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I come from outside the forest, I tell you, it's very Christmas! Everywhere on the pine tops, I saw golden lights flashing ...

Hey, I can still do it! * g * applause please!



Ok, so here comes another short story from me. As the title suggests, it's about the most beautiful festival of the year: Christmas.

There is not much more to say about it, you will find out the rest in the story itself! I hope you like it!









The bare walls echoed his footsteps as he wandered down the seemingly endless corridor.

"Where is he?" He growled irritably, while his eyes searched the hallway in front of him. Sure, he could feel Dende's aura, but even for him it was almost impossible to locate him exactly here in this labyrinth of corridors, doors and rooms. For 20 minutes he had waited for the little god in the library, 15 minutes of which he had to hold back from shouting for him all over the palace, the next 3 minutes he had killed the time thinking up punishments for Dende and was more 2 minutes later it finally came to the conclusion that it would be a lesson for the little one not to skip the "lessons", for which he sacrificed his precious time when he copied the trilogy of the creation of the universe - which comprised a total of about 3200 pages.

Piccolo growled to himself. Ok, he really wasn't the most patient, but that was really the height! He could experience something if he found him!

Finally Dendes aura seemed to come closer and now the big Namek also felt Popo, who had to be with him. At least he would have thought the black man a little more conscientious, after all, he was Dende's nanny, so to speak! Damn it, Dende was god of this earth, Piccolo just couldn't understand why he was taking it so lightly!

Kami was probably speaking from him, because the devil would not have given a damn whether Dende was learning or not. But that didn't matter now, if he found the little one, he could experience his blue miracle!

He turned sharply to the right and slammed the third door from the left so hard that it hit the wall behind with a loud bang ... However, the room was empty. And he was sure he would find Dende here!

Piccolo sucked in air sharply and let it out through his nose. Immediately his patience really broke!

At the last moment, however, he discovered another door that was somewhat hidden at the other end of the room. It was closed and almost the same color as the wall, so he hadn't recognized it right away.

He stomped at the said door with a quick step. He was sure Popo and Dende were in the room beyond. He didn't know how to do it himself, but he controlled himself and didn't kick the door down as he had initially intended. He gripped the doorknob stiffly and slowly and reverently pushed it down. Then he pushed the door open and -

almost stumbled backwards outside again!

“What the heck is that ?!” he exclaimed and stared blankly at Dende, his servant and what was behind them.

"That was a Christmas tree!" Popo replied proudly, but Dende seemed rather worried that Piccolo had come here.This one, however, was now staring at this ... something in disbelief!

"I can see that too, damn it! But since when have ribbons and balls been growing on fir trees?"

"That was us," Popo explained with a meaningful look, but almost winced when Piccolo stared at him with cold eyes.

"Oh no. I wouldn't have thought of that," he said sharply and glared at Dende, "Tell me, what's this nonsense? That can only be a bad joke!"

The young god swallowed, then smiled uncertainly. "It's Christmas ..." But when he saw Piccolo's face darken, he was immediately silent.

Popo, on the other hand, took sides with his master and even dared to grin like a honey cake horse!

"God and I always celebrated Christmas with a Christmas tree! You didn't know that, Piccolo?"

“No!” He growled, “God has given me his knowledge, but not the memory of an idiotic earthly custom!So? Is this a reason to keep me waiting? You are the god of the earth, Dende, you have better things to do than some nonsense! "

After a few seconds of silence Popo turned back to the poor Christmas tree and tied a bright red bow, which he had just held, around one of the branches. Piccolo felt his anger rise in him, but held back.

"Can't we skip classes today? Just this once?" Dende begged and Piccolo laughed. "We won't even start with that. Come on now, come on. When we're done you can even sleep under this stupid tree from me, but work will be done first, understand?"
The little Namek's shoulders sagged, as did his head. As if he were his reflection, Popo also hung his shoulders and looked reproachfully at Piccolo out of his dark eyes.

