it? Didn't he live in this room before the palace was enlarged?"
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"Quite right. He was also stranded from another world. Very good God he was, very wise, but he was always very homesick.Hence he created this hidden dimension in order to be able to withdraw from time to time. When he gave way to the new God he probably forgot that the mechanism was still active. "
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“Seems so.” Piccolo looked down at Goten, who was grimacing again. "It's about to start again," he sighed. "What has he got?"
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"Is his diaper wet?"
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"Impossible, I just changed him."
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"Then he'll be hungry."
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"Sure!" Piccolo was annoyed with himself. "What about the porridge?"
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"I freshened up since I couldn't have done more than wait."
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"Great. I'm going to the room I prepared for the screamer, can you take the porridge there?"
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"Don't be a problem."
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Piccolo carried the weeping Goth into the room and put him on the baby chair. Goten immediately stopped crying, grabbed the spoon that was within reach and swung it through the air."Majm .. majm!" He shouted energetically like someone waving the waiter to his table. "It's okay, Goten," said Piccolo, looking around for a distraction, "Popo will be there in a minute.
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Up to now he hadn't made toys, but now that the man was in need, or rather the Namekian, he reached for the first object, a flower pot, and turned it into a rattle. "Here Goten," he handed them to him, "play with them until the food comes."
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Goten didn't seem to notice the rattle. "Go-on!" He insisted. At first, Piccolo thought the little one was calling for his brother until he remembered that Gohan was called cooked rice and that he had probably picked up that from Chichi, because he was still too small to eat rice, wasn't he? Well, with Saiyans you could never tell.
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"Come on, play with it. Listen how that sounds!", Piccolo held the rattle close to Goten's face and shook it. "Be a good boy and give it a try."<br />
Goten looked at the rattle, looked at Piccolo, who had leaned down to him, and dropped the spoon. "Go-on," he said and grabbed - no, not the rattle - but one of Piccolo's feelers with both hands and bit down hard.
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"Ouch!" Piccolo jerked back and snatched his sensitive antennae from Goten's hungry mouth. "You are just as hungry as your father," groaned the Namek and rubbed his feeler, where a clear impression of Goten's hard palate and his four small teeth was left.
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At that moment Popo came in with a tray on which there were six plates with different types of porridge.
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"Where should we start?" He asked, putting the tray on the table out of Goten's reach.
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"That green thing looks healthy there," said Piccolo. "That's spinach, isn't it?"
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"Yes, it tastes very delicious. We tasted Popo yourself."
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"Great," Piccolo took the plastic spoon that Goten had dropped on the table and dipped it deep into the warm pulp."Look Goten, that is something fine, spinach. You will need it if you want to become as big and strong as your brother and your father." Goten eyed the green porridge suspiciously, then hunger prevailed and he opened his mouth wide .
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"So it is good, there is the delicious Happahappa ..." Piccolo quickly turned his head to Popo. "What's that stupid grin?"
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"Be careful, he'll have a spoon", Popo quickly drew his attention back to Goten, who of course didn't like the fact that the spoon had come to a standstill a few centimeters from his mouth. He leaned over and snapped ... he had it in his mouth. The green stuff was ... well, not exactly a hit anyway.
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Goten decided he wasn't that hungry after all and ... spat the spinach out again. Piccolo's bad luck that his face was exactly in the trajectory.
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“Yuck!” Piccolo dropped the spoon and wiped the pulp off his face. "You can't get away with that easily.Spinach is healthy and your mom wouldn't give up so easily either. "That was Piccolo's declaration of war and for the next few minutes the battle raged, with the spinach soon being everywhere in the room (Goten was a master at spitting it up to the wall), just not in Goten's mouth and stomach.
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“You dear, what's going on here?” Suddenly Dende was standing in the room. He was still wearing the wide, gold-embroidered cloak he had put on for the purification ceremony.
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"I've been looking for you both and who is that?"
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"Isn't that obvious?" Piccolo made a grimace and looked at his spinach-stained clothes. "That's Goten, Gohan's little brother, and a real plague when it comes to eating his spinach."
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"Who likes spinach?" Asked Dende, not unreasonably. "Why don't you try one of the others?"
