uneducated as his father?"
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"I'll bring this to the kitchen quickly, see you later ...", Gokou cowedly withdrew from the affair and disappeared with the tray, while his father-in-law looked around for an escape route in vain ...
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Nobody noticed the shadowy presence that slipped in through one of the windows and merged with the semi-darkness of the spacious corridors.
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Even Gohan, who was again brooding over his books, did not notice the intruder. But he felt the cool breeze and turned to the door, which had opened silently.<br />
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"Who ...?" Was all he could say before the darkness engulfed him.
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"You are way tougher than I thought," Ramagi muttered with unwilling appreciation. "The video cost me a lot of work, I would not have believed that it would have had its effect. So I will probably have to help a little ..." He leaned over Gohan's slumped figure, pressed his index and middle fingers on his forehead and tried to invade Gohan's mind.
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But he encountered a barrier that he would least have expected in a child his age. "Really a tough chunk ...". Drops of sweat collected on Ramagi's pale forehead as he increased the mental pressure. Gohan groaned softly.
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"Darn, there must be a getting through ...", Ramagi released more of his own energy to the outside, although he knew that too much pressure could cause irreparable damage to Gohan's mind.
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Suddenly something hit him from behind and threw him away from Gohan, against a wall.Ramagi shook his head in a daze and got to his feet again. "Who are you and what do you want here ?!" a golden-haired Saiyan, with murder written in his jade eyes, stood up in front of him. "What did you do with my son?"
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Ramagi composed himself and cursed his own carelessness. Although he had shielded his own aura, he hadn't thought of the change in Gohan's aura when he had made mind-to-mind contact.
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His instincts told him to avoid an open fight with the angry Saiyan. When Gohan groaned again and the Super Saiyan turned his head worriedly at the sound, Ramagi took the opportunity and jumped through the closed window into the open air to run at full speed. Torn between worry and cold anger, Gokou decided to take care of Gohan first, as he couldn't sense the intruder's aura anyway.
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As he laid Gohan on the sheets and stroked his forehead, ChiChi and the beef devil stormed into the room.
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"My darling, my darling, what is the matter with you !?" ChiChi was beside himself.
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Gokou briefly outlined the event, and the beef devil turned pale with shock and anger. "No aura? Could it be one of Doctor Gero's androids?"
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Gokou made way for ChiChi, who took Gohan in her arms and hugged him. "No, I don't think that what he did there was not at all like what the boy from the future told me. It wasn't clumsy violence, more of a kind of mental attack. But why Gohan?"
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The beef devil and Gokou exchanged a long look. Neither said it, but they were both convinced that the intruder must be behind the video. So Piccolo was actually the goal, or rather, the friendship between Piccolo and Gohan.<br />
"I'll look for Piccolo," said Gokou and the beef devil nodded.
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"You won't!" Shouted ChiChi. "What if that monster comes back and goes for Gohan again?"
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"I'll get all the people on their toes so that they can keep watch," the beef devil tried to calm them down.
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"Those fools wouldn't even notice if the guy were standing in front of their noses!" Snorted ChiChi, "And now don't stand there, you two, bring me water and a towel. My poor darling is very hot."
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But they could not wake Gohan with water, smelling salts or other home remedies. The fever rose and he never regained consciousness. The doctor who was brought by Gokou just shook his head and mumbled something about mental overload and coma.
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On the evening of the same day Gohan was admitted to the hospital where he and Gokou had recovered from their fight against Vegeta .....<br />
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Piccolo wanted to avoid the place where the next Dragon Ball could be found according to the radar. He didn't feel comfortable in cities, and certainly not in big fairgrounds.
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He did his best to give off an aura of repulsion as he strode through the crowd, keeping his eyes on the radar. Mothers pulled their children aside to let the green man in the turban pass, which Piccolo liked. These spoiled, grinning children who wanted this and that were, in his eyes, miles away from his disciplined Gohan, well, if he thought of his beginnings, then maybe not ...
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Piccolo suppressed a sigh and turned left at a candy stand, a few steps further and there ... he was standing in front of a shooting gallery where you had to throw balls at cans to win prizes. Piccolo carefully searched the shelf with the prices and discovered a large blue teddy bear with the Dragon Ball with the six stars in his paws. "1.Price "was read on the sign next to it.
