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Summary:Sometimes,it's not quite easy being one of only two Nameks on Earth,it's young God,a teenager and...alone.
Author's note:I don't know,why I started writing this.It just some kinda ,found' me.Have fun while reading it.
Sometimes it's hard..
By X6193
A mild breeze arrived Dende in his sleep.The cold air made the young Namek shudder a little and woke him up.He slowly rubed one's eyes and tried to focus on something in his room,but the darkness of the night didn't allow this to him.
Dende sat up,feeling the warmth of the blanket gone from the skin of his chest and arms.He had been sleeping without a shirt or anything like this for some years now because he found it more comfortable this way,though now being able to feel the cool breezes,which always crept through his windows.
I really should get some windowpanes...and shut them.
He didn't know,what time it was,but he could guess that it was something around two or three in the morning,like it always was,when he woke up during the night.And how he hated these nights!!If once awake,he couldn't go back to sleep.This habit had started a few months ago,after Son-Goku and Oob had gone on their little ,vacation'.
The young Namek pushed himself out of his bed,heading towards the door.So many things he had been thinking about since then,so many unanswered questions in his mind.The door made some squeaking sound as he opened it and instantly hoped,that Piccolo hadn't heard it.He had annoyingly good ears,even for a Namek being.So,Dende avoided making any other noise,while sneaking through the halls of the Palace till he finally was outside.
The air of the night laid cold on his shoulders but didn't made him shudder,though,all he was wearing,were some gray sweatpants.He went straight to the Lookout over the cold white marble plates,which were like ice under his feet.But he didn't mind,he was thinking about other matters.
Dende sat down at the edge of the Lookout,his legs dangling over the massive white stone,that was a complete contrast to the darkness under his feet and over his head.Tonight,the sky was clouded,not a single star was shining down on the young Namek and the moon seemed to have disappeared somewhere far behind the dark fog.Lucky,he had a Namek's eyes and so it was somewhat easier for him to see in the darkness surrounding him.
Dende let out a deep sigh,while supporting his upper body with his hands that rested on the icy marble.He gazed into the big nothingness underneath his legs and felt the questions coming back into his mind.
What am I supposed to do here?They don't need me,do they?They manage everything just fine by themselves.The only reason they need me,is that I'm able to create Dragon Balls,that's all I'm good for.
A part of him knew exactly that this wasn't true,but another part of him wanted to believe that these ideas were real.Because if they were,he would have the perfect excuse for going home to Namek.
I miss home so much.I miss you all,brothers,I miss you so much.I hope you're alright,are you?
He wished to see the brothers of his age,wanted to see,what they had become.Some were fighters,some,like him,not.He was a healer,he avoided violence.
And that's why I'm not able to protect the planet I'm God of.Without Son- Goku,I would have died very long ago.I'm not even able to protect myself,how can someone see me to defend and protect a whole planet with a bunch of people on it?!I must admit,though,I have agreed to the idea of becoming the new God of Earth,but I was just a child,still am a child in some parts of me,why did nobody stop me?I was and am way to young for this job,there's so much responsibility in it..I just can't handle things like protecting Earth from Boo or any other things lying in this category.I'm too weak.Good,I can heal,let's celebrate!I would like to know,how Menok and the other fighters of my generation are.Do they even remember me?And what about the healers?Olan was much more powerful than me back in the old days..bet he still is.Why me?Why have I been chosen?!It's so sad being alone on this planet.Okay,I'm not completely alone,Piccolo is here,too,but he's not like me,he's a fighter.As there was Nail inside him,and I think Kami was at least a part a fighter.Piccolo wouldn't understand,he's a loner,he likes the silence,he doesn't need days or nights full of conversations,but I do.I've never been like him....I will never be like him,though sometimes wishing it.Maybe then I could handle things a little better.I admire his strength and his self-esteem,he's always so confident and knows what to do.Maybe it's Kami's influence,but I don't think so.Piccolo is pretty capable of making his own decisions,he doesn't like it,when somebody dares to criticize his judgement.I often ask him,why he does so,sometimes he answers,sometimes not.It's his pride that refuses him a lot,but Nail and Kami do their best to push more humanity inside him.He takes good care of me and I'm grateful,he's my whole family,though not being a direct relative to me.But Nail was,so Piccolo is in some kinda way,too.
A fresh wind made Dende's feelers cradle a bit.
But I'm not like them,I'm weak and alone.I'm a teenager in Namek terms,I shouldn't have to wear this duty of being a God......I.......I don't know how to express....I'm.....I'm feeling useless here.
Dende clenched his left hand into a fist.
Why is that so?Why can't I be more powerful,why can't I do a better job?
The pain in his hand called him back to reality.He opened his fist and some drops of violet blood floaded down his wrist.His sharp nails had drilled four deep holes into the soft green flesh of his own.Dende watched it gliding down his wrist and forearm,where it dripped on the white marble,creating some violet spots.He cleaned his hand in his trousers and sighed again,shaking his head,he looked up into the sky,as some drops of water landed on his forehead.
Within moments it was raining with full power,hitting the young Namek everywhere,but Dende didn't move.He simply sat there as if the rain would wash all his sorrows and negative feelings away,while it mixed with the blood of the wound in his hand.The teenager leaned back and laid down on the cold plates just to feel the water running down his cheeks and mouth,relaxing under the soft touch.
Inside the palace,Piccolo was watching the young God with a somewhat worried expression on his face..
To be continued
That it was,my first DBZ fanfic.Thanks for reading it..Please review,even if it's not the best.
