Aloa !!!


OK, here is the next part. So, originally I had planned 6 parts. This is already the fourth and I'm not even close to finished .. Anyway, I'll just torture you a little longer. Speaking of which. Does anyone even read this story? (Except of course Piccolo09 * cuddling *) If so, leave a sign of life there. You're welcome!!!! * plead *


The part is a bit tough, sorry, but somehow I needed something to get to the point. Still have fun reading !!






Part 4: Training day




Dende frowned. What should that mean? It had sounded like a threat, but why should Piccolo threaten her? (Hm ... because it's Piccolo?) (It's slowly enough. Can't you pick on someone else? Vegeta, for example? Note V. Piccolo) (I also come to * evilg *) Nyota also felt not really under this gaze. As far as she could remember, however, she had done nothing to him in the few hours she was on this planet.So he had no reason to threaten her.


"Don't you have something to do? ", Piccolo snapped at Dende, who was then in an extremely hurry to find the way. He wasn't entirely comfortable leaving Nyota alone with Piccolo, but would not kill her (...?). And even if, what should he do about it. So, he first decided to go about his work as a god (what does he actually do all day?) and wait and see what happened.


Piccolo was still staring at Nyota, who was sitting in the chair in front of him and was feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Finally he went out the door. She breathed a sigh of relief. He must have had better things to do after all.


"Do you need an extra invitation ?! Come with me!"


Happy too early. Reluctantly, she got up and followed him. And again it went through long corridors. Slowly she got the impression that everything here was a single labyrinth. She had already got lost twice on the way from her room to the kitchen, even though she had already walked that way and the smell of breakfast had also shown her the way.Finally Piccolo stepped through a high door onto the platform. Nyota looked around in amazement. It hadn't seemed nearly that big yesterday. Now it was also noticeable that there were flower beds and trees everywhere. After looking around, she turned her attention back to the Namek. He had been studying her the whole time. She looked at him expectantly. What did he want from her?


"You said yesterday your father was a priest. Are you a priestess too?"


"Only in training ..." ... which I will probably never complete, she added in her mind. " Why do you ask?"


" because..."


"Hello everyone!


Piccolo and Nyota turned around. Gohan stood in front of them and grinned happily.


"What do you want here?"


"Oh, dad thought (...) it would be better if we all train together. The others come here too. That is more effective."


"Aha. First, what others? Second, why here?Third, why don't I know about it and fourth, where is your father? "Piccolo was almost overflowing with enthusiasm. Gohan's grin broadened.


"Well, I mean Yamcha, Tenshin-Han, Kuririn and Vegeta ..."


"Vegeta too?"


"Yes, I don't know how my father did it either. In any case, we thought there was enough space here and Dende has never had anything against it (who should say no when a Sayajin asks ²polite²?). Besides, he is The whole thing came up pretty late yesterday and I didn't want to bother you anymore. (Yes, of course ... and Cell is an angel) And I have no idea where my father is. He was just behind me. "


"I can guess. Popo made breakfast earlier."


"Yes, it sounds logical. And did you sleep well?", Gohan smiled at Nyota, who had been standing in silence up to now.


"Yes, very good, thank you."


"Great, then we can start right away as soon as the rest of us show up."

She looked at him confused.


"Why should we wade on the weaklings?"


Vegeta had appeared behind Gohan (why does he always appear so suddenly? We urgently need to change that.) And looked quite combative (no comment ... I'm alive)


"Where is Kakarott actually?"


"In the kitchen. Breakfast.", Piccolo was completely unimpressed by Vegeta's mood. (You get used to everything, right?) Vegeta's expression grew a little more sullen (that works? * Amazed *), then he turned around without another word and disappeared into the building. The others watched him go.


“Is he always like that?” Nyota had never seen anyone who was permanently in such a mood.


"Don't worry. Vegeta isn't half as nasty as he always is," Gohan reassured her. Piccolo somewhat doubted what his friend had said. He trusted Vegeta a lot, including all the threats he made. (* gulp * ... * panic *) He was interrupted at this thought when Yamcha, Tenshin-Han and Kuririn, almost the rest of them, sat down on the platform.They joined the group of three and Goku and Vegeta came a short time later, chewing. (Food bags!) (Na * mampf * and * kau *? Note from Goku)


"Well? What now?", Kuririn said what everyone was thinking. They looked around, a little perplexed, until finally all eyes were on Son Goku.


