Um ... well ........... sorry * deep sink * I know I'm late (10 weeks to be exact) I'm really, really sorry. I hope you will forgive me.


Nevertheless, many thanks for the clerks.


Piccolo09: what would I do without you ??


Shila:




Well here's part 3:




It felt like forever, but in fact she had only been flying after the Namek for 10 minutes. He was flying pretty fast, so she had to expend a lot of energy not to lose sight of him. She was wondering the whole time what the goal of her journey would be. However, when a tall tower suddenly appeared on the horizon, she was distracted by the question. Though ² to the power of ² wasn’t the correct expression for how she found herself trying to see the high end. Because there wasn't one, at least it looked like that. But she couldn't care less at the moment, right? Horrified, she noticed that her companion was preparing to fly up the tower.

"He's not serious," she whispered softly (can you whisper out loud? Well, really ...) and looked up in despair. Would she make it? She probably had no other choice, even if the flight had already exhausted her. However, it didn't look like Piccolo would care.


"Well it won't be too high," she encouraged herself before tackling the route.


Meanwhile, Piccolo had reached the top of the platform. He had noticed, of course, that Nyota had fallen further and further behind during the flight, but he hadn't found it necessary to slow down or even wait for her. After all, it was her fault that the earth was in danger again. He stood on the edge and followed her aura as it slowly came up the quince tower. He only turned around when the groping of footsteps could be heard behind him. Dende looked at him expectantly.


" And?What was going on? "(Uh ... shouldn't he know that? I mean like God ...) (* howling * note from Dende) (... that wasn't meant ... * comforting *)


At last she saw an end. Nyota once again gathered all of her remaining energy and flew over the edge of the platform. Completely out of breath, she landed next to Piccolo, at least if that could be described as a landing. Rather, she collapsed.


"What ...?", Dende looked with wide eyes at the young woman who was still panting on the floor.


"We have visitors," growled Piccolo. “If you want to know anything, ask her.” Without further comment he walked past the bewildered Dende into the palace. Nyota had now straightened up again and was now looking curiously at Dende. They stood there in silence for a while.


"D ... may I ask who you actually are?", It finally came hesitantly from the mouth of the earth god (where else from. From his ears? Although, with the size ...)

"Sure," she smiled at him. Just couldn't we go in? It takes a little longer to explain. "


"Of course," Dende regained self-confidence. He turned and went through one of the large doors into the main building. For want of a better idea, Nyota followed suit. He led her into a kitchen and seated her at a large table.


"So?" He asked her again after sitting across from her.


Nyota started talking. When she finished, she was amazed to see the little Namek grinning. Dende couldn't help but think of what Piccolo must have said when Gohan had revealed his idea to him. He quickly recovered (if I had advised him, note from Piccolo)


"Well then anyway, welcome."


"Thank you, but can you explain to me who you actually are and why you live in a floating palace above a tower?"

"Oh! I had forgotten that. (Little bowl) My name is Dende and," he yawned. "... I'll explain the rest the best morning. It's getting late, we should go to sleep now."


Nyota nodded. She, too, felt a slight tiredness lessening.


"Then come with me. I'll show you your room."


She followed Dende through many, very long corridors to a door. He opened it, said good night and disappeared around the corner with an occasional yawn. Reluctantly, Nyota entered the room. It was quite large, like everything in this place, and sparsely furnished, but it was warm and friendly-looking. And what was most important, there was a huge bed in the middle. She quietly closed the door behind her and walked through it until she stood at the windows opposite the door. Since it was dark outside she couldn't see much and so she pulled the curtains with a sigh and let herself fall on the bed.Now she clearly felt how tired she was. She tried to think a little more about her current situation, but fell asleep moments later.




When Nyota woke up, bright sunlight entered the room. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around sleepily. Suddenly she started up with a jerk. Where was she? After a few moments of irritation, she remembered. She was on earth. And, oh yes, in a palace that hovered over a tower. She jumped out of bed and stretched her tired limbs. Didn't Dende tell her what this floating palace meant? She looked down at herself on the way to the door. She had spent the night in her spacesuit, and it looked accordingly. So, she decided to change her clothes first. She looked around the room. There was only the bed, a table and chair, a closet and another door. Behind this was, to her delight, a bathroom. So, she first decided to wash and take care of a change of clothes.

