suitable chair could be found. Sighing, Piccolo took a normal chair and changed it with his powers so that it looked like a baby chair. Then it was the turn of a bed to become a cradle and a table became a changing table, a salad bowl turned into a mini bathtub and so on ...
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In the meantime, Goten woke up. Unlike most of the children, Goten was by no means frightened. If his mother had had time to leave a more detailed description, she would have described her gold treasure as very enterprising. If there was one prevalent quality Goten had in infancy now, it was curiosity. And that in excess. The strange surroundings didn't intimidate him, they fascinated him.<br />
So it happened that instead of crying because his mom wasn't there, he just crawled over the covers until the bed was over. The ground seemed terribly far down, but as I said before, Goten wasn't a child who thought long before acting. If he leaned out a little further, arms stretched down, he would be able to touch the ground. He stretched a little too far and fell out of bed onto the thick, warm carpet and one of the cushions that Popo had placed around the bed with foresight. The down swallowed the impact and so Piccolo did not hear how Goten sat up a little puzzled, but otherwise bright and safe, and looked around curiously. The twilight was enough to give an idea of ​​the size of the room. From Goten's point of view, it was really, really big. He spent the next quarter of an hour crawling around all four corners and back to bed, looking for something new and entertaining.Since there was simply nothing to discover here, Goten soon got bored. But then he found out that he could tear the pillow case with a little force, and it was fun to pull out the white, lightweight filler material and toss it around. He stuffed some of it into his mouth as a test, but it tasted like nothing but dust and he spat it out again. After a while (about ten minutes) playing with the down was no longer fun either. The only area Goten hadn't crawled into was the darkness under the bed. That was exactly where he was drawn to now. Since there was no carpet under the bed to cover the marble tiles, the feeling of the cold stones under Goten's hands and knees was not particularly pleasant. Goten wanted to crawl back into the light quickly, when he touched a tile whose existence not even Dende or his predecessor knew about and a secret door opened through which enticing bright light fell into the room. Goten wasn't a moth, but he was getting hungry and the brightness promised a change.So he crawled off ...
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"Do you think it was a good idea to bring Goten to God's palace?" Asked Bulma doubtfully, while dividing the herbal tea into three mugs.
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“Where else could I have taken him?” Chichi unscrewed the large can with the healing ointment and peeled it.
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"Well ... at least I would have tried 18. At least she could practice a little for her baby."
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"That's right, but when I called Kuririn, the poor guy was completely exhausted. C18 is apparently madly concerned about whether her changed body is also good for the baby."
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"I can understand you", Chichi sighed and put the ointment on the large tray. "Is the gruel ready soon?"
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Bulma stirred the pot and nodded. "Yes, should I add a pinch of salt to it?"
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"Let me try." Chichi took a little gruel from the pot with a small spoon and tasted it carefully."Hmm ... yes, but really only a pinch, otherwise our patients won't eat it."
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"You should only dare!" Grinned Bulma. "Then you can starve until your stomach hangs in the back of your knees."
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"It's amazing that they are so hungry even with their illness," Chichi wondered in a low voice.
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"Well, they're not normal boys," replied Bulma, not without pride, "and Vegeta is a chapter of its own anyway." She grabbed the salt jar and sprinkled a pinch of sentence into the steaming mass. "Oh yeah, what else did you want to say about 18?"
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"That I can understand your doubts. Honestly, have you ever wondered how the genetic combination between you and Vegeta will work?"
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Bulma turned off the salt and turned off the stove. Her eyes took on an expression as if her thoughts were far away. "To be honest, yes, for a brief moment. But since you did it with Goku, it quickly came back.Just say you had concerns with Goten? "
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"Yes. Even if there weren't any problems with Gohan, back then I was so carefree because we all didn't know about the Saiyans ..." Lost in thought, Chichi poured the gruel into three large bowls. "It was in the third month that I felt as sick as never before in my life. With Gohan, I didn't have to deal with morning sickness for long, but with Goten it got so bad that I was really afraid that something might not be possible be all right."
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"I remember you were in the hospital for about a month, right?" Bulma fished three spoons out of the drawer and put them next to the bowls.
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"Yes, that was a tough time. When the doctors found out that my husband is, so to speak, an alien, they heaped accusations on me because I didn't come out earlier. The argument that Gohan had no problems with it, they did not accept. They said that it could very well be that my body was sensitized by Gohan and now reacts with a defensive reaction against the alien DNA in the Goths. "<br />
"Why did you never tell me about it?" Asked Bulma and piled slices of rusks on a small plate in the middle of the tray. "Back when we visited you, you didn’t show any of your worries."
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"I didn't mean to bother you, especially you. You want more children from Vegeta, right?" Chichi noticed Bulma's red cheeks, laughed softly and put the small bowl of rock candy between the cups with the tea. "In addition, after thorough examinations it turned out that there were no problems with the DNA. My nausea came from the strength drops that the village doctor had prescribed me. Goten apparently didn't like them and fought back. After a few weeks it was over with of nausea. "
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"Maybe you call C18 and tell her about it", my Bulma and lifted the tray with a groan. "Do you think it was a good idea to put all three in one room?"
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"Trust me. When Goku and Gohan got the flu together, I just ran from room to room all day long.I was so exhausted from running that after her recovery I packed my bags to rest with my father. Now if all three of them are screaming for water, ointment, or food, it's less stressful if we can take care of them at the same time, right? "Chichi opened the kitchen door wide." Shall I carry it for you? "
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“Alright, thanks.” Bulma balanced the tray with clenched teeth in the hallway. "It's only a few steps. I guess you're right. Besides, Vegeta really pulls himself together because he wants to be a role model for the boys. You should have seen him when he had chickenpox before Trunk was born. One worse I cannot imagine patients. "
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"Well, it's not easy when you get teething troubles at your age. Why didn't he get vaccinated? Since he didn't grow up here like Goku, he couldn't get them as a child."
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Two steps, three, four ... then they stood in front of the door, behind which the three patients were lying in a darkened room.<br />
"You know how Goku reacted to injections, right?"
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Chichi nodded and pressed the switch to open the sliding door.
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"Well, Vegeta is no different", Bulma grinned fleetingly and walked into the room with the tray and a happy smile. "How are our three patients?"
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End of the first part
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