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June 2002
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Son-gohan, your father wants to run away part 2
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So, here I am again! Since the last story was a bit shorter than the rest of my parts, it will be a bit longer this time. I hope you don't feel too annoyed by my long lectures. ( Bla bla bla.....)
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Long story short, I'll start now (again).
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"It's in the lab or somewhere else ..." Vegeta blinked angrily at his rival. He wasn't particularly thrilled that this traitor, Kakarott, should join the Capsule Corp. Drifting around. Understandable.
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“Well, I'll find her!” Son-goku turned and walked straight into the laboratory. After all, he already knew his way around here. Vegeta clenched his fists and looked angrily after him * It's good that Kakarott is coming too, maybe I'll come to my duel after all! * He smiled darkly and turned around.
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"Bulma are you in here?"Son-goku looked around. The lab was empty. Bulma's computer was still running, so his girlfriend couldn't be far.
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“What are you doing here?” Bulma put her hand on his shoulder and tried to push past him, as he was standing in the middle of the door. "I have to talk to you about the cruise ......" "What! You don't want to go with us !!!!" Bulma angrily put her beer can next to her computer. “Yes, but I just wanted to know if you don't want to take Piccolo with you too!” Son-goku waved his arms around and smiled nervously. "Piccolo? I didn't even know he was interested." Surprised, she looked at Son-goku. “Yes, but he sure thinks it's super exciting!” Son-goku had exaggerated again. But now there was no turning back. He would be able to convince Piccolo to go with him. "Oh, I didn't even know that! Learned something again! Well, take him with you if he's so keen. I always thought that only fighting and training counted for him, but he probably wants something for his education to do.Son-goku you should take an example from him! "Bulma braced an arm on the hip and nodded." Yes ...... uh ... I'll do ..... huh! "He thanked Bulma again and had her give him another ticket. Piccolo didn't know anything about his happiness. How to teach him the chatterbox didn't know yet either.
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“Stupid bastard finally go!” Chichi hopped around on her suitcase and tried to force it to close. She had put it on the bed and is moaning softly because she couldn't close it. The bed creaked and Chichi's moans grew louder.
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Piccolo sat right under her bedroom window and stared up at the said room in horror. That sounded clear even to him .... * Is Son-goku back already? ...... No, he just flew away ..... He can't be back that soon. * Piccolo got up and went to another tree.He didn't want to know exactly what Chichi was doing up there ...
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However, she was just packing up. When she still hadn't closed the stupid suitcase after twenty minutes, her son-gohan came to help. He too had trouble getting the suitcase closed. He whispered softly and the bed creaked again.
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But Piccolo had good ears. He opened his eyes wide. Had he misheard ??? Hopefully!
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NO!
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There it was again. Piccolo didn't hesitate any longer and got up. He ran into the house obsessively and dashed up the stairs. He stopped in front of the bedroom door and waited a moment.
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"Mama that doesn't work, the thing is already too full, because I have to leave the rest outside!" Piccolo was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. That was too much! He yanked the door open and yelled: "Son-gohan you mustn't ........" He broke off. He would have expected everything possible now, but not with this situation.Son-gohan was sitting on the suitcase and Chichi was standing next to him with a couple of towels on her arms and both were fully dressed. Piccolo paused. How embarrassing ....... The two stared at him. "Glad you're coming! Can you maybe help us to get the suitcase closed !?" Chichi smiled and lifted Son-gohan off the thing.
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Poor Piccolo, his face went bright red and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. (How can you be so wrong ..... zh zh zh zh zh zh ......) "What is it now?" Chichi asked impatiently and pointed to the suitcase. Piccolo stirred again. He took a deep breath and closed the case with a quick wave of his hand. “What did you want to say when you came in?” Asked Son-gohan and looked at him questioningly. "............ Uh ......... oh unimportant ......." Piccolo blushed again and left the bedroom pretty quickly.
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“What's wrong with him?” She looked after him questioningly and scratched her head.
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“I'm against!” Son-goku landed in the garden and looked for Piccolo. Where was he? Otherwise he was always sitting around in the grass somewhere. But not today. * Where is he again? * Son-goku thought about it and walked around the house once.
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There he was. He had leaned against a tree again and was drinking from his canteen. "Hey Piccolo!"
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"Cough .......... cough ..." Piccolo was startled and choked, and he had drooled over his cloak as well. He quickly wiped the water off his face and put the cork back in his bottle. “What is it?” Piccolo turned and watched Son-goku get closer.
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"I was just at Bulma's and she insisted that you come on the cruise." Son-goku was exaggerating again, but he didn't let it show. "Me ?! I'm supposed to be on a ship like that? Did Bulma really insist?" Piccolo asked, surprised. ".... Uh yes! ..........She said the ship is called Blue Sailer or something ... She even gave me a ticket for you! "He pressed the ticket into his hand and waited for his answer." Forget it, I don't want to go with you. Even if you stand on your head! "Piccolo hissed and glared at Son-goku.
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*Damn it! Why did I just let myself be wrapped up again! * Piccolo stood at the railing and watched the swell.
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In addition to Piccolo and the other three, Bulma had also invited Muten Roschi and everyone else. (She can afford it ... * gg *) All kinds of Z and not Z fighters were running around on the ship. Vegeta had also allowed himself to come along and was hanging around in front of the bar.
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"So, finally sama finished. Jetzad derfds a bissal in the ship rumlaffa aba just don't mess, host gherd Stefie ?!" Mr. Dietrich raised his pink fan and let himself fall on a chair in his cabin.His two employees made their way to the toilets. They felt pretty sick from the swing. His wife, whom he had dragged along, was also just leaving the cabin. She was looking for a couple of young men again with whom she could talk a little. Actually it was the same as always. When she found someone she liked, she started stripping. Most guys found it kind of strange and almost ran away from her. She always hopped after them half-naked, but with her pants down she was just too slow. This is how her chosen ones always escaped from her. But who knows, maybe she will have more luck today ......
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SEQUEL FOLLOWS............
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End of part 2. I know I promised you it would be a lot funnier soon, but it will take a while. I don't want to shoot all my powder now.I hope you can be patient a little longer. You can write me a few comments in the meantime. (Please, please !!!!!) I'd rather shut up and do the next part. Well then, guess what.
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Your Tichue
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