Halihalo !!


Here I am. Did anyone miss me? Halt1 prefers to say nothing. ^ _ ^ But first an apology is appropriate. But as I've already mentioned somewhere, exams take precedence and lately they have just stacked up with me. But the next part is finished and you don't have to wait five months for it, get it right away ... just not so much enthusiasm.


@ KasumiTendo: Besarye. I got the name from my sister. I was looking for one that I could always use. Because I hate that when I register somewhere my name is already taken. So my sister told me this was from a Celtic fairy and so far it has worked. Oh yes, your picking was overwhelming. Incidentally, I also think such a huge thing * happy * your f is great, but hopefully you could see that from the clerks.


@ Piccolo09: Oh what should I talk about? You know what I want to tell you.But there is one more thing:


PLEASE CONTINUE FAST! So that's it


Did I forget who or what? No? Well then I wish you a lot of fun !!




PS: If anyone noticed, this part is subtitled in French. For a change because of ^ __ ^ I can already see you leafing through the foreign language dictionary ...




Part 4: l´approche


Piccolo was sitting in his room and really had no idea what to do now. It was very clear that he liked Nyota. He had just found that out. Somehow he sometimes regretted having switched sides, that brought him nothing but trouble. What should he do now? The best thing to do is to ignore feelings (it always ends with the psychiatrist ...) (You end up with the undertaker * fg * note from Piccolo) in six months she would return to her planet anyway. Then this problem was resolved. Satisfied with this solution, he began his meditation.

Nyota lay awake in bed. Again. This time, however, she knew exactly what was keeping her from sleeping. Your stomach. It was just growling loudly and demanded to be filled for its right. She hadn't eaten since lunchtime (I think something like that would cause nightmares for some people. Don't you, Son-Goku?) (* Trembling * note from Goku). It was late, but what the heck. She swung out of bed, crept out of her room as quietly as possible, down the hallways, and went into the kitchen. The first problem she faced was: where can I find something edible in this really huge kitchen? The solution wasn't long in coming, as she remembered Popo fetching all the groceries from a pantry next door. The next problem was more difficult. Nyota was absolutely and one hundred percent untalented when it came to cooking. So what to do with all the groceries, pots, and stuff? (I always ask myself * sigh *) (I believe you smoothly, note v.Vegeta) (* Vegeta with look skewer *)


Meditating a little like that can be really good and relaxing, that is, provided you got around to it. And right now it didn't look like that was the case with Piccolo. Yet again.


"That is probably not true!"


In a rage, Piccolo trudged out of the room and towards the kitchen, from which it was already noisy again. Recalling all known torture methods, he approached the source of the evil. He just couldn't believe that Popo had the nerve to fumble around this time again, when he had only told him yesterday what he thought of it. If he didn't have a really good explanation this time, it wouldn't just talk. With a strong swing he opened the door, ready to discharge all his anger over Popo's head. The only problem was that Popo was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his gaze fell on Nyota, who was standing between pans, pots and approx.a dozen other devices looking like she was about to cry.


"Uh ...", he was speechless at first (don't panic, it can happen to anyone) (for some people it would be desirable. Note from Vegeta) (^ __ ^). She looked up.


"What are you doing here at this time?"


"I ... I was hungry and just wanted to eat ..."


"Aha. And where is the problem now, please?", Piccolo looked at the chaos.


"I have no idea about cooking," she admitted meekly. He sighed.


"Why didn't you eat something that you don't have to cook anymore?"


"... because I have no idea about the food on earth?"


An unbeatable argument. Piccolo had trouble suppressing a smile, it was just too funny how she sat on the floor and stared desperately at everything that was around her.


"It would be best if we tidy up first, otherwise Popo will hit the floor tomorrow, and then we'll look for something to eat for you."

"Thanks," she nodded, smiling, got up and started picking up a few things from the floor. He grinned again briefly, then helped her to put the kitchen back in order (how cute ...) (...?! Note from Piccolo). After they had put everything back in place, or so they hoped, Nyota looked to Piccolo for help. He threw a questioning look back.


"What to eat?"


