Hola !!


Here I am. I know it took two weeks, but I'm in the final exam phase, sorry. (Please send complaints to my school, you can get the address on request * g *) But first, THANK YOU !!!!! For the dear clerks. * beam * Nice that you liked the last part.


Piccolo09: I added a few comments for you. (Somehow you can tell from them how crazy I am ...) And when will new parts of your masterpieces come ??? * can hardly wait any longer *


Maron01: Thank you, thank you, thank you! Did I mention that I like coincidences? ^ __ ^ Do you write too ??? If yes, what????? *curiosity*


KasumiTendo: I'm not angry with Naturlement and you really don't annoy me. But on the contrary. I already understand what you mean and I give it a try, really. And at some point I'll get it right. So, be patient with me, will you? * plead * let me know when you've finished your FF and it's online. * wants to read *


Ok enough talked about.Let's leave the opening credits behind ...


Ladies and Gentleman, Madames et Monsieurs .... we proudly present:




Part 6: Feelings




When Nyota opened her eyes the next morning, she knew immediately where she was. Yawning, she sat up. Sunlight flooded the room. She paused for a moment to enjoy this peaceful moment, then jumped out of bed. She felt at ease, as if she could uproot trees (somehow I doubt Popo would be enthusiastic about it). Nyota looked out one of the windows at the morning sky. She felt kind of good right now. Almost happy.


Dende strolled slowly (as if you could stroll quickly * ashamed *) down the hall to the kitchen. It was such a beautiful morning, actually a lot to train, but since the fate of the earth was at stake, he would probably not be able to persuade anyone. Would he be able to talk to Nyota today?He still hadn't kept his promise. Maybe he had the opportunity to do so at breakfast. Hopefully Popo held back today and doesn't mistake a one-person breakfast for a medieval feast at a royal court again. He still had to grin at the thought of yesterday morning, but in the long run it would probably cause Nyota to seek her safe escape, and he really didn't want that. But if it wasn't Popo who was going to make her do it, it would be Piccolo, guaranteed. All in all, he was pretty cool and unkind to her. Maybe he should talk to him sometime.


While Dende patted through the palace so lost in thought (awesome word, huh?), Nyota had already reached the kitchen. She got ready in no time and almost ran down the hallways. She couldn't wait to continue training, after all, that was her only hope.In front of the door she hesitated, but then took a deep breath and opened it. Her first look was on the table. There was nothing edible to be found on it. She breathed a sigh of relief. Her second glance fell on Piccolo, who was sitting at the said, empty, table. Leaning against the back of the chair, his poor arm crossed over his chest, he stared at Popo, who was standing at the stove and baking a (!) Pancake.


"Good morning!", She greeted the two of them while she sat down at the table across from Piccolo.


“Good morning.” Popo beamed at her over the pan. Piccolo also mumbled something in the direction, but without taking his eyes off Popo.


"You want breakfast?"


"Yes, gladly. What is there?"


"I just make pancakes. But you can have what you want."


"No, no," she said. "Pancakes are ok."


Popo nodded and turned back to his pan. Piccolo had stopped gazing at him and started eating his breakfast.Nyota looked at Popo thoughtfully for a moment, then leaned over to Piccolo and asked softly: “What are pancakes anyway? "Dende had made the layover to the kitchen behind him too. He was determined to get Piccolo to be a little nicer to her guest. He opened the door and paused. The sight that was presented to him there was simply unbelievable.


Popo stood at the stove and let his pancake burn. Nyota sat at the table and looked out into the world, deeply confused. The reason for this sat laughing in his chair. Dende was speechless (that's it? Note from Piccolo). He couldn't remember ever having seen his fellow human beings laugh like that. Had he ever seen him laugh? He stepped next to Nyota, who was still staring at Piccolo in amazement.


" What happened?"


"I don't know, I just asked him what pancakes are. And then he started laughing."


Piccolo had calmed down in the meantime and now looked into three extremely perplexed faces, which, however, did not bother him.

