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So.. I fixed the typos in my first chapter and I drew a picture for the story. I didn't know it would only copy a fraction of the picture so just so you know its of Nyiel holding Lynelin. I'm a little disappointed only one person reviewed, but love to you all anyhow! I told you the next chapter would be up quick and here it is !

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What once was, What now is...Chapter 2

Back then...

" He will be mine," thought Syied ( Pronunciation: sigh – eed) as he wandered the tunnels of the arena. " All that he has and is, I'll consume till he's nothing more than a withered shell." Catching a promising whiff of the boy, he stopped, and found himself in front of a crudely cut wooden door. ' Hmmm...should I knock? This is one of the fighters rooms. Why would the little pest's scent be coming from here?' Syied shrugged, it didn't matter to him why really, and kicked the door in half. Taking a deep breath, of the air surging out of the now easily accessible room, he entered treading lightly to avoid the wooden splinters that littered the ground. ' Yes...he's in here.' His gaze immediately fell on the bed. Someone was lying there. Syied stood over the sorry bed and ripped the covers from the still figure. Sudden anger. Ears twitching. Eyes narrowed. ' Pillows...of all the...stupid tricks... to fall for.' " Gaaaaah!" he screamed, grabbing the underside of the weak bed frame and slamming it against the wall.

Syied left his late informant, to sleep in a puddle of his own blood, just after their last verbal clash. " Where o' where has the little Namek gone Leb? O' where o' where could he be?" Syied had asked, after cornering the weasel of a arena Master. " He was there not half an hour ago! I swear! I wouldn't speak a false word to you lord!" Leb whined, begging at Syied's black booted feet. Syied was going to leave him unscathed, for excellent services rendered in the past, with only a pant wetting threat. Till the fool grabbed his leg. ' I'll do this and more to the one taking risks for you Lynelin.' Syied wiped his wet hand off with the corner of his cape. He would torch this outfit later. It wasn't wearable anyway, not after that worm touched it.

Nyiel soared with unbelievable haste, a shivering Lynelin in his arms. It was a race with time. The time it took one to find an empty bed and come flying to find them. After his last match Nyiel wasn't given the opportunity to celebrate with his small dear friend. A cloaked person passed him a note of warning, with the classic, I'm-a-complete-stranger-dont-mind-me-as-I-bump-int o-you-and-slide-my-creepy-hand-into-your-pocket-to -make-a-stealthy-deposit, move. It read...he's coming for the boy. He's headed for the arena right now. If you care, and I know you do, leave unnoticed and come to my...ect. It was a suspicious piece of paper, but if Lynelin was in danger...he'd do anything. So Nyiel flew fast, followingthe coordinates left on the note, because the mystery person claimed he could protect Lynelin.

The young Namek trembled and whimpered. " Don't be frightened Lynelin," Nyiel said softly, trying to sooth the child, " I've got you. It'll be alright." He cradled Lynelin closer to him protectively. "oh!" cried Lynelin, craning his head to look behind them. A few miles back a high level of energy was closing in on them. ' No! It's too soon.' Nyiel started to panic. ' okay, calm down for the kid and switch to plan B.' Angling downward, he dropped, to land on the hard burnt orange soil of planet Sodack.

( Pronunciation: so – dock) Boulders, triangular and sharp, jutted out of the ground, leaving no open valleys or smooth expanses on the planet. Sodack was a hot forsaken place. It held no beauty, and barely enough resources for life support.

Finding a suitable crevice in one large rock, Nyiel helped Lynelin squirm inside. Nyiel stared at his scared companion. His new reason for living on, to give his all for the only person who cared for him. He smiled warmly at Lynelin and instructed, " Now remember the plan buddy. Don't come out for anything unless it's me. I'm going to distract him and lead him away. I promise I'll return soon for you, and then we'll be together and find a new home." Lynelin nodded and grasped one big hand, " Hurry."

Right now...

Dende's training gi was torn and he had a cut on one cheek but other than that he was holding his own quite well against his new teacher. Blocking and dodging fist after flying Piccolo fist. Dende worked hard. Finally finding an opening Piccolo kneed Dende in the gut, knocking the breath out of him. Desperate, Dende held his forearms in front of him, trying to shield any oncoming blows so he could catch his breath. Materializing behind him, Piccolo swung his thickly muscled arm around Dende's neck, holding him in a headlock.

The guardian of Earth clutched and scraped at Piccolo's arm, but to no avail. Piccolo squeezed and Dende managed to cry out before his air was cut off. It wasn't long before his face turned dark red and he quit struggling. Piccolo released his hold and Dende fell to the ground, gasping for air and rubbing his throat. " Come on kid that was pathetic. Even Oolong can get out of that hold. Now quit resting and try again!" said Piccolo, his deep voice sounding somewhere in between impatience and disgust. Dende was breathing heavy now and he glared daggers at his teacher. " Did I upset you? You want to do something about it weakling?" Piccolo sneered, delivering a round house kick to Dende's head. Ducking, Dende ran under and through Piccolo's legs. He turned around quickly, and put everything into a punch aimed at Piccolo's lower back. This action rewarded him with a grunt, but Piccolo wasted no time turning around to face him. The experienced fighter moved so fast, Dende didn't see it when a fist collided with his button nose. " Ah!" he yelped in surprise. Then, fearing he knew what he'd find, lifted a hand to his nose. When his fingers came away they were purple with his blood. " P-Piccolo can we stop? I just don't have anything left...I think you broke my nose." Dende pleaded with a nasal voice. Piccolo regarded his injured student with pursed lips, then sighed. " Alright, we can be done for the day. Come here and let me reset that." Obediently Dende shuffled forward and held his face up for inspection. When Piccolo reached down to feel the break Dende flinched slightly, having been constantly hurt by those hands for the four weeks they'd been training. But Piccolo was nothing but gentle as he touched Dende's bloody nose. " By the way kid, I'm proud of you." he said. " Really? You- AAAAh!" Dende yelled, his nose now reset perfectly. "Really." Piccolo affirmed.

A/N: so theres that one! :^] I've already got the third chapter ready to type...but it's getting late and I'm tired...review please..i beg of you! * author puffs out chest and rephrases that* I demand you to! Yes I drew this picture..I thought maybe it would be fun if you had visuals...(review!)