Note: I've been using the term Saiyan for ages instead of Saiyajin and what other spellings there may be. Otherwise, I have tried to use the spelling of the German version. I would now like to apologize to my readers for any mistakes. The story contains romance, action, friendship, and humor.
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Have fun while reading
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Beware of fleas is easier
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Part 1
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It couldn't be more perfect. Piccolo leaned relaxed against the rock and greedily sucked in the sunlight. Last night it had rained, wonderful fresh tropical rain and today the day was sunny. What could be better than comfortably recharging your batteries in this way?
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It was now about 18 months since Son had turned his back on this world. Piccolo really wasn't the melancholy sort, but lately he hasn't had the drive to train like he used to. Probably the training community with Gohan and Son spoiled him for individual training.The times hadn't been bad then, despite the cyborg threat that had hovered over their heads. Now that Gohan was hardly training anymore, Piccolo had been thrown back to his old training scheme. Divide, then fight against each other, reunite and do it all over again.
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Piccolo crossed his arms behind his head, listened to the babbling of the brook at his feet and wished for a challenge. He could ask Vegeta if he wanted a round or two, but as he has always been on it since the birth of his son (probably too little sleep ...) it was not a good idea.
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Well, then he would just do it the old way again, he thought with a sigh and stood up. A suitable training ground would certainly be the wasteland that remained after the victory over Cell. But wait, these buses passed by every day, filled with tourists who absolutely wanted to take photos of the place of the great victory of their hero Mister Satan.Where would the next good place be ...?
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* You can hear me, Piccolo God? *
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The Namek raised his head in amazement and stretched out his feelers in the direction of the Quince Tower.
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* Are you that bum? *
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* Ah, Piccolo, God found, Popo be very happy. *
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* You should only call me Piccolo, I've already told you a hundred times, * Piccolo sighed. * Is there something wrong with Dende? *
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* Dende are fine, Piccologo .. Piccolo doesn't have to worry. But there is another big problem. Piccolo best come to God's Palace and see it. *
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The urging in Popo's mind voice suggested something very, very serious. Piccolo was curious because a change would do him good. So he took off as quickly as he could. Cell certainly hadn't come back. There didn't seem to be any threatening aura, at least not in the vicinity of the Quince Tower. Then what could it be?
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Within a short time Piccolo had arrived at the tower and was flying steeply upwards, Master Quince stood on the platform and waved to him.* Strange, if there was a big threat, Master Quince wouldn't be in such a good mood after all, "Piccolo wondered.
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Finally he arrived at the palace of God. All the buildings stood there in full splendor, not a palm tree was bent and not a blade of grass trampled. So the problem couldn't be that terribly big. Piccolo landed in front of the palace and called for Popo and Dende.
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The servant of God came running around the corner and beamed at Piccolo, infinitely relieved. "Be Piccolo here, then everything will be all right for sure."
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"What's going on anyway?" Piccolo asked impatiently. "I thought there was no stone left standing here, but everything seems to be fine here."
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"Everything will definitely be all right, Popo take good care of the palace when Dende is gone."
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“Dende is gone?” Piccolo frowned. "Where?"
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Before Popo could say anything, his eyes lit up. "Oh yeah, I know the annual purification ceremony in the meditation garden.So what is it that I absolutely have to represent him? "
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"Piccolo, it's best to look at it myself, otherwise you won't believe me," sighed Popo and led the way to the palace. Piccolo followed curiously. Popo led him through a hallway and stopped in front of a door and put his index finger to his lips. "Please be quiet, otherwise it will wake up," he breathed.
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Piccolo nodded to show that he understood.
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Slowly, very slowly Popo opened the door a crack and peered through. "Well, we're still sleeping," he breathed in relief and opened the door completely. Piccolo stepped into the room on tiptoe, looked around intently, and froze.
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A small, dark-haired boy was sleeping on the bed, which was otherwise used by guests (even if there were hardly any guests here). Piccolo didn't know anything about human children, but that one couldn't be a year old. Although it was dusky in the room, there was something strangely familiar about this boy.The sleeping face reminded him of another boy whom he sometimes missed painfully, but the hair, which stood in jagged strands in all directions, contradicted this impression. This hairstyle, yes it was possible ...
