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Now here is the first part of the sequel to "If only he were a girl ...". I hope I live up to your expectations.
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A big thank you to everyone who, with their nice clerks and emails, has always encouraged me to continue * hug you very much *
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Long story short: Have fun with it !!
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Four weeks had passed since the separation of Gohan and Piccolo and it had become very quiet in the Son house. Chichi was very worried about her eldest son. The boy spent most of the day in his room. He no longer went to school and had not studied in the past few days. His mother did not know what had happened between her son and the devil a month ago, so she recalled the events:
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The half-Saiyan had come home very late in the evening on those days and had disappeared into his room without saying a word.Chichi followed him worried and found the boy sobbing in his bed. Carefully she sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on his back. He hadn't noticed that someone had entered the room, so he winced briefly at the touch. Gohan looked at his mother with completely tearful eyes. Without thinking he fell into her arms and clung to her. Chichi tried to calm him down: "Ssh, it's good. I'm with you." She held him tightly in her arms. Slowly the boy calmed down and only a few sobs could be heard. “What happened?” The woman had asked this question very quietly. Gohan raised his head and told his mother everything had happened: with Videl, the argument with Piccolo and finally that his lover had left him. After he finished his report, tears flowed down his cheeks again. So he cried himself to sleep. Chichi covered him and left the room.<br />
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With a sigh, her thoughts returned to the present. She was just putting a glass of juice on the tray, on which the various delicacies were already standing, when Goku came into the kitchen. “He's sitting on the windowsill and just looks out silently,” the Saiyajin dropped onto a chair with these words, “I don't know what else we can do.” Chichi picked up the tray and said mysteriously: “I know one more possibility. Hopefully it will at least help. "Already she had disappeared into her son's room to bring him something to eat.
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Son-Goku looked after her in surprise, because he did not know how to place this remark from his wife.
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The palace of God had also become very quiet in the past month. Dende thoughtfully watched the devil as he meditated. What he had feared had happened: Gohan had hurt Piccolo very badly and these mental wounds healed only very poorly.<br />
The great Namek hardly showed anything, but the new god knew only too well what was going on inside him. He also knew that only the half-Saiyan would have a chance to get to Piccolo and get out of this bracket of self-pity and despair.
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After Chichi had put the tray down on Gohan's desk, stepped next to her son and said quietly: “I brought you something to eat.” Tired, the boy turned his head and answered weakly: “Thanks mom, but you can take it with you again, I'm not hungry. "Now he looked out the window again, forgetting everything and himself. "I'll leave it here anyway, maybe you want to eat it later," Chichi felt a lump in her throat, it hurt very much to see her son too devastated. With her head bowed she left the room again. It seemed she had no choice but to carry out her plan, although she was not entirely comfortable with it.<br />
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Son-Goku looked curiously at his wife when she entered the kitchen again: "And what kind of possibility did you think of?" A fleeting smile crossed Chichi's face as she sat down next to her husband at the kitchen table: " Well, I definitely need your help. "She looked at him questioningly and the Saiyajin nodded:" Of course, you know that. "" I want you to take me to the palace of this god. I want to go with Piccolo talk. There must be some way the two can reconcile. "
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Please let me know if you enjoyed this part and want a sequel, ok?
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Bye Usagi2
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