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Neue Heimat - Neue Liebe?
New home - new love? 9
New home - new love? 9
Um ... do you still know me? So, here, too, I apologize thoroughly for my long * dull date squint * ... my very long silence. If you want to know more about the absolutely convincing reasons (don't worry, I wasn't kidnapped by aliens), you should take a look at part 8 of Dear Diary. Ok then to the usual re-clerks:
@ KasumiTendo: 3 month? Wow * ashamed * sorry * totally contrite * but great that you still haven't given up on me * cuddles *
@Piccolo_rulz: Oh, you know, champagne tastes good even if you've been lazy ^ __ ^
@Aika_Angle: My first fan mail came from her * hugging to death *
@ Shiruy: when I read your commi I always turn red. So much praise and then from Veggie-chan * grin *
Okay that's enough. Here's part 9:
Good question, right? He couldn't think of a good answer to that.
"Well? What is it?" She looked him straight in the eye.This time she wasn't going to let him get away with it that easily.
Great. Piccolo had no idea what to say to her. So all that remained was to flee. No sooner said than done ... uh ... thought, done, he raised it briefly, put it aside (Yeah! Furniture back!) And went on. She watched him go speechless. He had really dared to ignore her question completely and just put her aside. Well wait, she thought grimly. Not like that. Not with me, my friend!
When he was in his always and the door was closed, Piccolo relaxed a little. He had actually expected her to follow him, but it hadn't happened. On the one hand, that helped to relieve him, a lot, on the other hand, he was somehow a bit disappointed. But only a tiny bit. But at least he had a bit of grace now to come up with a new plan. Sighing, he sat down on the edge of the bed.That would be a long six months (And I haven't even started properly * fg *) (Sadist !! Note from Vegeta and Piccolo)
Nyota stood in front of Piccolo's door, furious. If he thought he could escape her like that, he'd cut himself. At first she toyed with the idea of knocking, but rejected it again. That would just warn him unnecessarily. So just closed your eyes and went through the middle or door.
Finally there was silence. A really good opportunity to meditate and it was always the best way to think. He sat cross-legged and concentrated. He enjoyed this heavenly tranquility for a full two minutes. It took that long before Nyota had finally decided on this rather radical approach. She yanked the door open, stormed into the room and wanted to unleash a scolding tirade on him, but broke it off after the first syllable. His concentration was a bit confused with shock, actually it was practically gone with the wind.The result was a really rough landing on the ground. He stared at her in disbelief. She grinned back. From their point of view, he deserved this fall. But despite her glee, she held out her hand to help him up, which he ignored completely and came up on his own. She shrugged her shoulders. Then it's not possible.
"What do you want?" He finally asked in a rather annoyed tone. After all, it had just snowed into his room like a hurricane (What kind of formulation? Note from Vegeta) (Do you want to criticize my spelling? * Fix *) (Yes! * Stare back *) (Say, you are you tired of life?) (* think about it again * * gulp * ... uh no. Note from Vegeta) She looked at him briefly, confused, then the real reason for her "visit" occurred to her again.
"What do you think of just leaving me standing there when I'm talking to you ?! And just pushing me to the side ?! And anyway, why are you acting so strange ?!"
"The only one who's acting weird here is probably you. You know, on this planet you usually knock before you go into someone else's room."
"... can't you even answer my question?"
Piccolo sighed inwardly. And he had always thought Vegeta was annoying, although, somehow, she looked cute when she was angry. Nonsense, he shook his head mentally. Just don't think about it.
"Listen, I really have better things to do than deal with your moods, so if you allow me ...", he walked past her, out the door and was gone. (Vegeta, what are you doing?) (* Mumble * I pray! Note from Vegeta) (...?!) (Well, if he has ever disappeared ... Note from Vegeta)
Dende was just discussing the creation of a new flower bed with Popo, Popo was desperate to have sunflowers when Piccolo stormed in from the palace and flew away before either of them could say anything.
Dende shook his head. "Well, slowly I think Piccolo is not ticking quite right anymore."
"Why do you believe that, master?"
"His behavior lately has been quite strange."
