fire, but I felt one thing exactly. It was by no means the pain I suffered from being in this world. No. These had purely physical causes, in contrast to those from which Master Kaio had recently redeemed me with all his might.

They seemed to be two different categories of pain. The ones I had to endure at the moment were superficial ... just purely physical. But the others, who also meant certain death for a long time, were different. It was difficult, if not impossible, to describe it, but I found it to be a kind of deeply penetrating pain ... pain that affected the soul as well as the body. It had no center, the way it could be triggered by a serious injury, for example ... it was just there ... there and everywhere at the same time.


It had only been a little more than a day since my meeting with Master Kaio, so that meant I had at least one, if not two, days left.


With dragging steps I continued on the way ahead of me until I suddenly thought I heard a faint splash. No question. It was the babbling of a brook.So I wasn't wrong and so I once again gathered all my reserves of strength to get closer to my long-awaited goal as quickly as possible.


The source of water in front of me was in a place where visibly more light fell through the thickly overgrown treetops than where Piccolo and I had sat exhausted. Overwhelmed by the water features, which made the little stream shine in a friendly way over and over again, I looked up to the sky and took several deep breaths in and out. And although my bust basket hurt tremendously with every breath I took, I enjoyed this wonderful place for a brief moment.


After a tiny, silent tear ran through my face and I inevitably became aware of the seriousness of the situation again, I finally got down on my knees and cleverly collected a considerable amount of water with the leaf I had found.


"That should be enough for now ..." I stated quietly and decided to lift my head towards the sky one last time ... one last time to be able to feel the warm, soothing rays of the sun on my skin and one last time those flying past Watching birds that found it easy to move smoothly and elegantly through the air ...

"If only I could ... then we would be saved ..." I thought sadly and again a small tear left my now closed eyes.


Once more I enjoyed the refreshing wind that gently touched my face and let my hair fluff up several times in its almost imperceptible waves.


Seconds passed ... seconds that could make the difference between life and death for Piccolo, if it hadn't already been ...


I sat up ... in my hands this oversized leaf which I had converted into a useful water container and in my stomach the unbearable feeling of helplessness ... of being lost ...


But then suddenly something happened that I would never, not even have dared to dream of my wildest imaginations ...


A short, violent gust of wind crossed my face and for a split second I was sure that something in front of me would have moved ... a shadow ... but it was far too fast for my human eye to have a closer look can perceive.

Confused but still convinced that my miserable physical condition alone was to blame for my delusions, I turned away ... just wanted one more thing ... to be with Piccolo again ... to stand by him and never leave him alone again.


However, instead of the path and the trees in front of me, I saw something completely different ... something that suddenly caused my hands to drop the leaf I was carrying so carefully, together with the clear, fresh water, to the ground.


My mind paused for a minimal moment ... but when I inevitably realized that what I was seeing in front of me actually corresponded to reality, I just couldn't believe it ...








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