"But ..." he began, but Piccolo choked him off. " Nothing but.Get started now, Dende! "







"... After many millennia, which the planet earth needed for its development, the first god finally built his palace. No human beings existed yet and ... um ... Piccolo?"

"What !?"

"If there were no people on earth, what did the first god rule over?"

"He was the protector of the earth. He watched over her. Go ahead now, you still can't memorize the text!"

A little dejected, Dende returned his gaze to the bookshelves in front of him and tried to concentrate. Piccolo was sitting cross-legged in a chair a few yards away. He was dead bored, he just didn't care about all this talk about God and the world! But something prevented him from simply getting up, letting Dende deface the tree with Popo and meditate: It was God.
The old man was in him, although you couldn't see it from the outside and it wasn't as if he could talk to God, but he felt his presence very precisely. He felt influenced by him in his thinking as well as in his actions. In the meantime, however, he had got used to the idea of ​​no longer being 100% himself. It was only a year ago that he had reunited with Kami, but over time it didn't seem as outlandish to him as it did at the beginning. He had been afraid of it, he couldn't deny it, although he would never have admitted it. Afraid that his personality would be erased and that he would simply disappear as soon as he and Kami became one again. But that didn't happen.

In the meantime Dende had already reached the third god on earth. "Medrit was the most powerful god of the three. Overcoming his power-"

"No, wrong."

"What?", Dende asked confused, "Wasn't he the most powerful?"

"Yes, only his name wasn't Medrit.His name was Haque, "corrected Piccolo, bored. No, not a few seconds longer! Actually, he had made it extra long today to show Dende what it was like to keep him waiting, but he hurt himself more with it than the little one Enough was enough, to hell with the punishment!

"Now get out of here. It's enough for today, you can go!"

Dende's eyes shone. "Really?" He called and stood up. "If you ask again, I might change my mind!" Piccolo grumbled and Dende grinned. "Great! See you later, now you know where to find me!"

"Yeah," Piccolo muttered and watched Dende rush out the door. Finally he had his peace again. He must have hated those stupid lessons as much as Dende did, but there were things that had to be, whether he liked it or not.

And of course he hadn't forgotten those stupid Christmas parties God had given Popo.As well as? He had pretty much forgotten nothing that God or himself had ever experienced. But the memory of it was just too - oh, how could he say it? Too human? Popo and God next to a Christmas tree, unwrapping presents and singing Christmas carols! The mere thought of it made his stomach turn ...









Hours later there was a soft knock on the door and Piccolo opened one eye. He quietly sat down on the floor again and growled a "Come in!" towards the heavy wooden door.

But what came in exceeded his worst expectations! It was Dende with a bright red Santa hat and a grin on his face that went from ear to ear and back again!

"Oh God!" He managed, staring at the red fur sack on Dende's head. This (Dende, not the fur sack) closed the door behind him and then slowly walked towards Piccolo.

"No, I have no idea how God put his bloody Christmas CDs!", shouted the big Namek, still captivated with horror at the sight of the red cap.

Dende was a little irritated at first, turned back his grin a little and finally laughed.

"I'm not looking for that either. Popo found it in the kitchen closet -", but he interrupted himself when he saw Piccolo's face and he was afraid of being roasted by a beam of energy. “Anyway,” he continued, “so that you don't end up completely empty-handed, I've brought you a present!”

He couldn't be serious! Piccolo struggled and couldn't utter a word. He felt like he was in the wrong movie! (Note from Kira: That's right. The Grinch would be right, even the color fits! * G *)

So before he could get wild insults and lectures about God's work, he'd rather say nothing at all. He's sure to wake up! Maybe the water Popo had given him was bad, or he was just stuck too deep in his meditation!

Dende rummaged around in his robe and pulled out something quite large and rectangular. To make matters worse, it was also wrapped up.

Dende beamed up at him and held out his present. "Here! This is for you!" He exclaimed proudly.

Piccolo swallowed for the 20th time this minute and looked first at Dende, then at this present and then back at Dende. He didn't even think of suddenly disappearing into thin air, as Piccolo had hoped, and instead wiggled his arms. "There!" He urged,