Popo smiled slightly.
"Do you think that's normal?"
"What is normal here?"
"True again. But still. I would like to know what's behind it." Lost in thought, he slowly walked towards the palace. Popo watched him go, his young master really still had a lot to learn.
Dende ran down the hall to his room and had to yawn violently several times. It was really a bit late. All the more surprising that Piccolo went on another excursion at this time. He would ask him about it tomorrow and go to bed now. But first, he wanted to say good night to Nyota. He knocked on the door of her room but got no answer. She can't sleep yet, he thought. Was she in the kitchen?Of course, after training she was definitely hungry. So, turn around, back to the kitchen. This walk had been done in vain, the kitchen was deserted as if sayajins didn't exist, but the sight of them belied this claim. Dende was surprised, but didn't think about it any further, and went to bed. (Carefree fellow ...) (What do you expect from a small, green pea? Note from Vegeta) (... as if you were bigger ...) (* pout * Note from Vegeta) (* grin * Note from Piccolo)
Popo decided about an hour later to do the same. Before that, however, he had to fix the kitchen, which was probably like a battlefield, after the Sayajins had let off steam in it. As he approached the kitchen, he heard faint sobs from the kitchen. He opened the door carefully and as silently as possible. Nyota was sitting at the table and had been crying, obviously for a long time. Popo, who was not really used to such situations, when was the last time a god howled, hesitated at first, but then made himself noticeable by clearing his throat.Nyota startled.
"Popo ...!, She quickly wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.
"You are in trouble?" (No, Popo, she is as happy as a flea in a dog's skin. * Roll your eyes *)
Instead of an answer, there was only a low sob from her. Popo just interpreted it as yes.
"You want to talk about it?"
She shook her head. "Better not. I don't want to burden you with my problems."
"That won't be a burden. Talking maybe can help?"
"... but ..."
"No buts! You tell me the problem and I'll clean up the kitchen." (Hau! Popo has ... Oops, sorry slipped out of my pen.)
And when there were no replies, he began to turn the battlefield into a kitchen again. Nyota watched him for a few minutes and sobbed a few more times. Only after Popo had put a Tem ** box on the table in front of her and she had dried her tears did she slowly and hesitantly begin to tell.From Piccolo and his extremely "nice" way towards her, from her feelings for him, from the kiss and the subsequent little difference of opinion and his disappearance. And because she was so beautiful at it and Popo was a very good listener, she also told him about the problems on her planet, her father and your friends. (Girl, go to the psychiatrist.) (Excuse me, you write this crap! Note from Nyota) (So you would have to go to a soul doctor ... Note from Piccolo) (* cry * * now your own temp ** -Boxing usage * After she finished, she took the last handkerchief, wiped the last tear from her eyes and sighed deeply. It was really good to be able to talk everything off your mind. Nevertheless, her worries were far from gone. Popo, however, did . The kitchen shone in new splendor. (The question is, how much longer ... * zuGokuschiel *)
"are you feeling better?"
She nodded slightly. " I guess so.Thanks for listening. "She actually managed to pull off a small smile.
"I think I better go to sleep now. It's getting late."
"I wish you a good night."
"Thank you, me too."
A little later she was lying in her bed staring into the dark. Somehow she was afraid of the next day. She wondered how Piccolo would behave towards her tomorrow. And more importantly, what should she do? Would he even be there? At some point she finally fell asleep.
Outside the moon shone brightly in the night sky. In its light, a figure approached the edge of the platform. She landed noiselessly and walked just as quietly and slowly towards the palace.
Stop!!! Until here and not further. That's it for now. First of all, a little self-criticism. Somehow I can't even get a serious undertone to bring it up to him. The comments just slip out of my mind * sigh *.
But on a different topic. A certain person pointed out to me that the next part is already the tenth. Quasi an anniversary part, i.e. something special has to happen. Oh really?! Well, let's see.
Suggestions and criticism as always under 2 comment "on the left under (just in case some have forgotten * smile *), or to besarye2607 @ aol. Com, if you do not want to make the death threats public * lol *.
