She woke up. Flipping over on her belly, she reached for her alarm clock.
Three in the morning.
"Ungodly hour of the night." She thought.
She noticed now that her mouth was dry and that she was very thirsty. She lookt around for the flask of water that she always kept next to her bed. It was empty. Muttering some curses under her breath, she got out of bed end tiptoed to the bathroom. She silently closed the door behind her and then sighed.
"Thank god dad didn't wake up this time. His hearing is way to good if you ask me."
She turned on the light and filled the flask. She put the light back out and reacht for the door when it hit her. Her image in the mirror had seemed different somehow. She turned around and looked into the mirror. Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she saw.
"Maybe it's just the gloom. When I put the light back on, I'll just see that it's a trick of the darkness."
She turned the light back on. All she could do was stare in shock at her image in the mirror.
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Piccolo was walking through the woods. He had finished meditation a while ago. It just hadn't workt. He couldn't keep his concentration. Which was very odd. It troubled him a bit. Something was nagging him. Something just at the edge of his thoughts. He was walking in hopes of getting his mind of things so he could get back to his meditation. Walking into a clearing, he saw them again. Tracks. Human tracks. Which was another odd thing.
"This forest is in the middle of nowhere. But the last three days, I've been seeing human tracks in the forest, and I once caught a glimpse of a person." Muttered Piccolo under his breath, his face turning into his usual scowl.
"These tracks are fresh."
Piccolo quickly made up his mind.
"I'm going to find out who invaded my forest and kick his sorry human ass out of here. Then I can finally get my peace back."
Piccolo followed the tracks for about half an hour. The tracks led into a clearing. The clearing had a vertical rock face at its end. A small waterfall fell down into a little lake at the bottom of the cliff. A big tree stood at the edge of the water. He lookt again at the tracks, and noticed another odd thing. These tracks were different then those of the past three days. These were smaller, more delicate. And of bare feet. He then followed the tracks into the clearing with his eyes. And spotted the person making them. The first thing he noticed was that it was not a he, as he had thought earlier, but a she. She had long hair. It reached over her shoulders. But the most amazing thing was the colour. It was white. A pure white. She was carrying a backpack. There was a long, slender, slightly curved form, wrapt in black cloth tied against the side of the backpack. She was wearing white T-shirt, and some black, loose fitting trousers, much like his own.
"Strange." He thought. "The pure white hair. It seems somehow. Familiar." Then it hit him. The hair. It had something to do with the thing that been nagging his mind all the time. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Kami." He muttered. "It is some important thing from Kami's mind." He opened his eyes again.
He couldn't see her anywhere. He scanned the clearing, and spotted her backpack lying under the tree. He lookt up, and saw her sitting on one of the branches. She was pulling of her clothes and throwing them next to the backpack. She was in her underwear in no time. It was all black he noticed. He couldn't help himself. His cheeks slowly turned purple. Meanwhile she was running along the branch, and gracefully jumped into the lake. She swam a few rounds and then climbed onto a rock to dry.
His sensitive Namek hearing picked something up. Rustling in the bushes. Some, no several people were moving around. And they were good. That much he could tell. They hardly made a noise. He could hear them surrounding the clearing. Judging by the noise, there were at least five of them. He silently moved, so he would be less easy to spot.
He turned his attention back at the clearing. The girl -for he had been able to see that- had slid down from the rock and was putting back her clothes on. Her manners were relaxt enough, but it was hard to fool him. She knew that she was being watcht. She had probably known it from the first time he had seen her. But that hadn't bothered her. No, it were those people in the bushes that made her weary. As if she could feel that they were up to no good. She stood up and calmly walkt across the clearing.
When she reached the middle, suddenly seven people stepped into the clearing. They all came from different directions. They formed a rough, but wide circle around her. They all were dressed in black. They all had black capes on, with the hood pulled forward, so that there faces were in the shadows. Suddenly one of them stepped forward.
"Surrender," he said in a cold voice, "and your death will be quick and painless." "I'm sorry, but I have no intention of dying yet". She said. Her voice was clear, and showed no sign of fright. But, Piccolo couldn't help notice; it was a low voice for a girl. "Then your intentions are wrong." The cold voice said.