“May I ask why you laughed like that?” Dende was a god, but still terribly curious. (Nobody's perfect ^ __ ^) (Oh, yes? Note from Vegeta) (....!) Before Piccolo got the chance to answer him, they were distracted by Popo, who had just discovered that pancakes weren't really there is good if you linger too long in a hot pan. In short, it went up in flames (well, the pancake, not bum). After a spontaneous extinguishing action on the part of Popo, he had simply poured the rest of Piccolo's breakfast over it, and after everyone had calmed down again and Piccolo had received a new glass of water, Dende turned to him again.


" So?"


"You are not okay with that!"


"Then not," insulted Dende grabbed a glass of water and left the kitchen. Popo put a plate in front of Nyota and gave Piccolo a reproachful look (well, reproachful for Popo's circumstances ... does he actually have a facial expression at all ??).But he said nothing, but also left the kitchen to look for Dende. Nyota meanwhile looked critically at the contents of her plate. It smelled good, but they didn't look very trustworthy.


"Why are you so mean to Dende?"


"Because he shouldn't stick his nose into my business," he muttered.


" But he..."


"No buts. Don't bother me!"


She sighed softly and looked back at her breakfast. She had thought he would be a little nicer to her now.


"You can really eat that?"


Piccolo grinned slightly. "Popo definitely doesn't want to poison you."


Reluctantly, she cut a piece off and put it in her mouth. He watched her slowly chew and swallow. An enthusiastic look appeared on her face.


"Seems to be tasty after all."


She nodded and went on eating. Piccolo watched a little disgusted. He just couldn't get used to seeing someone eat, even though he had lived on this planet all his life.It was enough for him when he had to swallow a magical one again without. Even if it was to his advantage, he had to pull himself together tremendously every time. But for some reason he was unable to take his eyes off Nyota, and he also found that he was feeling sorry for the unfriendly manner he had just shown towards her.


When the last bite was finally gone in her mouth, she pushed back her plate and grinned at him.


"Why don't you eat anything?", She had asked herself this question since yesterday.


"Namekians don't eat," he grumbled back unwillingly. He hated the subject, but tried not to be too rude.


“No reason to be unfriendly again right away, or do you want me to go like Dende?” She hadn't been able to resist this little swipe. He looked at her grimly. Normally she would have wished to be somewhere else now, but after last night (just one more time for all extreme pubeses.They slept in separate rooms) she knew that Piccolo wasn't really angry. But on the contrary. But just in case she was wrong (should happen ^ _ ^) she smiled at him conciliatory, got up and put her dishes in the, really huge, sink.


"Let's go outside and wait for the others," she suggested. Since he didn't have a better idea, and actually didn't want to have it, he got up and followed her (change of power !! Otherwise she always followed him!) (* Bored * Let's celebrate .... Note from Vegeta) (Joke biscuit) (Did I just hear biscuit? * Drooling * Note from Goku) (Um .... * twitch * on ..).


They didn't have to wait after all. The moment they stepped outside on the platform, Goku and Co were already about to land. (Hey, sounds great: "Son-Goku GmbH & CoKg. We're saving your planet" * Sichtotlach *) After everyone had greeted each other and Son-Goku was no longer down, he had expected a second breakfast so firmly he could training to be continued.Nyota was amazed. All had made progress compared to yesterday. That increased their confidence in a victory over Valton. If they kept training like this for six months, this fight would not be a problem. She thanked her father for this brilliant idea of ​​sending her here, even if the consequences were sad. No! Don't think about that now, she scolded herself. You have to do.


That she had really done something, she realized after the training finished what and everyone had made their way home. She was totally exhausted and pretty much everything hurt her. Goku had insisted on teaching her a few fighting techniques. However, he hadn't realized that he was a little stronger than Nyota. And now she was completely finished with various bruises and bruises on the floor of the platform. Hopefully she hadn't broken anything. Slowly and carefully she tried to sit up.


“Ouch!” Now she was sure that at least one rib was over.Getting up was probably not an option. And now? Should she call for help? On the other hand, who should hear them? Dende, Popo and Piccolo were somewhere inside the palace. While she was brooding in front of her, she didn't notice Piccolo step up behind her. He had heard her little cry of pain (And we know that he has good ears * toPoposchielundgrin *) (Are you in any way suicidal? Note from Piccolo) (* panischdenkopfschüttelundemsigweiterschreib *)


and since he knew Goku, he could already guess what had happened.


"Are you okay?"


She looked up with an