Hello! We really hurried and hope you like it. The next part won't come anytime soon because I'm on vacation and can't type the stories.


Thanks again for all the comments and now the curtain up for:




Part 14




Piccolo spent the next day trying to figure out what to wear for the evening, but finally decided on his normal clothes. He felt a bit stupid, but at least that was how the day had passed without constantly looking at the clock and thereby becoming more nervous from hour to hour. But when he thought about what he was up to tonight, he got a little restless. He wanted to do something that he imagined the worst by far and what he would certainly never have done if this stupid bet didn't exist. He wanted to go to the disco.


Very nervous he was standing in front of the door of the "Astral" and tried to ignore the beads of sweat that kept running down his face.“We're not celebrating a carnival party here today.” A sullen-looking bouncer had pushed him. "I'm not disguised either," Piccolo growled simply pushed him aside and entered the dark room, from which loud music echoed against him. Inside it was hot and stuffy and it smelled of a perverse combination of perfume and sweat, so that Piccolo could only breathe very shallowly. The music was so loud that Piccolo inevitably felt like creating a pair of ear plugs, but his pride stopped him. Behind him, a bunch of people were pushing into the club and inevitably pushing him towards the dance floor ...


Before he knew it, he was already in the middle of the dance mad, who moved more or less to the rhythm of the music. Piccolo felt more and more uncomfortable and he got the feeling that if he continued to stand there motionless, it would attract even more attention than if he went along with it. Hesitantly, he began to move to the beat of the music, feeling more and more silly.But slowly he got used to duplicating the movements of the crowd and giving them his own style. The song changed and Piccolo noticed how his arms and legs were moving almost by themselves. He felt the booming bass in his bones and he had the feeling that his heartbeat had joined the rhythm.


The next song started and Piccolo had enough for now and decided to take a break and sit down at the bar. But on the way there he was stopped ......




Sequel follows!