Hello, here comes part 12. This time a little longer. I won't be able to put in the next part until next Saturday at the earliest, as we're on a school trip. We hope you enjoy the part and thanks to everyone for the comments.




A warm chill ran through Piccolo's body. He felt the pain drain from his body and much of his strength come back. He opened his eyes carefully. The first thing he saw was Dende, bending over him and healing him. Piccolo accepted the procedure willingly because he was still too weak to straighten up. Where was he actually? Above him he saw the cloudless sky and he realized that he was lying on hard stone. His strength was now completely returned to him, so that he could stand up. He was on the platform in front of God's palace and a few meters away from him was Bra. She had turned back again and thank God she was finally back on something.He looked at her seriously. He could clearly see some tears on her face. The thing with her father seemed to have hurt her very much and yet she had apparently carried him this far, because the last thing he could remember was that he had lost consciousness at the lake.


"Are you feeling better?" she asked him. Her voice was thick but she managed, to Piccolo's amazement, to suppress her emotions as much as possible. Piccolo had expected that ....... he didn't know what he was expecting himself, but definitely not. "Mh, I'm fine," he just growled, not having a clue how to act now. Dende took a few steps back and Piccolo stood up. He noticed that Vegeta's blows had battered his cloak quite a bit and he quickly created a new one, then turned his gaze back to Bra. She looked straight into his eyes and Piccolo felt beads of sweat running down his forehead.He felt like he had to say something, but he didn't know what. The thought of the past hours made a shiver run down his spine. He was terrified of saying the wrong thing and anyway he couldn't think of anything. He didn't know what the situation was like for her, he didn't know how she felt. The sweat was running down his face and he still hadn't said anything, he slowly opened his mouth, but a big lump in his throat choked off the words that he was missing anyway.


Fortunately, Bra noticed his desperate attempts to say something and released him. “It's okay,” she said, “We don't have to talk about it, I'll get over it.” She wiped a few tears from her face and smiled at him. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Piccolo asked softly, because he didn't have the feeling that everything was all right again. Bra thought for a while, then hesitantly replied, "Yeah ... uh ... can you take me home?I would like to fly that fast again. "Piccolo smiled" That can be arranged. "He said and went up to her to pick her up. Carefully he put his arms around her, but he didn't really dare to touch her. Wasn't that almost a hug? But he had to hold her tight, otherwise he could


he didn't fly fast, it was all complicated. But once again Bra took him


made the decision and put her hands on him. "You have to hold me tight," she said, amused by his timidity. "Hm" Piccolo was embarrassed by how he behaved. So he took her in his arms and took off.


With Piccolo flying as fast as he could, they were at the Capsule Corporation in less than 2 minutes. But when he was about to land, Bar clung to him tightly and shook his head, this time Piccolo understood immediately. He flew straight ahead and made another round of the earth with her.He plunged into the clouds and rushed so low over the water that it splashed in all directions.


After three quarters of an hour they were back over the western capital. This time Piccolo landed in front of the house and set Bra down on the floor. She tried to take a step, but immediately back into his arms, apparently she was quite dizzy. So they stood there for a few minutes. Finally she broke away from him and took a few steps back. "Thanks for bringing it. It ... it was really nice." She said embarrassed and without looking into his eyes again, she ran into the house.




Sequel follows!