Have a good day,morning,afternoon,evening or night,
X6193
Summary:Sometimes,it's not quite easy being one of only two Nameks on Earth,it's young God,a teenager and...alone.
Author's note:I don't know,why I started writing this.It just some kinda ,found' me.Have fun while reading it.
Sometimes it's hard..
By X6193
A mild breeze arrived Dende in his sleep.The cold air made the young Namek shudder a little and woke him up.He slowly rubed one's eyes and tried to focus on something in his room,but the darkness of the night didn't allow this to him.
Dende sat up,feeling the warmth of the blanket gone from the skin of his chest and arms.He had been sleeping without a shirt or anything like this for some years now because he found it more comfortable this way,though now being able to feel the cool breezes,which always crept through his windows.
I really should get some windowpanes...and shut them.
He didn't know,what time it was,but he could guess that it was something around two or three in the morning,like it always was,when he woke up during the night.And how he hated these nights!!If once awake,he couldn't go back to sleep.This habit had started a few months ago,after Son-Goku and Oob had gone on their little ,vacation'.
The young Namek pushed himself out of his bed,heading towards the door.So many things he had been thinking about since then,so many unanswered questions in his mind.The door made some squeaking sound as he opened it and instantly hoped,that Piccolo hadn't heard it.He had annoyingly good ears,even for a Namek being.So,Dende avoided making any other noise,while sneaking through the halls of the Palace till he finally was outside.
The air of the night laid cold on his shoulders but didn't made him shudder,though,all he was wearing,were some gray sweatpants.He went straight to the Lookout over the cold white marble plates,which were like ice under his feet.But he didn't mind,he was thinking about other matters.
Dende sat down at the edge of the Lookout,his legs dangling over the massive white stone,that was a complete contrast to the darkness under his feet and over his head.Tonight,the sky was clouded,not a single star was shining down on the young Namek and the moon seemed to have disappeared somewhere far behind the dark fog.Lucky,he had a Namek's eyes and so it was somewhat easier for him to see in the darkness surrounding him.
Dende let out a deep sigh,while supporting his upper body with his hands that rested on the icy marble.He gazed into the big nothingness underneath his legs and felt the questions coming back into his mind.
What am I supposed to do here?They don't need me,do they?They manage everything just fine by themselves.The only reason they need me,is that I'm able to create Dragon Balls,that's all I'm good for.
A part of him knew exactly that this wasn't true,but another part of him wanted to believe that these ideas were real.Because if they were,he would have the perfect excuse for going home to Namek.
I miss home so much.I miss you all,brothers,I miss you so much.I hope you're alright,are you?
He wished to see the brothers of his age,wanted to see,what they had become.Some were fighters,some,like him,not.He was a healer,he avoided violence.
And that's why I'm not able to protect the planet I'm God of.Without Son- Goku,I would have died very long ago.I'm not even able to protect myself,how can someone see me to defend and protect a whole planet with a bunch of people on it?!I must admit,though,I have agreed to the idea of becoming the new God of Earth,but I was just a child,still am a child in some parts of me,why did nobody stop me?I was and am way to young for this job,there's so much responsibility in it..I just can't handle things like protecting Earth from Boo or any other things lying in this category.I'm too weak.Good,I can heal,let's celebrate!I would like to know,how Menok and the other fighters of my generation are.Do they even remember me?And what about the healers?Olan was much more powerful than me back in the old days..bet he still is.Why me?Why have I been chosen?!It's so sad being alone on this planet.Okay,I'm not completely alone,Piccolo is here,too,but he's not like me,he's a fighter.As there was Nail inside him,and I think Kami was at least a part a fighter.Piccolo wouldn't understand,he's a loner,he likes the silence,he doesn't need days or nights full of conversations,but I do.I've never been like him....I will never be like him,though sometimes wishing it.Maybe then I could handle things a little better.I admire his strength and his self-esteem,he's always so confident and knows what to do.Maybe it's Kami's influence,but I don't think so.Piccolo is pretty capable of making his own decisions,he doesn't like it,when somebody dares to criticize his judgement.I often ask him,why he does so,sometimes he answers,sometimes not.It's his pride that refuses him a lot,but Nail and Kami do their best to push more humanity inside him.He takes good care of me and I'm grateful,he's my whole family,though not being a direct relative to me.But Nail was,so Piccolo is in some kinda way,too.
A fresh wind made Dende's feelers cradle a bit.
But I'm not like them,I'm weak and alone.I'm a teenager in Namek terms,I shouldn't have to wear this duty of being a God......I.......I don't know how to express....I'm.....I'm feeling useless here.
Dende clenched his left hand into a fist.
Why is that so?Why can't I be more powerful,why can't I do a better job?
The pain in his hand called him back to reality.He opened his fist and some drops of violet blood floaded down his wrist.His sharp nails had drilled four deep holes into the soft green flesh of his own.Dende watched it gliding down his wrist and forearm,where it dripped on the white marble,creating some violet spots.He cleaned his hand in his trousers and sighed again,shaking his head,he looked up into the sky,as some drops of water landed on his forehead.
Within moments it was raining with full power,hitting the young Namek everywhere,but Dende didn't move.He simply sat there as if the rain would wash all his sorrows and negative feelings away,while it mixed with the blood of the wound in his hand.The teenager leaned back and laid down on the cold plates just to feel the water running down his cheeks and mouth,relaxing under the soft touch.
Inside the palace,Piccolo was watching the young God with a somewhat worried expression on his face..
To be continued
That it was,my first DBZ fanfic.Thanks for reading it..Please review,even if it's not the best.
Have a good day,morning,afternoon,evening or night,
X6193