Dende yawned again (Or still ^ __ ^), took a sip of cold water and then continued to watch Popo fry eggs. Next his gaze fell on the table in front of him. There were pancakes, toast, eggs and a few other things piled up there.


"I'll see if our guest is already up", he tore himself away from this sight, even if he feared that the table would crash at any moment. Popo just nodded and began to whistle while turning the eggs over. (I want to go through my good, please. Yes, it's okay, I won't get anything again. But I have to work. Slave driver.) Dende grinned. The prospect of being allowed to cook for someone obviously made Popo happy. He emptied his glass with one last sip, long sip, and got up to wake Nyota, who at that moment stuck her head in the door.


"Good morning!", She greeted everyone present in a good mood and stepped completely into the room.For the first time in days she felt really good again. She had taken a bath and was wearing new clothes. Black pants and a brown sweater.


"Uh ... good morning. Did you sleep well ..."


Dende didn't get any further, he was interrupted by Popo, who came up to Nyota, beaming, bowed and pulled her to the table.


"Greetings from you. I hope you are hungry? I cooked for you." (Hey Popo, I still have a grammar book lying around here. So if you are interested ... or someone else?)


Nyota sat down and then stared at the cluttered table.


"How many people actually live here?"


Dende smiled: "Just Popo, Piccolo and me. And you at the moment."


"And all that for four people?", She looked at him doubtfully.


now Dende couldn’t hold back a big grin "Well, to be honest, Popo has already eaten (I just assume he’s eating), and Piccolo and I are Namekians.We don't eat. So you have everything to yourself. "


Nyota took turns staring at him and the table in horror. You ... you are not serious. "


Dende laughed: "Don't worry. Just eat as much as you like and leave the rest. That doesn't matter." (Food waste !!!!!)


She was still gazing at the mountains of food in disbelief when steps approached and Piccolo entered the kitchen. He gave Dende and Nyota a disinterested look and stopped when he saw the table. Just at this moment Popo unloaded another portion of eggs in front of Nyota, who acknowledged that with a tortured smile. Piccolo abstained from commenting, took a glass of water and leaned against the kitchen wall to continue watching the spectacle. Popo, meanwhile, dragged more and more and almost artfully built it up on the table. Nyota hadn't brought down a bite yet and was getting more and more desperate in the face of these crowds. She couldn't expect any help from Dende.He sat in his chair giggling. Piccolo's mouth twitched treacherously, too, but he could contain himself remarkably well. And Popo continued to cook while his guest wished he had stayed in bed.


"Say Popo," Piccolo finally managed. "What are you doing there? I mean, you already know that she's not a Sayajin, right?"


Popo paused. Dende burst into laughter and Nyota saw hope again.


" What do you mean?"


"I mean, you don't think you seriously believe that anyone but Goku or Vegeta would be able to eat all of that, do you?"


"You mean it is enough?"


Piccolo was getting impatient, slowly but surely. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean, he pressed out. Popo nodded and trudged away. Dende was still recovering from his fit of laughter, which almost knocked him off his chair.


"Thank you", Nyota looked up at the big Namek. He just growled something incomprehensible and went back to his water glass (his great passion * g *) (* cough v.Piccolo9 (* gulp *). She then turned back to her breakfast (lunch, dinner - annual supply ...). With the best will in the world, she couldn't get more than two slices of toast and an egg, even if she was sorry about the food. When she had finished her meal, Dende spoke up again.


"I think I should explain all of this to you first, right?"


She nodded, she was almost bursting with curiosity (... or breakfast ^ __ ^)


"Nothing there!" Interfered Piccolo. "You can explain whatever you want to her later. But now she's going to explain a few things to me first." He glared at Nyota threateningly.










So, this is the end for now. It's not very good and I'm sorry a little bit too. And don't worry, the next part won't come in another 10 weeks (I'm