Chapter 4
Piccolo finally woke up in a daze. At first he thought he would be in the double bed so that the story could move in the right direction without any problems.
History obviously didn't want to take the easy route.
Groaning, Piccolo sat up and held his head before shooing away the kamis fluttering around them. He was still on the field. It was still terribly hot.
He was still wondering what had actually happened when he saw Gotenks. The Saiyan was engaged in a heated conversation with the argo-eyed referee. Now he threw up his arms in frustration and trudged back.
"Jerk!" Gotenks scolded and got down on his knees next to Piccolo.
"There are no paramedics here. Gosh, Piccolo, your face looks like someone kicked you! If you can't go on, it's over for us."
"Mmmmppftbbhrr, "Piccolo muttered and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Hell, was it broken? What happened anyway?
"What's happened? You were thinking of some kind of nonsense and weren't even with it!" Gotenks sounded just a bit reproachful. The horror of Piccolo's unconsciousness was still clearly written on his face.
"It was probably my own mistake then. Come on, help me up," Piccolo muttered.
They held up bravely, but finally had to leave the field defeated due to Piccolo's injury.
The loud cheers and standing ovations from the audience were signs enough of how the two earthlings had played their way into the hearts of the audience. It wasn't enough just to win.
Piccolo stood in the room they shared and shook off their jerseys. After taking a bath and washing off the sand and blood, he felt like he was freshly peeled from the egg. The magic bean that Gotenks had served him on a small plate with flower petals was possibly not entirely innocent. The Namek silently folded his jerseys. They would be the only memory of the Intergalactic Volleyball Tournament. He was a little sorry that it was already over. Despite everything, it was fun.
"Do we want to watch the finals?" Gotenks asks.
"Finals? I do not know. What for?" Piccolo questioned.
The two had a once-in-a-lifetime experience at this tournament.
Piccolo wondered how the hell he was going to explain their antics to the Z-Fighters back on Earth.
All that he knew for sure, was that he was going to pick his battles better next time.
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