... it was really cozy. 'Cozy' in the sarcastic sense ... ChiChi, together with Bulma, took over the organization of breakfast. But only after she had pulled Vegeta's ears out again ... and I mean that literally! Incidentally, he had fallen into the fish pond on his flight from this fury ... Nobody is perfect! But don't tell him that now! Otherwise this is my last FF ... * tremble * Then everything went really peacefully ... By the way, I had taken on one of the most important tasks ever.It was up to me to provide enough ice packs, sour pegs and sunglasses ... Every now and then I had to make a special hangover drink ... made from raw eggs, tomato juice ... I save the details. At least half of the guests yesterday had drunk well beyond their thirst, and were now correspondingly flat. Ok, I've already had experience with schnapps corpses ... in vocational school I have 20 of them at least once a week ... we're actually 21, but I'm anti-alcoholic ... at least mostly. When Roshi and Satan wanted to do my laundry in a duet that morning, I whistled shrilly once, then I had peace from them for the rest of the day ... Yes, there is a little devil in me too ... but you have you have already experienced it on numerous other occasions. The highlight of the morning was ... Dende. You remember? The chamomile tea? That was probably not a good idea at all ... if it was definitely meant well, no question about it.All of a sudden Dende jumped onto the kitchen table ... on which of course breakfast was already, which didn't bother him in the least ... and began to perform a tap dance. And he also sang ... ... ... Well, it wasn't that bad at all. Nevertheless, his appearance caused more than just astonishment, especially with Piccolo ... "Tell me, what did you do with Dende?!?" C18 looked at him innocently ... "After the shock with the old pervert, I got him cooked a chamomile tea ... "Then she shrugged her shoulders. In the meantime Bulma and I had brought Dende down from the table with some degree of certainty ... He slurred something about 'Cute ... I have to try it too ...' And it happened ... First he smacked me and then Bulma pressed on the mouth! So ... if that just seemed crazy to me before ... just typical DBZ ... then this was alarming! From the corner of my eye I could still watch Piccolo take a sip of the tea, he probably wanted to know if something was wrong with it ... Thank god he only drank a small sip! ...Immediately after he had swallowed, he staggered ... and leaned on the table ... "What ... what kind of stuff is that?" Piccolo was anything but secure on his feet, and probably no longer that way completely to yourself. Now 18C drank the tea too ... She probably wanted to know if something was wrong with it. "What on earth do you have cabbages? It's okay!" I don't want to complain ... Definitely not ... But Dende, who was sucking his thumb in my arms ... and Piccolo, who swayed more than a 100-story house of cards, I would have thought otherwise. And decided. Everyone was still puzzling over the tea ... then, of all people, enlightenment came to me. "Tell me ... could it be that Namekians can't tolerate chamomile tea?" Because obviously the tea had an effect on both of them ... well ... an ecstasy pill couldn't have worked better. So while I was putting Dende back in bed ... in the meantime he had started nibbling on my T-shirt ... Gohan made sure that Piccolo sat down on a chair first.When I got back into the kitchen ... there was a hole about five centimeters in diameter in my shirt ... he was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in his hand and sunglasses on his nose ... and was holding it Head. Another corpse ... In the meantime, of course, Goku and Vegeta had destroyed everything that looked like something to eat. I would have loved to strangle them both! Well ... after breakfast together, everyone ... almost everyone went home. Goku and Gohan weren't totally drunk yesterday so they didn't have any problems. Kuririn was wider than a six-lane highway ... but it still had C18. And you can believe me, with this woman you are suddenly ... I mean LITERALLY ... sober. Mr. Satan drove his daughter ... so everyone was taken care of. Only the two doped Namekians had a little problem. Dende could not be approached anyway ... and Piccolo landed on his first flight attempt in the pride of the Briefschen Garten ... a huge, 50-year-old thorn acacia.What is that? Well ... how do I best describe it? Just imagine a big tree ... without leaves ... Yes, very nice! And now add five to ten centimeters long spines to this idea, with which the branches of the tree are covered over and over. The result looked accordingly afterwards: Peppered Piccolo. So he and Dende would probably stay a little longer ... Piccolo was not able to fly, but he was receptive, so we used the time by showing him the pictures. In the late afternoon he and Dende ... Piccolo had to carry him ... on the way to God's palace. It was a quiet, peaceful Sunday evening ... I regretted a little that I wasn't home now. At ten past ten there is always an 'autopsy' on TV on Sundays ... I like to watch it ... even if it is sometimes a bit unsavory. In any case, everything was calm ... but if I had known what was in store for me this week ... But I'll tell you about it next time!



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