take poison on that!



Piccolo and Krillin chased Justinchen through the whole CC and had a lot of fun with them. I'll try to describe this bizarre picture that presents itself to us:

Just in front, how it rushed howling and screeching like a siren haphazardly through the CC and looked around again and again at its tormentors.

Piccolo right behind, with a terrifying, devilish grin on his face. He seems to like this hobby and would give his existence as a devil a new purpose in life ... * cough *. He followed Justinchen with extended claws and billowing cloak.

And last but not least, Krillin, running diagonally after Picco, a nasty grin and his typical look on his face."Off to the tuna hunt!" - his new motto.



"Piccolo, Krillin !!"

Those addressed stopped as if rooted to the spot.

"Oh crap, this is Bulma! What do we do now?"

Krillin clung to Picco's cape.

"Hide, go!"

Piccolo dragged krillin behind him and ran down the hall.

"Wuaaah, not so fast!"

"Don't be so squeamish now! I don't feel like letting her shout at me like last time!"

"Hey, stop now! I've seen you guys exactly!"

Bulma ran around the corner and saw only Piccolo's billowing cloak.

"That can't be true! Why is everyone running away from me today?"

She followed them with a snort.

"Just wait if I catch you! You pay me the patio door!"



Piccolo and Krillin rushed on. Up the stairs, along the corridor, down the other side of the house and so on ...

Where could they hide from the dragon?

Once they passed the totally disturbed Justinchen, who was comforted by Yamcha. As soon as it saw the two it began to whimper again.

"No, no, please, don't say it again! Mama, I'm afraid of them! Darling, exercise one's authority!"

"Shh, it's okay, Bears. They won't hurt you!"

"Fag!"

Piccolo couldn't help but ran on, grinning. Behind him he heard Justinchen and Yamcha break out into a crying fit. And then Bulma's nagging voice.

"You bastards! Stop right now!"

"Yes, Bulma, get them! They are so nasty!"

Piccolo dragged Krillin around the corner and hopped behind a massive piece of furniture.

"Shit, no peeping now!"

They held their breath tense and listened.



Bulma came running into the room and gasped for air. She searched the room with a piercing look.

"Yes, yes, just hide. But wait, I'll get you!"
Krillin clung to Piccolo and looked tense at Bulma's feet, which were moving across the room.

"She'll have us in a moment ..." he whispered.

"Shut up, otherwise she can still hear us! It's a miracle that she has not suffered any hearing damage at her volume!"

Piccolo suddenly had the feeling that he was being watched. And Krillin nudged him insistently on the arm.

"Stop it!"

"Picco ..."

"What ?!"

Krillin pointed up.

"Hearing damage, eh?"

"Uh, Bulma, nice day today, isn't it?"



*****

And what were Goku and Vegeta doing in the meantime?



As soon as Bulma and Yamcha had disappeared from the living room, Vegeta stood up as if bitten and looked down at Goku in disgust.

"Yuck, I had your foot in my face!"

"You bit my leg!"

"You had to tell bullshit like that too!"

"And you absolutely had to hide!"
"You let one go!"

"And you almost sizzled the ceiling!"

"BÄÄÄÄH !!"

Both stuck out their tongues and demonstratively turned away from the other.



Something knocked on the window pane and tried to peer through the curtains. Goku shot through it like the sight of a syringe.

"Damn, this is Chichi! Vegeta, you have to hide me, go!"

Chichi walked along the house and found an open patio door.

"Hello, is anyone there? Goku?"

"White, white, white! You mustn't see me like this! Vegeta, hide me, quick !!"

"Forget it! I'll just blow your old woman away!"

"No, don't! Then she scolds me again!"

"What you don't say ..."

A large drop of sweat formed on Vegeta's forehead and he put on a krillin look.

"Goku? Are you there?"

"She's coming! Quick!"

Goku just pushed Vegeta onto the sofa and crawled under the covers. Vegeta had no choice but to spread the blanket over them both.Just in time, because Chichi came stomping into the living room ...



"Oh, Vegeta! Have you seen Goku? I want him to come home at last! The bastard can experience something!"

Vegeta swallowed. He wasn't quite at ease with the matter. Chichi was really a dragon.

"No ... uh, he's not here."

"What a shame, do you know where he is?"

"Hey, don't mess with me!"

"What?"

Vegeta noticed that he had spoken aloud and looked at Chichi hurriedly.

"Uh, nothing! The ... the cat just snuck under the covers earlier ...!"

"Is she gone?"

"Now shut up, Kakarott!"

Chichi shrugged her shoulders, confused at Vegeta's strange self-talk, and looked around the living room. Then she sighed and sat down in the armchair across from the sofa and looked at Vegeta.

"Everyone's behavior has been strange to me for a long time. Goku refuses to come home, Bulma doesn't answer my calls ..."
Vegeta rested his head on his arm with a krillin look and switched off. His brain made a simple "blah blah blah ..." out of Chichi's torrent of speech. Below Goku stirred and Vegeta gave him a kick.

"Ouch! Is she gone?"

"..."

"Vegeta, tell me, is she gone?"

"..."

"Vegeta? Are you still there?"

"How did I deserve this ..."







* giggle * who's playing hide and seek with me? And thank you! You are the best! ^^ I already have a brilliant idea for the special! ^^



caya, your Ani