New home - new love? Part 11



Aloa and ahoy !!!!! Well, did the vacation (if you are one of the lucky ones who are still attending a state educational institution) survived well? Yes / Yes. Six weeks can go by quickly. Now you are probably thinking, when she was on vacation, why did it take her so long to finish the next part? Um ..... a good question. The first three weeks I had no time because I was involved in a renovation project (yes, yes, everything is just lazy talk. Note from Vegeta), and (* already an ax sharpening *) the remaining two (I still have one) ..ok, ok i was really lazy. I'm just human too. Oh yes, my riddle ... you will find the solution in this part, more on that in the epilogue.

@ Piccolo9: Be very quiet. Where are your sequels huh? I've been waiting for it for half an eternity * resentment *

@Kira_w: * Fast-paced * now I have to cry along with the emotion ...
@ Aika-angel: * Glasraushol * but not too much otherwise I'll write even more crap than already

@ Piccolo_rulz: You are absolutely right. It's fun to torture you like that ... muahahahahaaa !!!!

But now to my latest writing. Now that our two lovebirds have come together in the last part, we now turn to more serious things, such as the actual problem. So, let's go .....



New home - new love?



Nyota was gently awakened from a very restful sleep a few hours later by the rays of the sun and the twittering of birds. She slept really well, no wonder, the last night had been extremely tiring (so now let's get our thoughts out of the gutter and carry on, okay?). She stretched and then felt for the person lying next to her. Better said, should lie next to her. With a jerk she started up. Where the hell was he hanging around now?He could experience something. She would get back at him tonight at the latest. With a grin she got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Dende, a little tired and out of tune, was swallowing his morning water in the kitchen and grumbling to himself. The reason for his bad mood was Popo, who was no less bad-tempered. Last night Popo felt the need for a walk and was horrified to find that all the flower beds were devastated. Popo, close to a heartbeat, also discovered the culprit and chased him across the palace with loud shouts. Much to Dende's chagrin. The two grumbled cheerfully to themselves when the scene was interrupted by a strangely good-humored Nyota.

"Good morning!"

Dende only looked up briefly, mumbled something about really bad and sank into deep grumbling again. Popo fished some pancakes out of the pan and slapped them on a plate in front of Nyota.

"... Thank you ...", she began to eat carefully. The tension between the two was palpable. "... Do you have any problem?"

For this in itself harmless question, she earned two extremely venomous looks, whereupon she decided to ignore the two for now. After she had swallowed the last bite, she got up and fled outside. There she saw the root of the evil. She suspected who was responsible for it and already her guilty conscience reported. You should have chased the beast yesterday. Then Popo's flowers might have had a chance, but like this ... but she still didn't understand why Dende was angry. She sighed.

"Well, what are you worried about?"

Nyota turned around in surprise and looked into Goku's mischievous face.

"Nothing ... I was just thinking about something ..."

"Ah, yes. It doesn't matter. Did you happen to see Popo?"

"He's in the kitchen, I assume. Why?"

" My God.You're not hungry Paps again. We have just had breakfast. "Gohan was beginning to seriously doubt he was his father's son. Goku grinned guiltily.

"So what?", Vegeta came to his aid. “We're just Sayajins, but a half-man like you doesn't understand that.” Spoke and marched towards the kitchen, Goku in tow.

Gohan turned away, shaking his head. "Say, Nyota, where is Piccolo?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "How should I know?" She grumbled.

Gohan didn't really want to go into their upset, but just then he discovered Kuririn and Yamcha in the sky.

“Hey there!” Yamcha grinned at them. Kuririn also wanted to start a greeting when Son-Goku, close to crying, staggered out of the palace, leaned on his son's shoulder and began to sob uncontrollably.

"Uh ... Paps ...?"

All looked at each other perplexed.

“Son-Goku, what happened?” Kuririn was seized by a slight panic again. If Goku cried, it had to be something serious.

"If I get that cracking bag, I'll have meatloaf," growled Vegeta from behind them.

“What is it ??!” Yamcha slowly and seriously lost patience.

"... Popo ... * sob * refuses .... to ... cook ... !!!!"

"...." (general incredulous silence)

Finally Gohan broke the silence. "How come?"