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Piccolo looked from Goten's stubborn face to Dende's innocent, questioning smile and then to Popo's rather desperate expression.With a sigh, he dropped the spoon. "All right, I'll give in. What should it be?"
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"That yellow-brown one over there, isn't that mashed potatoes with meat sauce?" Dende pointed to one of the plates.
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"Yes, it can be delicious, you tried Popo yourself. Extra little salt in sauce, but lots of taste. Like the baby!"
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"Okay, let's try it then," Piccolo said, reaching for the plate.
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"Ummm ..." Dende cleared his throat. "May I? Please!"
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Piccolo looked down at himself. “Well, why not.” He handed the spoon to Dende and stepped back. The young god dipped the spoon in the pulp and then held it in front of Goten's mouth. "Hello Goten, I'm Dende. Your brother is my best friend and he would like to eat that too. At least try it, please!"
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Goten was gracious and opened his mouth. Dende put the spoon in and ... it tasted! It tasted like more. Goten swallowed the mashed potato and gravy and took the spoon from Dende's hand."Sel ... ba", said the little one firmly and slammed the spoon on the surface in front of him, where there was a suitable recess for the plate. "If you can already ..." Dende didn't hesitate and put the plate within Goten's reach. Piccolo raised one of his bulges but said nothing. Goten's manners weren't exactly right for a first class restaurant, but at least more mush ended up in his mouth than on his clothes, the table, on dende, on the floor, and in a few other places. Of course, one plate wasn't enough. The carrot mash proved to be moderately successful, after all it was enough for ten mouthfuls before Goten dropped the spoon and didn't want to go any further. The semolina was a complete success, which could also be due to the sugar in it, and the apple mash was scraped from the plate down to the last spoon. After a spoon, Goten didn't want to know anything about the tomato puree and after the spinach experiment, none of the three wanted to fight him anymore.<br />
"It's a shame about your beautiful cloak," said Piccolo, looking at Dende.
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"Well, I guess I'll have to wash it," Dende said without remorse. "But yours looks worse."
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"No wonder with this little monster," Piccolo made a grimace. "I guess he's not the only one in need of a bath, either."
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"Why don't the Goths take Piccolo with them in a big tub? Then both of them get clean.
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"That's right," said Dende. "But nobody has told me yet why the little Goth is here with us. Where are Gohan and Chichi?"
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Piccolo put him in the picture and lifted the full, satisfied, stained Goten out of the child's chair.
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"That doesn't sound good. Should I visit Chichi and the others and see if I can do something with my healing powers?"
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"Better not," was Piccolo's answer as he walked to the bathroom next to Dende."You have to get very close to heal, don't you? And as far as I know, you haven't had this measles yet. If Vegeta got it yourself, it is certainly not to be trifled with. As God you have responsibility for everyone and you are allowed to yourself do not expose yourself to risk. "
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"That's right ... unfortunately," Dende had to agree, but he didn't look happy.
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"Don't hang your head," encouraged Piccolo. "Chichi's letter doesn't sound like a cry for help, I think these measles are pretty common in children. Plus, they're tough as Saiyans can be."
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Dende sighed and straightened his shoulders. "Thanks. I'll change quickly, wash and then ..."
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"... then you do the homework that you got from the chief elder. Or are you already finished with text book 23?"
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"Ni ... not quite," Dende had to admit.
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"Then it is high time. Me and Goten are getting along pretty well at the moment. But it's good to know that someone like you is around when you need them."<br />
Dende blushed a little with embarrassment. He got that much praise from Piccolo, to whom he still looked up, otherwise not. With hasty steps he disappeared into his room, while Piccolo carried the already half-sleepy Goth into the bathroom.
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On earth with the letters:
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“Don't get in line now!” Bulma pushed Trunks onto the bed and took off his pajama top. "Take an example from Gohan, he doesn't cause Chichi that much trouble."
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"But the ointment is burning", Trunks wailed and tried to pull the blanket over his bare back, which Bulma skillfully thwarted.
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"Nonsense! It's soothing and the rash itches, doesn't it? If you keep scratching, it will start to fester and you don't want to stay in the dark room for five weeks, do you?"
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"Obey your mom, Trunks," it came from Vegeta's bed. Measles had hit him the worst, since he was already an adult.The doctor had looked dubious and prescribed twice as many different drugs as the others.