"Oh yes, I forgot." (Alzheimer's is something bad ... * sigh *) (I'm slowly but surely losing my patience ... Note from Piccolo) (* grin *) He opened the pantry and looked around, trying hard to remember what to eat and how.


" So,..."


After a few moments that seemed like an eternity (I'd be kind of embarrassed too) he discovered bread and a piece of cheese. Both things that, to the best of your knowledge, you could eat without having to cook, fry or do anything with them beforehand.He put the things on the table and looked at Nyota invitingly.


“Now what?” She was obviously as smart as he was on this matter. He shrugged his shoulders.


"Well, Goku, Vegeta and the rest of you just cram the stuff in ... but I doubt that's the usual method."


She laughed. "I agree. But I have an idea", with these words she got up and looked around in the drawers, still grinning to herself. Piccolo watched them. In order to ignore his resolution, his feelings, things were pretty bad at the moment. When she had just laughed at his remark, he realized that. At that moment his heart got really warm (Oh, he has a heart? Note from Vegeta) (Shut up, you destroy the mood. You should also be very calm) (* pout * Note from Vegeta).


“Hah!” Triumphantly she held up a knife, came back to the table and carefully began to cut two slices from the loaf of bread.Then she turned to cheese. Meanwhile, Piccolo preferred to deal with his emotional life again. Ignoring one's plans was one thing; doing it was another. And besides, even if he didn't, she was sure to think differently about the whole thing.


Nyota looked a little suspiciously at her "creation". It looked really bad. But she was hungry, so shut her eyes and through (although, the eye eats with ... * zuGokuundVegetaschau * ...!). Or maybe better not? As she was mentally fighting this battle, she noticed Piccolo's absent gaze.


"What are you thinking about right now?"


He looked at her confused for a moment, then recovered.


" About nothing."


"Nothing? Aha," she remarked mockingly.


He made a slight grimace. "At least nothing to break your pretty head over."


" Thanks."


"...?"


She grinned and then finally brought herself to bite into her cheese sandwich.

Why the hell did he just say that? Nice head. For God's sake, could it get any worse? Piccolo wanted to slap himself. How could something like that happen to him? Him?! And then she said thank you. She probably thought he was not quite sane now (....! Note from Vegeta & Besarye) (you will get everything back !!!! Note from Piccolo). Outwardly calm and collected, inwardly close to despair, he watched as she bit off a small piece of bread and slowly, very slowly, and carefully, very carefully, began to chew. Somehow she looked really cute doing it. Stop! You shouldn't think like that, he admonished himself.


"I think I'd rather go to bed hungry," said Nyota suddenly and put the bread down again. It clearly didn't just look unsavory. He grinned.


"That's what happens when you don't have dinner."


"Oh," she pouted. "Keep your advice to yourself."

Now she looked really cute. To distract himself, he got up with a jerk, grabbed the rest of the bread, almost everything, and looked for the trash can. At least he didn't have to look at her like that. That was a good idea anyway. Maybe he should go somewhere else. Emigrate somewhere while she was there. But how should he explain the end and the others? What probably nothing. He sighed. But what else should he do? What if every time she smiled at him, his feelings ran away with him?


She watched him search for the trash can and had to smile. The first time she saw Piccolo, she had been afraid of him. No wonder with the appearance and the facial expression. But that was completely the opposite, even though she had only known him for a few days. She liked him now. He was actually really nice. And he could look really cute, especially if you irritated him. She giggled softly.


"What's so funny?"He had given up his search and just put the rest of the food on the stove, Popo would put it away (slavery !!!) (But no. Popo really likes to do that. Note from Popo) (Ungrateful pack ...)


"Not what to break your pretty head over," she grinned.


He glared at her.


"Oh, do you mean?"


She nodded.


"Well then," he went to the door. "I wish you a good, hungry night."


"Hey!", She jumped up and ran after him. " Wait!"


" Why should I?" he went on unmoved, but had to smile. He went a little slower so that she didn't have much trouble catching up with him. They walked slowly down the hallways in silence.


"Tell me," Nyota finally broke the silence (* breakup * ^ __ ^ sorry). "Why were you actually in the kitchen?"


"To kill Popo."


Nyota stopped and looked at him in horror.


" WHAT?!"


He