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Promises of almost anything that pisses people off, including what I
just said.
This is the second sequal of Green Valentine Daquiri, which seems ironic, as this has few Romantic elements (its really a transition into the 3rd sequal). By no means is reading the first story or its first sequal necessary, but it would help you understand the OCs that are coming up later. Now, this isn't AU, at least, not in my mind. You see, I regard GT as non- existant; a fan-fiction in itself. This is because I loathe it. The whole series is an abuse to Toriyama's characters and plots! So, if you were to disregard all of GT (and the last few eps of Z), this is not AU. But if you somehow like that piece of crap, then far be it for I to keep your mind from exibiting this as AU.
Dende is a diligent Kami-sama; That goes without saying. He watches the surface from his vintage point, not fraying from his duty. He admits, however, that he'll watch his friends perhaps more than he needs to: Son Goku playing with his son, who was now coming close to his 8th birthday; Young Trunks and his father, being forced to work around the house by order of Bulma; #18 shopping while leading her little Marron about by the hand. The rest of Earth was, in general, peaceful. Sure, there's still crime and such, the Great SaiyaMan took care of most of that, and really he had little to monitor through the day.
It became apparent to Dende, long ago, that Namekku-sei-jin tend to sleep in a certain pattern on Earth: They stay awake for about 13 days, and on the 14th day (which always ended up on Saturday) they would go to bed and sleep almost 24 hours. The only one that varied from this was Piccolo, who slept on Sunday, but could control it so that he could even sleep in a similar cycle to Humans. This never seemed like an important piece of information, at least, not before.
The past few years, after Dende wakes, Mr. Popo would tell him about how odd Piccolo had been acting on that Saturday. It used to be little abnormalities, like pulling out a small bottle of sake or reading a book instead of training, but lately its progressed to Piccolo going back to his island to drink and smoke, even sleeping in his cave in stead of his room in the temple. Whether or not it meant anything, Dende was getting worried.
"Piccolo-san!" he called to him one day, interrupting his meditation.
Piccolo growled and stopped hovering, touching down on the ground with his feet as he unfolded them from the lotus position. "What do you want?"
"I've just been wondering how you've been lately." Dende laughed nervously at how feeble his excuse for disturbing him sounded.
"Is that all?" He was all ready annoyed. "That's not the best question to present to someone who meditates the whole day if you're expecting an answer. Now, do you mind?"
Dende was almost repelled by this response, but he managed to stay fast. "Actually, Piccolo, I'm curious about how you're acting on the days that I sleep."
"Really, can't you just ask Popo? Hell, he's always awake on Saturdays."
"Well, that's the thing," Dende said, looking to the floor, "Popo says that you're acting weird lately. Plus, I've noticed that you've stopped using your room in the temple. Care to talk about it?"
Piccolo was silent for a while. He didn't seem upset at Dende, nor did he ignore him and return meditating. In stead, he had the expression on his face like he might have been arguing with someone, however, the emotion didn't seem projected to anyone in particular. His eyes were closed. When this occurred to Dende, he thought, Is he arguing with himself?
The warrior turned from Earth's god. "I have nothing to speak about. I'm going to train on the surface. I'll be busy, so don't bother me."
The old Kami-sama and Neil were not easy to fool. In fact, it's getting harder and harder for Piccolo to keep any secrets from them. It seems as time passes, their minds and speech meld. Despite his best efforts on thwarting Kami-sama's personality from his own, Piccolo was acting more and more like the wrinkled Namekku-sei-jin, and he loathed it.
When three minds are using the same body, it can really cause some complications. Piccolo didn't mind Neil's presence that much; The only change he experienced with him was a decline in drug and alcohol use. But, when he merged with Kami-sama, his behavior began to change in great measures. He seemed to have little to himself anymore. He almost always meditated: one of the few escapes he had.
He found that he had more over time. In his sleep, he was often separate, especially since he slept on a different day then Neil and Kami- sama. His own dreams seemed to embody the desires that he had to stifle when he merged with Kami-sama and Neil, which usually ranged from bar- hopping to massacres. As time passed, these dreams would become more graphic, and his time awake would seem more stressful on his being. Quite often lately, the red seams that ran along his body would ache and burn. This only got progressively worse, along with his increasingly disturbing dreams.
