Disclaimer: I did not own DBZ, if I did, I would have my own army of purple
mutant jellybeans! Bwahahahahahahahahahaaaa... **ahem** First off, I
posted this story once before and got flamed/snippy comments saying that
Fife 0.0/7.5/D*Seifer was someone else's character and that I stole
everything. For your information Fife 0.0 was my OWN PERSONAL character
since before I even knew what DBZ, or anime for that matter was! And
besides, I JUST got the internet last year, and given that there are about
12 billion webpages and counting, there is about a snowballs chance in hell
that I would find that particular one and copy something from it. I have
a better chance of having my cat sprout wings and fly up my butt, than I do
of finding a website that I highly doubt exists.
It was boring. It had been twenty-five years since Majin Buu attacked, times were peaceful, boring.
Piccolo sat at the edge of Kami's lookout and dangled his legs over the ledge. He did not care enough to meditate. He was growing old. He could feel it in his soul.
He sighed a long, drawn-out sigh and stared into the beautiful evening sky. The colors were spectacular, orange, pink, purple, and maybe even a little yellow in the mix. A small bird flew by, her family of three fledglings fluttered clumsily after her. Piccolo smiled his infamous smirk, his face wrinkled ever so slightly as he did.
Family.
It was one of those things you never realize you have till they fade away.
If time had taught him anything it was that you can never let go of the ones who mean the most to you. It may have taken him most of his life to see it, but Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Bulma, Krillen, and the others, even Chi- Chi were his family. But something inside him wanted more. Maybe he was being selfish like a child, but he desired, above all, a family that was truly his own. Domaio did NOT count.
I suppose I could spit out an egg any time I choose" Piccolo though to himself "But the process sounds rather. unpleasant to say the lease.
Dende watched Piccolo from a window. Nightfall was coming on swift wings. The sky was starting to change into navy, bet a few rebellious strands of purple clutched on to life. Piccolo had been sitting there all morning. Not once had he moved, not even to meditate. He just seemed to care less and less these days. Maybe time had caught up with him, or he could still be affected by Gohan's wedding, though I doubt it. No, it was more, something was wrong, missing. Time had not been telling him anything, neither had Piccolo.
Mister Popo waltzed in carrying a large black and white tray that bared two wine glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Dende would have been surprised beyond words if he had not been worrying about his friend. Popo sat down in a poofy white chair and set the tray on the glass coffee table. Dende eyed him cautiously, like he would a rabid weasel. Mister Popo poured a half glass of Whiskey, tilted his head, and then filled the glass to the rim.
Dende could take no more, he had to find out why Popo had the Whiskey, and where had he been hiding it.
"What are you doing and where on Earth do you drink Whiskey?
Popo looked at Dende like he should know, " It is the day before Valentines Day, Gohan's and Videl's Anniversary, remember?" Popo said with a smile that went from ear to ear. "So, your drinking whiskey?" Dende retorted.
He had forgotten, as he did every year.
"Yes"
"Couldn't you have at lease found a cheap wine or something?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"To make little green men wonder."
Again with the 'little thing'. Dende made an un-amused face. "Well why don't you invite Samuel Adams as well?"
Popo went to the kitchen and came back with nothing other than two bottles of Samuel Adams.
Dende just sat there indignantly and crossed his arms. "Since when did you become a junkie?"
"Since when did you drink coffee by the gallon?"
The room fell silent, except for the sound of Mister Popo swallowing the entire glass of wine and popping the tops off the bottles of beer.
Dende snorted and rested his head on his white chair's headrest. He turned his head so he could look out the window. Piccolo was gone.
Dende finally relaxed after a few minuets. He was tired of seeing everybody's life going down the drain. Trunks was going broke because of some bimbo he married named Geena. Gotten had not been in a steady relationship, ever. Chi-Chi divorced Goku after being separated for ten years. Vegeta and Bulma were constantly fighting now, and were on the edge of divorce. Gohan was the only one with a remotely happy existence. He was doing what he loved, teaching kids. The kids did not give a damn about what he was saying, but it never seemed to bother him too much. Then there was him. Dende had a pretty good life. Protect the Earth from being destroyed. Yeah right. How the hell was he suppose to do that? The only thing that seemed to be protecting the Earth was a new corporation called 'The Agency.
The Agency had been created shortly after Goku left to train Uub. No one knew exactly what they did. All anyone knew was that they established multiple barriers, force fields if you will, to block asteroids, debris, and aliens from damaging the Earth. They were the ones protecting the Earth now.
Popo was playing with the bottle lids, flatting them with his thumb and making them into tiny boxes. Dende looked at him, finding some entertainment as he did. Much to his relief Popo had not drank the liquor.
Time passed quickly and Piccolo had not come back. Dende simply had fallen asleep. Mister Popo was snickering in the kitchen at his Samuel Adams joke as he poured the colored water out of the beer bottles.
Morning came around. A ray of light peered into Dundee's eyes waking him up. Groggily, Dende pushed himself out of the chair and stumbled outside. His cloth shoes pattered against the cool tiled ground. He walked over to Popo's garden and squatted down. Popo really was an excellent gardener. He had even created several types of flowers. A cross between a daisy and a rose caught his eye. The flower had always been one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
Dende's sensitive ears caught the soft sound of someone walking. He stood up and half jogged to the front of the lookout. Piccolo was standing there glaring at a pillar. 'Odd' Dende thought. Although Piccolo was bored out of his freaking mind, he usually never stared at a building like it insulted him.
"What's wrong?" Dende asked as he approached the significantly taller namek.
Piccolo glanced at Dende and continued his rueful staring. Dende gathered up what little courage he could find and asked the golden question.
