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Fanfic: Piccolo – Wetten das...? (Teil 5)

Chapter: Piccolo - bet that ...? (Part 5)



Part 5, part 5, as promised it is longer than part 4 and we hope you like it.


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Bra seemed to feel at home in this tangle, she scuttled through the clothes rack in a good mood, came back every 5 minutes in a completely new outfit and wanted to hear Piccolo's opinion on it. He stood in front of the booth and waited for Bra to show him a new collection. After a short time she came out and turned in a circle in front of him in short pants and the matching top. "How do you like this here?" she asked him while posing like a model. “Or do you think it doesn't go with my hair color?” Piccolo looked at himself, “Looks great,” he growled after a while and Bra, visibly pleased with this answer, put the things on the huge pile on which the already selected clothes were lay. It went on in the meadow for half an eternity and Piccolo saw Bra in at least 15 different clothes and countless other things.

Finally, after years, as he said, he was standing next to her at the register with a mountain of things. “Here, take it.” She held out the money. “I have to get something quickly, you can already pay!” With these words, Bra hurried back into the tangle of clothes and left Piccolo standing at the cash register, completely perplexed.


From now on, Piccolo had to make his way through the crowds, armed with two huge shopping bags, while Bra ran from one shop to the next, dragging out at least one more bag each time.


Piccolo let the buzz of people's voices, the glaring neo light in the shops and the terrible, different sounding music from all shops over him and had not the slightest idea how all this should help him in the search for a girlfriend. He felt miserable and lonely. The howling that came from one of the numerous loudspeakers made him feel sick and that he wanted it, the image of a small beetle overrun by a huge horde of ants occurred to him.

“Will you take that, please?” Bra pushed another bag into his hand and made for the exit. Finally out, relieved, he stepped into the daylight. It couldn't have lasted a minute longer in this horrible room. But a few moments later Bra stopped again in front of a shop and Piccolo read the sign above the entrance. "I'm not going in there," he said immediately. They were standing in front of a lingerie shop. “Oh, doesn't the gentleman dare to go into an underwear store?” Bra looked at him with a laugh. "Well, but you have to go in because you still have the money" and before Piccolo had the slightest chance to give her the money, he had disappeared into the business. Hesitantly he followed her, his legs felt soft, as if they didn't want to carry him any further. But that went too far, what was he actually afraid of? Resolutely opened the door. He had expected a lot, but the sight that now presented itself overwhelmed him downright.He noticed how hot he was when he looked around. He had never seen clothes like this before and he had to admit to himself, which he was reluctant to do, that they caused a certain tingling in his stomach area. For the first time, he also felt this feeling as correct.


"There you are, tell me how do you like this?" called Bra from behind. Piccolo turned around and suddenly turned dark red in the face, and quickly looked away again. Was that just an apparition? Or had he really just seen Bra in a bra and panties? "What do you have?" Just say you've never seen a girl in underwear, that's not all that different than if I was wearing a bikini. It doesn't matter, but you really shouldn't be so uptight. “Piccolo's heart was racing.” Looks great. Here you have the money, I'll go out sometime. "He dropped the money and rushed out of the shop without turning around. When he got outside, he put all the bags down and took a deep breath.He tried convulsively to calm down and not think about the image of Bra that was haunted his head the whole time.


After a while, Bra went out of business, again with two bags in tow, but this time she didn't give them to him. Instead she stopped in front of him and looked at me. What was going to happen again, had he behaved so wrongly? He must have apologized to her. Probably no one she had gone shopping with had behaved as badly as he had before. He was about to say something when she came before him. "Piccolo, I have to apologize to you. I was just taking advantage of you and not paying attention to how you felt about it. I didn't know you would mind this place that much. I'm really sorry ..."




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