Well, now I've actually spent the entire day writing and typing this story. And only so that you have something to read. So be so nice and reward my work with lots of comments. (By the way, I'm already at Part 19, I just have to type, but it's so slow ...)


But now read the next part first. Have fun!






Piccolo - Bet that ...! (Part17)


"Wh ... wa ... you know, I think we have slightly different ideas about a relationship." Piccolo tried to take a step backwards, but he was already standing against the wall. He was scared, terrified that she would touch him. He didn't want to look at her, feel nothing at the sight of her. But apparently she hadn't strapped because her hand was getting closer and closer to him despite his reluctant reaction. Piccolo felt himself break out in a sweat, he tried compulsively to control his body parts so that they would not push them away from him and seriously injure or even kill them.He wanted to create new clothes, but his skills no longer obeyed him. “Snake arm technique!” Quickly, like lightning, his hand went forward and pushed the perplexed woman across the room to the opposite wall. Piccolo was breathing heavily, his arm was still outstretched, but now that the shock was slowly draining from his limbs, he could finally create new things again. Immediately he was back on battle suit and cloak. "AAHHHHH !!! You are crazy! A madman! A monster! HELP!" But the Namekian did not react to her screams.


With the hand he still held on to her, he grabbed her arm and stormed out of the palace, over the edge of the platform, and then flew at breakneck speed towards the earth, always keeping her as far away from him as possible held. At the foot of the quince tower he put her down, quickly created a pile of clothes for her and then got away from her. Bet or not, he didn't want to spend another second with her.When he got back upstairs, he quickly turned off the shower, then flew away again. He wanted to avoid meeting Dende or Popo now, because God knows he didn't feel like talking to one of them. After a short time he could see his target, the waterfall. It flew directly under the foaming masses of water that rushed down a cliff and stayed there. The water boomed around him, drowning out all his thoughts. He didn't want to think either, he wanted to rest. Tomorrow he would then see.




Colorful light glittered in front of Piccolo's eyes when he opened them. The sun was already high in the sky and created a beautiful rainbow right in front of him. It was afternoon again, apparently he had ´lept through´ most of the day, which wasn't very bad, because he had nothing in mind anyway. What else should he do? Probably he wouldn't fare any differently with other women than with the last one.He was just not suitable for a relationship, a Namekian. What could he give her when he wasn't a real man? And he was a sissy too, couldn't even look at a naked woman. No, it wouldn't work, he had just lost the bet. Vegeta was right in the end, he couldn't do it. Whether he should fly over to him and tell him that he was giving up. Then at least he had his joy and could choose a dress. The thought made him sick, but it didn't help, he just had to come to terms with it. The birthday was only one night, he could do that. And Gohan and Bulma, who had helped him, would certainly not laugh, and Bra ...


Now he was really sick.