Dende leans against the wall of a living quarters, on the Kami's lookout. He has seen many decades roll by on his new home, only visiting his Namekian kin a few times. Every morning he looks for a new fold or wrinkle in his cheek or near the eyes. All of his friends that he has known and even the children of his associates have passed away. Most of the offspring from his passed friends rarely visits or corresponds with him.
As of now it is his two hundred-thirty fifth year on Earth. Time goes faster, so do people. The only remaining face, besides his, is Piccolo. A strong, private, elder Namek that he met a few centuries back. He is expecting him to visit, as he usually does. This visit however, was a important one.
Dende feels a slight rush of energy landing from the edge of the lookout. The guardian raises himself from the wall, grasps his trusty staff and walks towards his expected guest. Piccolo, without his signature weighted cape, traded it for a loose, knee high poncho and a long sleeved shirt with the same color scheme that Dende was familiar to seeing. His turban was also not weighted either, as he sometime ago complained of headaches.
Dende stops midway as he notices his friend with tightened fists, a worried grimace and lowered head. Barely saying his name, the tall Namek rushes by Dende with heavy steps. The guardian widens his eyes, turning his torso toward Piccolo. Dende sighs and follows behind him hurriedly, but is then stopped by his assistant.
"Sir, should I make refreshments for you and Mr. Piccolo?" She asks with quiet concern.
Dende looks on as Piccolo enters the living quarters. The guardian sighs, blinks, then nods his head. The young lady rushes off, Dende takes a few steps toward the space Piccolo stormed off to, then stops. He nods his head, sighs, lowers his head and walks off in the other direction.
Piccolo pauses as he pushes the room door behind him closed, slowly. He gazes at a elderly woman sitting in front of a window. Her hair is mostly silvery-gray with thin rivers of black, flowing into a low, loose, bun. Her ears are pointed like a Namek, but a medium, mocha tan. She turns her head slowly, with a slight jerk motion as Piccolo walks forward, stopping five feet or so from her. The lady's large, yellow eyes roll upwards to meet his. Her eyes sparkle and lips firm up to a light smile. Piccolo crosses his arms and clears his throat. As she rises from her chair, Piccolo taps his foot, tightening his crossed arms.
"The sister of Son-Goku and Vegeta." He thinks to himself. "Who even knew such a person existed?"
The elderly woman rest her palms lightly on Piccolo's folded arms. With her face bright and happy, the tall Namek breathes in and out his nose heavily, with slight annoyance.
"Salla Cathlene BarGeta-Pallas... She's always so happy to see me. I suppose even more now after all these decades and few centuries. Her smile has never changed. Her eyes and smile still as bright as when we all first met her all those many, many years ago. I didn't think much of her until she greeted me and smiled. Her smile now a bit weaker, but still shines brightly."
"So, where are we going today?!" The lady asks with a soft enthusiasm.
Piccolo turns his head, lowers it and closes his eyes, with a smirk. "Hmfth, I should be asking you that. You're always changing the location after I suggest something."
Salla's mouth forms to a soft, 'O' shape. She blinks a couple of times, darts her eyes to the side and then looks back up at her tall friend. "I promise, I shalt this time!"
"Really...?" He asks with disbelief, as he slowly opens his eyes, then rolls them toward her.
"Yes!" Salla exclaims.
Piccolo sighs, closes his eyes and nods his head. "Alright, then, just don't smile at me, I know what that means. You're always up to something when you do that. You've never changed, Salla-Chan." Piccolo smirks then turns slightly from her and lowers his arms. Salla takes his left arm, lays her head and wraps her arms around it. Piccolo can't help but lightly smile as he feels her slight strength grip onto him. The tall Namek looks toward the door and sighs. His face starts to grimace slightly as thoughts rush through his mind. The elderly lady looks up at her tall elderly friend, tugs at his sleeve and searches his face. His face quickly meets hers, as he swallows heavily. Piccolo nods, forces a smirk and leads her out of the living quarters.
Dende turns his head as Piccolo calls his name, waving with his free hand. Dende holds his tea cup and asks if they want something before leaving, but Piccolo declines quietly as he turns away. The guardian stands from the table as his assistant pauses from putting down extra cups and refreshments. They both look on as Piccolo takes Salla into his arms and floats downward from the lookout.
A smirk slowly starts to line Dende's lips. The young lady stands slightly beside and to the back of him, sniffles and sighs.
"It's nice... Is it not?" She asks.
Dende breathes in and nods his head quickly and strongly. The guardian snaps toward the table and walks back slowly.