Hi guys, so this is my first FF, so have a little mercy on me. I'm still happy about clerks!

To be honest, I have no idea how to write an FF, I just tried it and it came out!

Warning: oh ... uh * thinking * mh ... I don't know that myself yet, it depends on how the story develops and whether I have any sudden ideas. Otherwise a bit of violence and maybe romance and hate. The rest, well ... we'll see!

Oh yes, if you can't get rid of Räschtschreibvähler ^^ should stop reading here, my spelling is miserable! ^^

Disclaimer: As you probably know, I don't own a single DBZ character, just possibly the fictional girl ^^

Info:

Piccolo does not have the power to heal or regrow small wounds or even parts of the body

"...." Someone is speaking

> ....
§ .... § someone dreams

He couldn't understand it, he had defeated him again.Once again this naive man had defeated the incarnate demon of darkness.

> Why is he so strong, why? <

He couldn't explain it. Couldn't explain why he let him live again and again this time either.

> Why doesn't this bastard kill me. He will regret it, regret never taking his chance. The next time I face him, I'll be so strong that he never wished he was born

His thoughts revolved around Son Goku and his revenge plan.

The last fight had hurt Piccolo very much, Goku had never injured him so badly. He had hardly any strength left and floated aimlessly through the air, high above the canopy of the trees.

> At some point, ... At some point, I'll take over the world to myself ... and realize my father's dream, at some point ... <

He felt how every meter he floated cost him even more strength, he could no longer. The green demon was at the end of its strength.The sudden darkening of the sky, followed by rain and strong winds, did not simplify his current situation very much. The wind whipped through the green forest, its animal inhabitants hiding in their caves and nests, while this mighty storm raged over their homes. For a few minutes you almost thought that night had fallen. The otherwise so blue sky was consistently covered with dark and gray clouds. The inhabitants of the forest held their breath, a frightening silence pervaded the area, while the sky grew angry and frightened the animals with its growling. Everything was so apparently calm in this forest, nothing seemed to move. Except for the little green figure high above the trees.

So one believed ... but a crack of a broken branch, not far from the above events, broke this dead silence. Apparently another figure who stumbled disoriented through the undergrowth of the forest ...> I ... I can no longer ... to ... on ... foot ... I have to continue on foot. I have to find a place where I can relax. And later ... yes later, I'll fly back to my desert to train there, and then finally to defeat him ... <

With these thoughts he gradually drifted towards the ground. His feet felt the bottom beneath them. Now he didn't need any additional strength to fly and could now concentrate entirely on keeping his wounds open, walking and looking for shelter.

His whole body was streaked with severe and sometimes less severe wounds. The injury to his right arm and below his left chest was particularly bad. He dragged himself through the area meter by meter, floating as aimlessly as before. Almost clinging to the trees so as not to sway. When he raised his gaze, now slowly becoming blurred, he didn't want to believe what he saw there at first.Should he finally be lucky! Should it really be what he thought it was, here in this lonely area! That thought alone seemed incredible, almost utopian. A lonely hut in the middle of nowhere!

While he is still wondering whether his eyes had been fooled by his severe injury. At his feet, in the grass, a purple pool of blood collected, which combined with the rain to form a dark puddle. The storm was still raging, Piccolo was already completely soaked and so he decided to go to this hut. Whether it was just an illusion or not would then be revealed. So he dragged himself there with his very last strength.

> Just a little rest, just a little bit ... and then continue ... continue training ... <

The gray-greenish wooden hut looked a bit crumbled, as if nobody had lived there for years. Some windows were broken and it didn't look that cozy either.But she was definitely better than standing out here. Out in this storm, where not even an animal dared to put a paw out of its hiding place.

A few more steps separated him from the hut and when he stood directly in front of it with one last step and felt the wood of the hut under his fingers, he realized that his eyes hadn't played a trick on him.

