finally causing Piccolo to stiffly stretch out his hands and reach for the gift.

"Great. Then you can go again!", He tried, although he was aware that his chances of success were zero. As feared, Dende stayed where it was. "You still have to open it," the little god explained and that very fact prevented Piccolo from pounding the thing in the corner and going to exercise: Dende was a child.

So he pulled the strap so hard that it almost hurt and fumbled awkwardly with the wrapping paper. He tried desperately to ignore the grinning Santa Clauses with the thick beards and bellies on them, but he didn't really succeed. When he was about to shred the paper, including this darned bow, the knot of which just wouldn't open, it finally came undone and revealed an old book wrapped in dark leather.

The edges were decorated with gold and the words: "Ethcihcseg Skeman" were stamped on the front.

"I found that in the library!" Dende announced proudly and pulled the silly cap off his head. He took a step closer and finally stood next to Piccolo. "What do you think of that?"

"I don't speak Namek."

Dende laughed. "Well, then you just have to learn it! It's not that difficult."

Piccolo nodded and turned the thick book over in his hands.He had been prepared for a lot, but he hadn't thought that there might even be anything sensible hidden behind this paper.

"Thank you, kid," he said curtly and put his hand briefly on Dende's head. He almost had to bend down. The little Namek beamed again and finally ran back to the exit door.

"Don't you want to come with us? Popo has been practicing" Silent Night "all evening!"

Piccolo shook his head in horror! "You can remove that from your make-up! Not ten horses will bring me into this room again!", He shouted and raised his hands defensively, "And tell Popo, if he sings too loud, I'll come and tear his tongue out with my own hands. "

Dende said as he opened the door and stepped out into the corridor.

For a short time Piccolo stood around the room, slightly lost, the book in one hand and the embarrassing paper in the other. Shaking his head, he burned the last remains of the wrapping paper and finally walked to the large table in the middle of the library.

He wasn't really interested in the history of his ancestors, but maybe it got interesting after all. So he opened the book and started reading ...









Over. Hope this story smuggled the slightest hint of a grin on your face, would be great!

I would of course be very happy about Kommies!



And most importantly: Merry Christmas everyone !!!





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