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He remembered dully a moment a good nine months ago when he was startled from his meditation because he believed he had felt a strong energy with a known pattern. If you looked at the little one like that, he could very well be nine months old and the jagged hair was definitely the legacy of ...
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"Who is he and what is he doing here?" He asked Popo quietly. The latter took a sheet of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Piccolo. "You best read this outside," he whispered. "We baby best not bother."
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They left the room on tiptoe and Popo carefully closed the door again. As soon as she snapped softly into the lock, the servant of God breathed a sigh of relief.
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Piccolo unfolded the sheet of paper and half-aloud read what had been hastily scribbled on it:<br />
"To Dende, the god and good friend of my son Gohan,
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an emergency has occurred and I have no choice but to leave my little darling in your care for the next few days. I know that you are reliable and maybe Piccolo will help you too. Since my beloved Goku entrusted him with Gohan at the time, he would surely understand if you and Piccolo take care of Goten together. "
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Piccolo looked up from the paper. "So the little one is really Son's second son. What a shame, he'll never get to know his father."
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He read on: "You will probably ask yourself why I am leaving him with you and not taking him to Bulma or C18, but there are reasons for that. The emergency mainly occurred because Gohan is currently visiting Bulma. He and Trunks got the measles at the same time despite the age difference and now Vegeta has also contracted. Since Bulma's parents are on vacation somewhere in the mountains, the poorest is hopelessly overwhelmed with three such difficult patients.I'll help her, but I can't take Goten because he's way too small to handle the measles. 18 is heavily pregnant, so Kuririn hardly leaves her side. My father broke his leg a week ago and is currently on cure. So there is only the Lord of the Turtles, Yamcha or you and Piccolo and the choice is quite easy. I have clothes in the little suitcase. Yamcha was so nice to fly me to your palace. I'll pick the little one up again as soon as all three patients have recovered.
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Goten is a lovely boy who is not afraid of strangers. You will have no trouble with him, and as half a Saiyan, for his nine months he is as far as other children with 11 months, so don't be frightened if he is already crawling and babbling individual words. It was no different with Gohan.
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Thank you so much for your help, me and Gohan are in your debt,
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Chichi. "
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<br />Very slowly, Piccolo folded the sheet of paper again, took a deep breath and let it out violently. His antennae trembled, but the explosion that Popo was expecting with a frightened face did not materialize.
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"So the little one is Gohan's brother and Son's son," muttered Piccolo and looked back at the closed door as if through it he could see the child lying on the bed. His closed expression gave way to a soft smile for a moment, then he straightened his shoulders and handed the paper back to Popo. "Since the little one is already here, shouldn't you cook him something to eat? If Goten takes after his father, the first thing he will scream for is food as soon as he wakes up."
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"I have no experience of what babies like to eat," Popo wrung his hands helplessly. "What should I cook?"
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"Hmm ..." Piccolo crossed his arms and brooded. An apple like the one he had sent Gohan back then or dinosaurs on a stick would probably not be the right thing for someone who only had four tiny teeth.Has the baby even had any? "I guess he'll get mashed food, and then we'll probably need a special chair for him so that he doesn't fall off while feeding ..." Piccolo said his thoughts out loud. "I'll take care of the chair and you will make a few kinds of porridge."
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"Someone has to stay close to the baby," objected Popo.
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"You forget that I hear like a lynx", Piccolo reassured him. "If the little one wakes up and screams, I'll definitely hear him, I'll be careful."
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"Well then I'll go to the kitchen. What porridge should I cook?"
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"A good question, what's healthy for small children ..." Piccolo tried to think of what he had seen in advertisements from time to time during his time at the Sons: Semolina with honey ... that should be enough for now. The little one will like some of it. "
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"I'll be on my way," said Popo and walked briskly around the corner.<br />
Meanwhile, Piccolo was looking for suitable furniture for a child's room.
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Of course, despite all the unbelievable odds and ends that had accumulated in the numerous rooms of the palace over the centuries, no