His actions on the days that the two were asleep were looking drastic to him. This seemed to be the only time that he was not held back by them, and he tried to make the best of it. However, no matter how much he did, no matter how much temporary relief that he could find, his mind still seemed to be tearing apart. Furthermore, he began blacking out. At first, he wasn't worried. He figured that he was just overdosing and couldn't remember what happened afterwards. He kept telling himself this, even after these intervals began to last the whole day.
As soon as his foot tapped onto the ground, Kami-sama's voice went through his head again. "What have you been doing while we were asleep?"
Is this really your concern, old man? Piccolo thought back. These mental arguments were annoying, but he preferred them to the ones that would become articulated, during which both (or all three) voices would come from his mouth, often leaving his throat feeling raw with the use of different beings with different vocal pitches and accents using the same vocal cords. However, the damage to his larynx wasn't as bad to him as the very fact that he looked like a schizo while doing this.
I do believe it is, thought Neil, After all, we use the same body, and it seems that you're abusing it while we're not looking.
Piccolo made an audible scoff. Abusing it? You know that I'm training all the time. The body is mostly mine, after all. My body was the base during both merges. Even if I was doing something that could harm it, it's still on my call.
And what if what you're doing kills you? thought Kami-sama, If you die, so will we. Even if you can't place an exact boundary on where your existence ends and ours begins, I think it's not too off-handle to say that death is crossing the border.
I'm not doing anything lethal, Piccolo retorted, Honestly, do you think I could perform so many damaging things in a day that I would accidentally kill myself? Or do you think that I'm actually trying to commit suicide?
The other two voices went silent, then preoccupied themselves with more central thoughts (which were blocked from others and harder to hear) and went off to other parts of their minds, finally giving Piccolo the feeling of being alone, or as close as he could get on a weekday.
Ugh, thought sequences suck. Seems that you can't avoid awkward dialogue in this stuff. Plus, it's shorter than usual...
Sailor Taichichi Vegeta was right: I am actually much worse than George Lucas. Even though I bragged on how GVD was my pride and joy, its 3rd sequal is the real draw (GVD is actually a prequel in my mind). That is why it ended so.. that way =p; it was really a background story to explain the happenings in the "3rd sequal". I'm evil like that. XD
This is the second sequal of Green Valentine Daquiri, which seems ironic, as this has few Romantic elements (its really a transition into the 3rd sequal). By no means is reading the first story or its first sequal necessary, but it would help you understand the OCs that are coming up later. Now, this isn't AU, at least, not in my mind. You see, I regard GT as non- existant; a fan-fiction in itself. This is because I loathe it. The whole series is an abuse to Toriyama's characters and plots! So, if you were to disregard all of GT (and the last few eps of Z), this is not AU. But if you somehow like that piece of crap, then far be it for I to keep your mind from exibiting this as AU.
Dende is a diligent Kami-sama; That goes without saying. He watches the surface from his vintage point, not fraying from his duty. He admits, however, that he'll watch his friends perhaps more than he needs to: Son Goku playing with his son, who was now coming close to his 8th birthday; Young Trunks and his father, being forced to work around the house by order of Bulma; #18 shopping while leading her little Marron about by the hand. The rest of Earth was, in general, peaceful. Sure, there's still crime and such, the Great SaiyaMan took care of most of that, and really he had little to monitor through the day.
It became apparent to Dende, long ago, that Namekku-sei-jin tend to sleep in a certain pattern on Earth: They stay awake for about 13 days, and on the 14th day (which always ended up on Saturday) they would go to bed and sleep almost 24 hours. The only one that varied from this was Piccolo, who slept on Sunday, but could control it so that he could even sleep in a similar cycle to Humans. This never seemed like an important piece of information, at least, not before.
The past few years, after Dende wakes, Mr. Popo would tell him about how odd Piccolo had been acting on that Saturday. It used to be little abnormalities, like pulling out a small bottle of sake or reading a book instead of training, but lately its progressed to Piccolo going back to his island to drink and smoke, even sleeping in his cave in stead of his room in the temple. Whether or not it meant anything, Dende was getting worried.
"Piccolo-san!" he called to him one day, interrupting his meditation.
Piccolo growled and stopped hovering, touching down on the ground with his feet as he unfolded them from the lotus position. "What do you want?"
"I've just been wondering how you've been lately." Dende laughed nervously at how feeble his excuse for disturbing him sounded.