Happy Easter to all!!! And look nice eggs ^ _ ^
Besarye
Um ... do you still know me? So, here, too, I apologize thoroughly for my long * dull date squint * ... my very long silence. If you want to know more about the absolutely convincing reasons (don't worry, I wasn't kidnapped by aliens), you should take a look at part 8 of Dear Diary. Ok then to the usual re-clerks:
@ KasumiTendo: 3 month? Wow * ashamed * sorry * totally contrite * but great that you still haven't given up on me * cuddles *
@Piccolo_rulz: Oh, you know, champagne tastes good even if you've been lazy ^ __ ^
@Aika_Angle: My first fan mail came from her * hugging to death *
@ Shiruy: when I read your commi I always turn red. So much praise and then from Veggie-chan * grin *
Okay that's enough. Here's part 9:
Good question, right? He couldn't think of a good answer to that.
"Well? What is it?" She looked him straight in the eye.This time she wasn't going to let him get away with it that easily.
Great. Piccolo had no idea what to say to her. So all that remained was to flee. No sooner said than done ... uh ... thought, done, he raised it briefly, put it aside (Yeah! Furniture back!) And went on. She watched him go speechless. He had really dared to ignore her question completely and just put her aside. Well wait, she thought grimly. Not like that. Not with me, my friend!
When he was in his always and the door was closed, Piccolo relaxed a little. He had actually expected her to follow him, but it hadn't happened. On the one hand, that helped to relieve him, a lot, on the other hand, he was somehow a bit disappointed. But only a tiny bit. But at least he had a bit of grace now to come up with a new plan. Sighing, he sat down on the edge of the bed.That would be a long six months (And I haven't even started properly * fg *) (Sadist !! Note from Vegeta and Piccolo)
Nyota stood in front of Piccolo's door, furious. If he thought he could escape her like that, he'd cut himself. At first she toyed with the idea of knocking, but rejected it again. That would just warn him unnecessarily. So just closed your eyes and went through the middle or door.
Finally there was silence. A really good opportunity to meditate and it was always the best way to think. He sat cross-legged and concentrated. He enjoyed this heavenly tranquility for a full two minutes. It took that long before Nyota had finally decided on this rather radical approach. She yanked the door open, stormed into the room and wanted to unleash a scolding tirade on him, but broke it off after the first syllable. His concentration was a bit confused with shock, actually it was practically gone with the wind.The result was a really rough landing on the ground. He stared at her in disbelief. She grinned back. From their point of view, he deserved this fall. But despite her glee, she held out her hand to help him up, which he ignored completely and came up on his own. She shrugged her shoulders. Then it's not possible.
"What do you want?" He finally asked in a rather annoyed tone. After all, it had just snowed into his room like a hurricane (What kind of formulation? Note from Vegeta) (Do you want to criticize my spelling? * Fix *) (Yes! * Stare back *) (Say, you are you tired of life?) (* think about it again * * gulp * ... uh no. Note from Vegeta) She looked at him briefly, confused, then the real reason for her "visit" occurred to her again.
"What do you think of just leaving me standing there when I'm talking to you ?! And just pushing me to the side ?! And anyway, why are you acting so strange ?!"
"The only one who's acting weird here is probably you. You know, on this planet you usually knock before you go into someone else's room."
"... can't you even answer my question?"
Piccolo sighed inwardly. And he had always thought Vegeta was annoying, although, somehow, she looked cute when she was angry. Nonsense, he shook his head mentally. Just don't think about it.
"Listen, I really have better things to do than deal with your moods, so if you allow me ...", he walked past her, out the door and was gone. (Vegeta, what are you doing?) (* Mumble * I pray! Note from Vegeta) (...?!) (Well, if he has ever disappeared ... Note from Vegeta)
Dende was just discussing the creation of a new flower bed with Popo, Popo was desperate to have sunflowers when Piccolo stormed in from the palace and flew away before either of them could say anything.
Dende shook his head. "Well, slowly I think Piccolo is not ticking quite right anymore."
"Why do you believe that, master?"
"His behavior lately has been quite strange."
Popo smiled slightly.
