June 2002
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Shame on you Son-goku! Part 2
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Hy!
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Since there are really still a handful of people who wanted me to continue writing, I decided to continue typing on "Hands off Kakarott". But since I'm currently working on another story, I thought I'd just rename it and kill two birds with one stone. So stay away from Kakarott from now on under ashamed to find you Son-goku
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When I went online this morning, I was really happy that there were still a few people who read my new story. So I thought about it, I'll write a little further now.
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Another tip: if you want to know the history of this story, you just have to start with fingers away from Kakarott part 3!
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* Why didn't she let me with her? * Gohan chewed thoughtfully on his pencil. He would have loved to fly with his dad and the others to look for Bulma.But no! His mother really wanted him to stay here and do his homework. Now he had the salad! Marron kept blinking at him to distract him. That also had to annoy the effect Chichi a little. But she fell asleep from waiting at the table for a long time.
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"Piccolo now come at last!" Shouted Son-goku and looked at the church clock. But Piccolo didn't feel like it and besides, he was embarrassed about his clothes. Kuririn made strange chuckling noises and tried to suppress his laughter. But he didn't make it. It looked so damn funny how Piccolo with his white sneakers tried to hide behind some house walls. But that made Piccolo pissed off. * Stupid Son-goku, what did he get me there again! * He turned his head to Kuririn (who had almost pissed in laughing) Suddenly he shut up. Piccolo's grumpy look didn’t bode well.He pulled himself together and bit his lip.
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Son-goku waited impatiently for them in front of a street lamp and put a hand in his pocket.
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After a few minutes of hesitation and through Kuririn's persuasion, Piccolo managed to overcome himself. With steady steps he went towards Son-goku (Son-goku was lucky that he was stronger than Piccolo otherwise he would probably have beaten him now * gg *)
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“I won again!” Bulma dripped loudly through her cell. The two car thieves looked at each other in amazement. Could it really be that this petite woman had defeated two of the worst gangsters in the western capital for the third time. “You're cheating!” Ilmi was angry. He wasn't too keen on just being cheated on by her. “Not at all!” Bulma stuck out her tongue. Ilmi sat down again. He was too cowardly to mess with this green-haired lady.Who knows what else she would do with him.
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The Drei Z Fighters were still looking for Bulma. Piccolo kept looking around for women. He wondered why nobody was staring at him anymore. Kuririn of course got it wrong again and thought he would like to take his advice and look for a girlfriend. Now he was starting to grin and squeak again. But after Piccolo had turned back to him with his "sympathetic" look, he preferred to keep his mouth shut. (A kingdom for a plank and a pool full of sharks .....)
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"Knnnnnnnnnnurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" That was Son-goku's stomach that spoke up. He rubbed his stomach and looked around for a snack bar or something similar. But all he found was a restaurant, or rather a strip shed. “Hey, there's something to complain about back there!” He pointed to a shop at the end of the street. "Uh ............ but that is ......" "It doesn't matter, but there is sure to be something to eat!"Kuririn stayed the spit. Was his old friend really too stupid to distinguish such a store from a restaurant !? Well, there was something to eat every now and then and as long as Maron didn't notice anything about it, he wouldn't have anything against a couple of pretty girls to turn ... The bald head grinned mischievously. Piccolo suspected the worst. He was sure to have to go in. At the same moment he went bright red again and hoped for a miracle. But none came!
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In the meantime, Son-goku had made himself comfortable at a table in the restaurant. There was no turning back for Piccolo either. Kuririn stood behind him and constantly tried to push him into the restaurant (horny pig ...... * gg *)
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The building was very cool and noticeably dark. Piccolo had already given it twice before he finally reached Son-goku's table. He could be really sorry for him! The bald head never ceased from laughing. That was too much even for Piccolo.At a moment when Son-goku wasn't looking, he clapped a vase of flowers at the table over the turnip.
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“Hey kid, why don't you just fly after your father?” Marron grinned. She wanted to play Son-gohan against his still sleeping mother. "No mom said I should ........" "Do you always do what mom says?" She tossed her turquoise hair over her shoulder and waited for an answer.
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“I'm going to look around for a waiter.” Son-goku raised his hand to place his order. He didn't have to wait long to be discovered. A blonde barmaid around thirty, with black patent leather boots and a mini skirt that barely covered her bottom, came up to him. She pulled a pen and a small pad out of her apron and chewed on her gum like a cow. "Can I get you something to drink?"
<br />She asked, putting her foot on one of the chairs. While Son-goku was placing his "monster" order, Piccolo looked at the nameplate of the scantily clad waitress. "Sabine Dietrich" This name sounded familiar to him.
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Kuririn saw his chance to get revenge on Piccolo for the broken flower vase. He looked up at her to make sure she couldn't see him. Since he was sitting on her right, he decided to carry out an ambush. He stretched out his hand and pretended to put his arm on the back of the chair on which the blonde had put her foot.
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Then he put his plan into action. In a flash he let his hand slide onto her left buttock and grabbed it! The bitch actually pinched the slutty dressed blonde in the ass !!!!!
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The waitress screamed. But before she could get upset, Kuririn shouted: "It was him!" and pointed to the unsuspecting Piccolo.
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Sequel follows.............
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This is how the second part of my story ends.
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I would like to dedicate the second part of my story to someone as well. My sister-in-law Sabine, who also wanted to appear in a story. I'm sorry, though, that the story wasn't as weird as the first. But I had to hold back a little this time. Because yesterday my nice brother ran after me halfway through the house with the fucking steak knife. Who knows what she'll do to me then. (you can't really blame me for being a little bit clinging to life ... * gg *)
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Did you know that you can be so stupid at 21 and fall forward with your head into the water ?! .... and can no longer get up from the air mattress ??? Isn't it great what my brother can already do ???
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Oh yes, I would love it if you could write me a few more comments on this story!I don't know if I've already gone too far with my insults to Piccolo and the bald head ... uh, my Kuririn, of course! So then tap your comments!
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tichue
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