He opened the door slowly, and it creaked and creaked. Then he looked into a gloomy room. The storm made very little light into the only room in the hut. This was now very sparsely furnished. There was a table in the middle of the room with two chairs and a pile of straw in one corner. Without thinking twice, laid, no, he literally fell into this uncomfortable 'bed'. Seconds later he fell asleep or lost consciousness. But even in this state, he was still thinking of his plans:

§ ... In a careless moment, in a small second of weakness, the demon surprised Son Goku.His aimed blow pierced Goku's heart. One last breath ran through his lungs until he fell to the ground with a lot of gasp. A black veil formed before his eyes, which gradually swallowed his beloved world more and more. He had the feeling of falling deeper and deeper into a dark abyss. Deeper and ... deeper and ... deeper and deeper ....

The hero of mankind was defeated and the demon began to rule .... Piccolo the ruler of the world .... §

The rain slowly subsided and the clouds released the meanwhile night sky. She didn't know where she was, how she got here, she just didn't know anything anymore. She only knew that she had been wandering through this endless forest for more than a day.

She had no idea what had happened to her, from now on she was standing in the middle of this green hell. All of last night she's been walking around without a break, not knowing what her destination is.The girl or young woman was completely sewn through, her legs were tired from running and her bones hurt. So she decided to take a short rest, as the rain subsided more and more and the storm would soon be over. Just close your eyes for a few minutes and then continue running with renewed strength, further through the big city of nature, to get a little closer to her goal, her goal which she did not know ...

So she leaned against one of those hundreds of trees, she didn't care if the grass under her was completely soaked from the rain, after all she was already wet to the bone anyway. She was much too tired to think about it any more and so she closed her eyes for a few minutes. Her dreams didn't make sense to her. The girl saw herself calling in a city .....

§ "Kumiko!, Kenta, Hiroki! Where are you!", She screamed these names desperately. But nobody heard her, everything around her was dark.She saw nothing but this oppressive blackness, it scared her. Not the blackness, for example, nor the desperation she harbored. But this unfathomable fear deep inside her, the fear of when this black fog clears. She also wanted to find people ... people she ... knew ?! "Hiroki! Kenta, Kumiko! Please, where are you!" she called again, but added in her mind:

> Who are you? <

So she walked on and on through this fog of blackness ... But all of a sudden she discovered something ... a city far, far away from her, stretched at the end of the fog ...

For a very brief moment she was happy that she was no longer alone in this place. Until she felt this inexplicable fear even more clearly, a fear of the city? §

She started up. Her breathing was fast and her heart was racing, she still felt that fear inside her.

> But why did I panic about this city? How so?
The sun had set a long time ago, and the moon cast eerie shadows. She didn't know what time it really was, nor how long she had slept. But she knew one thing, that she didn't get any further by sitting around. She had to keep walking, she had no idea where she was going or in which direction she was going, but deep down she was sure to find someone at some point.

> Maybe soon. Yes, definitely

She tried to give herself new hope and to think optimistically. So she got up and continued walking with new strength. But no sooner had she walked a few meters than her eyes saw one of the multitudes of apples, far back between the countless trees.Not a second later she heard a loud growl from her stomach, without thinking about it any longer, she deviated from her actually planned "path" and now walked hastily towards it. Once there, she picked a few of the fruits and ate them greedily. Only the stem of the apple remained, so great was her hunger.

So she was now fed up and wanted to continue on her way. She looked around, looking for a feature that looked familiar to her. But everything looked the same here, she no longer knew from which direction she had come. The young woman knew that this was a fatal mistake. If she would go back the same way without noticing it, she would never meet people, she would .....

> I will die miserably here !!! <

The moon lit up the gloomy forest, but even this could not help her with which direction she had come from. She had a bad feeling inside, she had to keep walking, just don't stop, just go, no matter where.Just keep moving and think as little as possible .....

> Thinking means panic ... and panic means getting moldy here ... <

... so she decided to keep walking, just keep walking. So