"Do you think that's normal?"
"What is normal here?"
"True again. But still. I would like to know what's behind it." Lost in thought, he slowly walked towards the palace. Popo watched him go, his young master really still had a lot to learn.
Dende ran down the hall to his room and had to yawn violently several times. It was really a bit late. All the more surprising that Piccolo went on another excursion at this time. He would ask him about it tomorrow and go to bed now. But first, he wanted to say good night to Nyota. He knocked on the door of her room but got no answer. She can't sleep yet, he thought. Was she in the kitchen?Of course, after training she was definitely hungry. So, turn around, back to the kitchen. This walk had been done in vain, the kitchen was deserted as if sayajins didn't exist, but the sight of them belied this claim. Dende was surprised, but didn't think about it any further, and went to bed. (Carefree fellow ...) (What do you expect from a small, green pea? Note from Vegeta) (... as if you were bigger ...) (* pout * Note from Vegeta) (* grin * Note from Piccolo)
Popo decided about an hour later to do the same. Before that, however, he had to fix the kitchen, which was probably like a battlefield, after the Sayajins had let off steam in it. As he approached the kitchen, he heard faint sobs from the kitchen. He opened the door carefully and as silently as possible. Nyota was sitting at the table and had been crying, obviously for a long time. Popo, who was not really used to such situations, when was the last time a god howled, hesitated at first, but then made himself noticeable by clearing his throat.Nyota startled.
"Popo ...!, She quickly wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.
"You are in trouble?" (No, Popo, she is as happy as a flea in a dog's skin. * Roll your eyes *)
Instead of an answer, there was only a low sob from her. Popo just interpreted it as yes.
"You want to talk about it?"
She shook her head. "Better not. I don't want to burden you with my problems."
"That won't be a burden. Talking maybe can help?"
"... but ..."
"No buts! You tell me the problem and I'll clean up the kitchen." (Hau! Popo has ... Oops, sorry slipped out of my pen.)
And when there were no replies, he began to turn the battlefield into a kitchen again. Nyota watched him for a few minutes and sobbed a few more times. Only after Popo had put a Tem ** box on the table in front of her and she had dried her tears did she slowly and hesitantly begin to tell.From Piccolo and his extremely "nice" way towards her, from her feelings for him, from the kiss and the subsequent little difference of opinion and his disappearance. And because she was so beautiful at it and Popo was a very good listener, she also told him about the problems on her planet, her father and your friends. (Girl, go to the psychiatrist.) (Excuse me, you write this crap! Note from Nyota) (So you would have to go to a soul doctor ... Note from Piccolo) (* cry * * now your own temp ** -Boxing usage * After she finished, she took the last handkerchief, wiped the last tear from her eyes and sighed deeply. It was really good to be able to talk everything off your mind. Nevertheless, her worries were far from gone. Popo, however, did . The kitchen shone in new splendor. (The question is, how much longer ... * zuGokuschiel *)
"are you feeling better?"
She nodded slightly. " I guess so.Thanks for listening. "She actually managed to pull off a small smile.
"I think I better go to sleep now. It's getting late."
"I wish you a good night."
"Thank you, me too."
A little later she was lying in her bed staring into the dark. Somehow she was afraid of the next day. She wondered how Piccolo would behave towards her tomorrow. And more importantly, what should she do? Would he even be there? At some point she finally fell asleep.
Outside the moon shone brightly in the night sky. In its light, a figure approached the edge of the platform. She landed noiselessly and walked just as quietly and slowly towards the palace.
Stop!!! Until here and not further. That's it for now. First of all, a little self-criticism. Somehow I can't even get a serious undertone to bring it up to him. The comments just slip out of my mind * sigh *.
But on a different topic. A certain person pointed out to me that the next part is already the tenth. Quasi an anniversary part, i.e. something special has to happen. Oh really?! Well, let's see.
Suggestions and criticism as always under 2 comment "on the left under (just in case some have forgotten * smile *), or to besarye2607 @ aol. Com, if you do not want to make the death threats public * lol *.
Happy Easter to all!!! And look nice eggs ^ _ ^
Besarye