"You haven't been yourself lately. You seem to be passing away, fading into nothingness. It's because you don't have anyone isn't it?" Dende stepped back a little, he was prepared to run if Piccolo had one his pissy moments.
Something very un-piccolo like happened. " Yes, you are absolutely right." He answered and gave a sad smirk. "You are absolutely right."
Piccolo took off into the air. Dende watched sadly as he flew away out of sight. "Happy Valentines Day." He muttered after him.
It was boring. It had been twenty-five years since Majin Buu attacked, times were peaceful, boring.
Piccolo sat at the edge of Kami's lookout and dangled his legs over the ledge. He did not care enough to meditate. He was growing old. He could feel it in his soul.
He sighed a long, drawn-out sigh and stared into the beautiful evening sky. The colors were spectacular, orange, pink, purple, and maybe even a little yellow in the mix. A small bird flew by, her family of three fledglings fluttered clumsily after her. Piccolo smiled his infamous smirk, his face wrinkled ever so slightly as he did.
Family.
It was one of those things you never realize you have till they fade away.
If time had taught him anything it was that you can never let go of the ones who mean the most to you. It may have taken him most of his life to see it, but Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Bulma, Krillen, and the others, even Chi- Chi were his family. But something inside him wanted more. Maybe he was being selfish like a child, but he desired, above all, a family that was truly his own. Domaio did NOT count.
I suppose I could spit out an egg any time I choose" Piccolo though to himself "But the process sounds rather. unpleasant to say the lease.
Dende watched Piccolo from a window. Nightfall was coming on swift wings. The sky was starting to change into navy, bet a few rebellious strands of purple clutched on to life. Piccolo had been sitting there all morning. Not once had he moved, not even to meditate. He just seemed to care less and less these days. Maybe time had caught up with him, or he could still be affected by Gohan's wedding, though I doubt it. No, it was more, something was wrong, missing. Time had not been telling him anything, neither had Piccolo.
Mister Popo waltzed in carrying a large black and white tray that bared two wine glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Dende would have been surprised beyond words if he had not been worrying about his friend. Popo sat down in a poofy white chair and set the tray on the glass coffee table. Dende eyed him cautiously, like he would a rabid weasel. Mister Popo poured a half glass of Whiskey, tilted his head, and then filled the glass to the rim.
Dende could take no more, he had to find out why Popo had the Whiskey, and where had he been hiding it.
"What are you doing and where on Earth do you drink Whiskey?
Popo looked at Dende like he should know, " It is the day before Valentines Day, Gohan's and Videl's Anniversary, remember?" Popo said with a smile that went from ear to ear. "So, your drinking whiskey?" Dende retorted.
He had forgotten, as he did every year.
"Yes"
"Couldn't you have at lease found a cheap wine or something?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"To make little green men wonder."
Again with the 'little thing'. Dende made an un-amused face. "Well why don't you invite Samuel Adams as well?"
Popo went to the kitchen and came back with nothing other than two bottles of Samuel Adams.
Dende just sat there indignantly and crossed his arms. "Since when did you become a junkie?"
"Since when did you drink coffee by the gallon?"
The room fell silent, except for the sound of Mister Popo swallowing the entire glass of wine and popping the tops off the bottles of beer.
Dende snorted and rested his head on his white chair's headrest. He turned his head so he could look out the window. Piccolo was gone.
Dende finally relaxed after a few minuets. He was tired of seeing everybody's life going down the drain. Trunks was going broke because of some bimbo he married named Geena. Gotten had not been in a steady relationship, ever. Chi-Chi divorced Goku after being separated for ten years. Vegeta and Bulma were constantly fighting now, and were on the edge of divorce. Gohan was the only one with a remotely happy existence. He was doing what he loved, teaching kids. The kids did not give a damn about what he was saying, but it never seemed to bother him too much. Then there was him. Dende had a pretty good life. Protect the Earth from being destroyed. Yeah right. How the hell was he suppose to do that? The only thing that seemed to be protecting the Earth was a new corporation called 'The Agency.
The Agency had been created shortly after Goku left to train Uub. No one knew exactly what they did. All anyone knew was that they established multiple barriers, force fields if you will, to block asteroids, debris, and aliens from damaging the Earth. They were the ones protecting the Earth now.
Popo was playing with the bottle lids, flatting them with his thumb and making them into tiny boxes. Dende looked at him, finding some entertainment as he did. Much to his relief Popo had not drank the liquor.
Time passed quickly and Piccolo had not come back. Dende simply had fallen asleep. Mister Popo was snickering in the kitchen at his Samuel Adams joke as he poured the colored water out of the beer bottles.
Morning came around. A ray of light peered into Dundee's eyes waking him up. Groggily, Dende pushed himself out of the chair and stumbled outside. His cloth shoes pattered against the cool tiled ground. He walked over to Popo's garden and squatted down. Popo really was an excellent gardener. He had even created several types of flowers. A cross between a daisy and a rose caught his eye. The flower had always been one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
Dende's sensitive ears caught the soft sound of someone walking. He stood up and half jogged to the front of the lookout. Piccolo was standing there glaring at a pillar. 'Odd' Dende thought. Although Piccolo was bored out of his freaking mind, he usually never stared at a building like it insulted him.
"What's wrong?" Dende asked as he approached the significantly taller namek.
Piccolo glanced at Dende and continued his rueful staring. Dende gathered up what little courage he could find and asked the golden question.
"You haven't been yourself lately. You seem to be passing away, fading into nothingness. It's because you don't have anyone isn't it?" Dende stepped back a little, he was prepared to run if Piccolo had one his pissy moments.
Something very un-piccolo like happened. " Yes, you are absolutely right." He answered and gave a sad smirk. "You are absolutely right."
Piccolo took off into the air. Dende watched sadly as he flew away out of sight. "Happy Valentines Day." He muttered after him.