"Is that all?" He was all ready annoyed. "That's not the best question to present to someone who meditates the whole day if you're expecting an answer. Now, do you mind?"
Dende was almost repelled by this response, but he managed to stay fast. "Actually, Piccolo, I'm curious about how you're acting on the days that I sleep."
"Really, can't you just ask Popo? Hell, he's always awake on Saturdays."
"Well, that's the thing," Dende said, looking to the floor, "Popo says that you're acting weird lately. Plus, I've noticed that you've stopped using your room in the temple. Care to talk about it?"
Piccolo was silent for a while. He didn't seem upset at Dende, nor did he ignore him and return meditating. In stead, he had the expression on his face like he might have been arguing with someone, however, the emotion didn't seem projected to anyone in particular. His eyes were closed. When this occurred to Dende, he thought, Is he arguing with himself?
The warrior turned from Earth's god. "I have nothing to speak about. I'm going to train on the surface. I'll be busy, so don't bother me."
The old Kami-sama and Neil were not easy to fool. In fact, it's getting harder and harder for Piccolo to keep any secrets from them. It seems as time passes, their minds and speech meld. Despite his best efforts on thwarting Kami-sama's personality from his own, Piccolo was acting more and more like the wrinkled Namekku-sei-jin, and he loathed it.
When three minds are using the same body, it can really cause some complications. Piccolo didn't mind Neil's presence that much; The only change he experienced with him was a decline in drug and alcohol use. But, when he merged with Kami-sama, his behavior began to change in great measures. He seemed to have little to himself anymore. He almost always meditated: one of the few escapes he had.
He found that he had more over time. In his sleep, he was often separate, especially since he slept on a different day then Neil and Kami- sama. His own dreams seemed to embody the desires that he had to stifle when he merged with Kami-sama and Neil, which usually ranged from bar- hopping to massacres. As time passed, these dreams would become more graphic, and his time awake would seem more stressful on his being. Quite often lately, the red seams that ran along his body would ache and burn. This only got progressively worse, along with his increasingly disturbing dreams.
His actions on the days that the two were asleep were looking drastic to him. This seemed to be the only time that he was not held back by them, and he tried to make the best of it. However, no matter how much he did, no matter how much temporary relief that he could find, his mind still seemed to be tearing apart. Furthermore, he began blacking out. At first, he wasn't worried. He figured that he was just overdosing and couldn't remember what happened afterwards. He kept telling himself this, even after these intervals began to last the whole day.
As soon as his foot tapped onto the ground, Kami-sama's voice went through his head again. "What have you been doing while we were asleep?"
Is this really your concern, old man? Piccolo thought back. These mental arguments were annoying, but he preferred them to the ones that would become articulated, during which both (or all three) voices would come from his mouth, often leaving his throat feeling raw with the use of different beings with different vocal pitches and accents using the same vocal cords. However, the damage to his larynx wasn't as bad to him as the very fact that he looked like a schizo while doing this.
I do believe it is, thought Neil, After all, we use the same body, and it seems that you're abusing it while we're not looking.
Piccolo made an audible scoff. Abusing it? You know that I'm training all the time. The body is mostly mine, after all. My body was the base during both merges. Even if I was doing something that could harm it, it's still on my call.
And what if what you're doing kills you? thought Kami-sama, If you die, so will we. Even if you can't place an exact boundary on where your existence ends and ours begins, I think it's not too off-handle to say that death is crossing the border.
I'm not doing anything lethal, Piccolo retorted, Honestly, do you think I could perform so many damaging things in a day that I would accidentally kill myself? Or do you think that I'm actually trying to commit suicide?
The other two voices went silent, then preoccupied themselves with more central thoughts (which were blocked from others and harder to hear) and went off to other parts of their minds, finally giving Piccolo the feeling of being alone, or as close as he could get on a weekday.
Ugh, thought sequences suck. Seems that you can't avoid awkward dialogue in this stuff. Plus, it's shorter than usual...
Sailor Taichichi Vegeta was right: I am actually much worse than George Lucas. Even though I bragged on how GVD was my pride and joy, its 3rd sequal is the real draw (GVD is actually a prequel in my mind). That is why it ended so.. that way =p; it was really a background story to explain the happenings in the "3rd sequal". I'm evil like that. XD