"He's angry," explained Nyota. "Somebody destroyed all the beds. By the way, Dende is not in a good mood either."

Today everyone up here seems to have run a louse over their livers, Gohan thought to himself. The only thing missing is that Piccolo is also in a bad mood. (Wasn't he ever in a bad mood? * Sharp thinking *) (* growl * note from Piccolo) (... no, obviously not)

If you talk about the devil, at that moment he flew over the edge of the platform.(Man, he was bad now. Note from Vegeta) (.... do it better, old grumbler) He landed and watched Goku howl a little confused. Gohan briefly explained to him that Popo didn't feel like cooking because of the flowers.

"Who was actually responsible for it?"

"Just some beast."

Once again there was an eerie silence, interrupted by the sobbing of our hero until it became too colorful for Vegeta.

"Now pull yourself together Kakarott !!! We are not here for our pleasure !!"

Goku looked up, sniffed again, and straightened up again. "It's okay ... you don't have to yell like that."

"Well, please. And the rest of you, what are you still standing around here? Get to work !!"

Ale scattered as if stung by a bee and trained hard for the rest of the day, only interrupted by a small snack at noon after Piccolo had a serious conversation with Popo. When it was already getting dark, they broke off.Popo quickly handed out a few sandwiches for the way home. While Goku was chewing, he suddenly noticed something.

"Kuririn, tell me, where is Tenshin-Han actually? He wasn't there today."

"Oh dear. He said he could train better alone. You know how he is."

"I think he's absolutely right. We now know the defense technique. We can practice it for ourselves."

"All right, Vegeta. Then we'll all meet here again in 5 months and 20 days before our enemies show up."

The proposal met with general approval and so it was adopted for the next few months.

Nyota watched them fly away and rubbed his aching limbs. Goku had taken her really hard today. She sank to the floor and massaged her right ankle. Presumably she had sprained it a bit when she tried to bring Goku down with a kick. Who could have guessed that his shin was as hard as steel?

“Is something hurting you?” Piccolo crouched down next to her and looked at her searchingly.

"No, I'm sitting here for fun. Leave me alone."

"Are you mad?"

"Yes."

Piccolo sighed. Great. "And why?"

"Where were you this morning?"

"What?"

"You weren't there when I woke up, were you?"

“Is that why you're angry ?!” He really couldn't believe it. Women, he thought to himself. “Wait here, I'll be right back.” He got up and disappeared into the palace.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to run away," she called after him mockingly.

He came back a few moments later and held out a bean to her.

"Eat this. Then you will be better."

Without contradicting, she swallowed the thing (ahem ... the "thing" is called magic bean, clear ?! Note from master quince) (* boiling * ... she swallowed the magic bean !!!!). Immediately the pain was gone and she was able to move her ankle normally again.She jumped up and looked at him in amazement.

"Everything ok? Nice, when that's resolved, come with me. I'll show you where I was this morning."

He took her hand and pulled her to the edge of the platform. Once there, he jumped into the depths without warning. Nyota held her breath in shock and pressed her eyes tightly together. But before she could ask herself whether he had lost his mind (How can you lose something that you never had? Note from Vegeta) (Ok, that's enough. I'll kill you! Note from Piccolo) (Stop !! Not as I write here. If you want to kill yourselves, wait until I finish here, sure!)

She felt solid ground under her feet. Slowly she opened her eyes. She was on a kind of round, covered terrace and in front of her was a little tomcat.

"Hello beautiful child. I am Master Quince.", He greeted her.

"Hello ... my name is Nyota ..."

"Pleased to meet you."

She looked at Piccolo, confused.
"Come with me."

He led her to the railing and pointed down. She leaned forward and drew in a startled breath. A person dangled in the air about three feet below her. Tied to the grid.

"May I introduce", said Master Quince next to her. "This is Jajirobi."

"But what is he doing there?"

"I'm pursuing my hobby. What do you think?"

"I shipped him there," said Piccolo dryly.

"Why ?!"

"I would like to know that too!"

He is responsible for our nocturnal encounter of the wild species (that means the tiger and not what you think clearly?). Then there are the flowers and Dende's bad mood. So you see, I had