All seven people drew a knife.
"Ungodly hour of the night." She thought.
She noticed now that her mouth was dry and that she was very thirsty. She lookt around for the flask of water that she always kept next to her bed. It was empty. Muttering some curses under her breath, she got out of bed end tiptoed to the bathroom. She silently closed the door behind her and then sighed.
"Thank god dad didn't wake up this time. His hearing is way to good if you ask me."
She turned on the light and filled the flask. She put the light back out and reacht for the door when it hit her. Her image in the mirror had seemed different somehow. She turned around and looked into the mirror. Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she saw.
"Maybe it's just the gloom. When I put the light back on, I'll just see that it's a trick of the darkness."
She turned the light back on. All she could do was stare in shock at her image in the mirror.
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Piccolo was walking through the woods. He had finished meditation a while ago. It just hadn't workt. He couldn't keep his concentration. Which was very odd. It troubled him a bit. Something was nagging him. Something just at the edge of his thoughts. He was walking in hopes of getting his mind of things so he could get back to his meditation. Walking into a clearing, he saw them again. Tracks. Human tracks. Which was another odd thing.
"This forest is in the middle of nowhere. But the last three days, I've been seeing human tracks in the forest, and I once caught a glimpse of a person." Muttered Piccolo under his breath, his face turning into his usual scowl.
"These tracks are fresh."
Piccolo quickly made up his mind.
"I'm going to find out who invaded my forest and kick his sorry human ass out of here. Then I can finally get my peace back."
Piccolo followed the tracks for about half an hour. The tracks led into a clearing. The clearing had a vertical rock face at its end. A small waterfall fell down into a little lake at the bottom of the cliff. A big tree stood at the edge of the water. He lookt again at the tracks, and noticed another odd thing. These tracks were different then those of the past three days. These were smaller, more delicate. And of bare feet. He then followed the tracks into the clearing with his eyes. And spotted the person making them. The first thing he noticed was that it was not a he, as he had thought earlier, but a she. She had long hair. It reached over her shoulders. But the most amazing thing was the colour. It was white. A pure white. She was carrying a backpack. There was a long, slender, slightly curved form, wrapt in black cloth tied against the side of the backpack. She was wearing white T-shirt, and some black, loose fitting trousers, much like his own.
"Strange." He thought. "The pure white hair. It seems somehow. Familiar." Then it hit him. The hair. It had something to do with the thing that been nagging his mind all the time. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Kami." He muttered. "It is some important thing from Kami's mind." He opened his eyes again.
He couldn't see her anywhere. He scanned the clearing, and spotted her backpack lying under the tree. He lookt up, and saw her sitting on one of the branches. She was pulling of her clothes and throwing them next to the backpack. She was in her underwear in no time. It was all black he noticed. He couldn't help himself. His cheeks slowly turned purple. Meanwhile she was running along the branch, and gracefully jumped into the lake. She swam a few rounds and then climbed onto a rock to dry.
His sensitive Namek hearing picked something up. Rustling in the bushes. Some, no several people were moving around. And they were good. That much he could tell. They hardly made a noise. He could hear them surrounding the clearing. Judging by the noise, there were at least five of them. He silently moved, so he would be less easy to spot.
He turned his attention back at the clearing. The girl -for he had been able to see that- had slid down from the rock and was putting back her clothes on. Her manners were relaxt enough, but it was hard to fool him. She knew that she was being watcht. She had probably known it from the first time he had seen her. But that hadn't bothered her. No, it were those people in the bushes that made her weary. As if she could feel that they were up to no good. She stood up and calmly walkt across the clearing.
When she reached the middle, suddenly seven people stepped into the clearing. They all came from different directions. They formed a rough, but wide circle around her. They all were dressed in black. They all had black capes on, with the hood pulled forward, so that there faces were in the shadows. Suddenly one of them stepped forward.
"Surrender," he said in a cold voice, "and your death will be quick and painless." "I'm sorry, but I have no intention of dying yet". She said. Her voice was clear, and showed no sign of fright. But, Piccolo couldn't help notice; it was a low voice for a girl. "Then your intentions are wrong." The cold voice said.
All seven people drew a knife.