"Well, ... as I said, we can assume ... that the soldiers cannot keep up with us in terms of martial arts Do I know these words? Note from Goku) (artistic freedom ...) (* g * all others) (OK, but what do they mean? Note from Goku) (* fall over *)


Everyone nodded. However, no one really understood what Goku was trying to tell them. Except for Gohan.


"And ... uh what does that mean exactly?", Again it was Kuririn who had the courage to say something.


"Hm ...", Son-Goku looked thoughtfully at the sky.Suddenly his face lit up.


"Good, you ask Kuririn. I'll just demonstrate it to you. On yourself. Please stand over there in front of the wall, will you?"


Kuririn hesitantly, very hesitantly, went to the place assigned to him and mumbled something of dubious honor. Nevertheless, he stood in front of said wall and looked at his friends, into an uncertain future. Goku looked at Nyota with a grin. She looked back blankly.


"Come on. Show me what I meant."


“What? Me?” The rest of them didn't look like they really believed in Gokus either. However, he only nodded encouragingly to her.


"All right. Your responsibility."


Vegeta frowned. What did she mean by that? Up until now he hadn't believed that this woman could do anything great, but Son-Goku's expression (sorry, I mean Kakarott, of course) made him expect a surprise. Nyota fixed Kuririn with her gaze and an expression of extreme concentration appeared on her face.Kuririn felt increasingly uncomfortable. He was about to protest again against being used as a guinea pig when suddenly, without warning, as if from an invisible hand, he received an extremely violent push and flew through the wall, across the palace and other various walls. (Ouch .... I don't want the bumps) (Ha, ha, ha! * Pain * Note from Kuririn) Dazed and completely taken by surprise, he finally stayed in the room in which his excursion had ended. His friends, meanwhile, looked surprised at the young woman, who was now looking at Son Goku asking questions.


"Was that OK? Or too much?"


"No, that was perfect. Do you now understand what we're up against? And these soldiers are much better trained. They do that with and before we know they're there."


"Oh man," Yamcha was clearly finished. The others didn't look very confident either. Even Vegeta.


"And what do we do about it?", Tenshin-Han looked questioningly around." Does somebody has any idea?"


"We train the defense against such attacks."


"And how, Son Goku?"


"There is a certain technique that is used to do this. Isn't there Nyota?"


She nodded.


"Good. She can show us how it works. The second option is to finish these guys off before they get around to attacking us." going to earth) (...! Note from Vegeta)


Six months should be enough to prepare us for it. ", Son-Goku radiated pure optimism.


“Do you think so?” Kuririn staggered towards his colleagues, his face contorted with pain.


"Well, are you still alive? Say really great how you thundered through the wall." Gohan once proved that he came after his father in terms of sensitivity. (Could also be due to Piccolo's educational skills * g *) (didn't you want to annoy Vegeta? Note from Piccolo) (but he's slowly getting angry ...)

"Yeah, but just like that. How did she do it? I only realized what happened when I was on the ground."


After it was explained to him what the cause of his free flight was and Nyota had apologized a thousand times to him for that very thing, and to Dende and Popo for the palace (palace? Where? I don't see any Start training.


Nyota gave everyone a crash course in Savian telekinesis and then explained the technique they needed to face the soldiers with some success, i.e. to stay alive. There was a lunch break in between. Popo served plenty (he must feel like he was in heaven. Oh, I forgot, there he is.) (Man, was the lame note from Piccolo) (* howl * you always have to complain) and Goku, Gohan and Vegeta devoured abundantly. After that, hard training was the order of the day again, which they only stopped when it began to get dark. They decided to continue the next day and all went home.Whereby Gohan was in a particularly hurry, at least a pile of homework and a presumably very angry Chichi were waiting for him.


Piccolo withdrew to his room without a further comment. Nyota wanted to do the same and also go to sleep, but Popo caught her on the way to her room.


"You want dinner?"


She thought with horror of the previous morning.


" No thank you I'm not hungry."


He nodded and then went on