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"What do you have to do to win first prize?" He asked the lanky young stallholder.
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"First you have to pay 500 yen, you get five balls and if you manage to clear the can pyramid completely five times in a row, then the bear is yours."
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Piccolo didn't even have to reach into his pocket to know he wasn't carrying a single yen. Of course, he could just grab the bear and disappear, but with his sense of justice Gohan would certainly not be happy with a stolen gift. He would have to think of something else.
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"No, Rika, you can't get the bear," came a voice next to him. A boy about Gohan's age in rather ragged clothes was trying to pull a little girl in a faded dress away from the shooting gallery.
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"We only have 500 yen left and I just can't shoot that well, I'll buy you some candy canes for it."<br />
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"Bääär!" Protested the little girl and her big blue eyes shimmered suspiciously.
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The boy sighed and shook his head. "You have a little bear at home that dad won for you at the fair last year."
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"Bear put," said the girl, pulling her nose up.
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"Mom sewed his arm back on, Rika. Dad is no longer there to throw and I'm not so good at it ...", he lifted his little sister on his arm and wanted to carry her away from the booth Piccolo got an idea.
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"Wait a minute, boy," he said. "How about you buy the balls and I shoot for you. You get the bear and I get the orange ball he's holding."
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The boy looked at Piccolo suspiciously. "How do I know you can shoot that well at all?"
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Piccolo bent down and picked up a small stone. "Do you see the weathercock over there on the roof?" He asked, took aim and threw.<br />
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The weathercock was too far away for the boy to hear the hit, but the force with which the little stone hit the tin beak was so great that the weathercock turned around its own axis like a top.
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Not only the boy, but the owner of the shooting gallery were flabbergasted.
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"Don't worry if you run away with the bear," said the boy after recovering from the surprise and putting his little sister down. He gave the sweaty shooting gallery owner the 500 yen. Without much enthusiasm, he gave him the five balls.
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“Here!” The boy put the balls in front of Piccolo. He took the first one and sweated a lot from trying to keep his strength in check.
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One shot and the cans splash in all directions. The owner of the shooting gallery picked them up, replaced the dented cans with new cans, and restored the pyramid.<br />
Second shot, third shot, fourth shot, fifth shot. In the meantime, more visitors to the fair had gathered in front of the shooting gallery and watched Piccolo's throw with enthusiasm.
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The shooting gallery owner pulled the bear out with no ifs, ors, or buts. Piccolo carefully removed the Dragon Ball from his paws and passed the bear on to the boy, who stared at Piccolo with a gleaming look like a wonder of the world, before he hugged his sister's bear in his open arms. The little girl happily laid her cheek on the soft fur and beamed at Piccolo, who felt strangely embarrassed.
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"Thank you," said the boy, taking his happy little sister by the hand. Piccolo waved it off: "That wasn't worth mentioning," put the Dragon Ball with the others and hurried to the exit, from where he set off to hunt for the last Dragon Ball.
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"What should I do, Gokou?", ChiChi clings to Gokou's overall and sobbed." He doesn't wake up, our little darling doesn't wake up! "
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Gokou put his arms around ChiChi's trembling shoulders and hugged her gently. "Everything will be fine, ChiChi ....".
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She raised her head and looked at him with red-weeping eyes with a despair that cut deep into his heart. "It won't, Gokou, the doctors ..."
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"... don't know everything either," said the beef devil. "After all, Gohan isn't just any little boy, he's a Saiyan."
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"Exactly, he is my son and therefore just as tough as me. We will find a cure for his illness, for sure. Just as we will find the guy who is behind it!" Gokou clenched his right hand into a fist. "He'll pay for what he did to Gohan."
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He gently loosened ChiChi's cramped hands and pushed them into her father's arms. "I don't want to just stand around and wait any longer."<br />
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"What are you going to do?" Asked ChiChi.
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Gokou put two fingers to his forehead. "I will first visit Master Quince and get some beans, maybe the Gohan can help."
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The face of the cow devil brightened up and a glimmer of hope also appeared in