I'm With You
Part Three
I'm looking for a place.
I'm searching for a face.
Is anybody here,
I know?
'Cause nothing's going right,
And everything's a mess.
And no one likes
To be alone.
Unfortunately, Lord Cooler caught wind of Frieza's death. And like everyone else, he thought that it was Goku who had killed his brother. So, even though Goku repeatedly tells everyone that he did not kill Frieza, no one believes him. Cooler now plans to extract his revenge, though not for any reason for him liking his brother-Cooler hated Frieza. He wanted to bring the honor back to his family that was taken by Frieza's defeat. So, secretly sneaking upon Goku's camping ground, he watches silently, waiting for the right time to strike...
"My Lord." The Saiyan bowed to the short purple god, keeping his head down and standing still as his wife, Katarel hissed and fussed about the deity's poor health.
The poor deity looked awful. His lavender cheeks were red from the fever, and the rest of his face was pale. His white Mohawk, which usually held itself gracefully, now drooped over one eye. He brushed it out of the way. His black eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. The Saiyan felt pity for the god. Katarel apparently disliked seeing him like this. She ordered and ordered him to go to bed and sleep, but he wouldn't listen. He didn't speak. He just stood there, looking like a ghost. The Saiyan was quiet as the god silently looked over the rogue, trying to decipher if he saw friend or foe in this stranger. Finally making a decision, he relaxed slightly and gave a small smile. The Saiyan straightened up and looked the other, slightly shorter Saiyan over, from head to toe.
Katarel was wearing a Kaioshin uniform, apparently showing she was going to get him in bed and make sure that there was nothing for him to worry about as he got better. Not that the rogue had any doubts in the Kaioshin-in-training. She was just a little difficult. Her Kaioshin uniform was purple with a blue under shirt, and her pants were the same pale blue. Her eyes were dark and had their usual pleading look. She was always pleading with the Kaioshin.
The exhausted god held up a hand that would silence anyone-anyone else, that is-but Katarel went on and on about how he should be in bed, resting.
The deity bowed to the Saiyan, who wore his usual uniform of all black silk. His hat hid his face, but his eyes glittered from stifled laughter as the deity turned to Katarel, gave her a look that said 'I'm going to bed now' and walked off.
Katarel turned to him and said, stubbornly,
"You can take that stupid costume off, you know."
The rogue shook his head and started to speak, when Katarel held up a hand, asking for silence.
"It's been too long, and you know it."
"Don't remind me." the mysterious character said. "I can't believe Goku was stupid enough to take on Frieza alone."
Katarel sighed. Goku, thankfully, was not one of her successors. Katarel was a short Saiyan, training to become a Kaioshin. She was about five feet tall, give or take an inch, and she had black hair that the rogue (we'll call him Rogue for the time being) envied, for it did not spike and stick up. On the contrary, she looked like any other normal Earth being. Her eyes sparkled and shone in the firelight, and her hair was cascades of shining ebony.
Katarel walked through the doors and stepped outside, into the bright sunlight. Breathing deeply, she spoke to Rogue like she were trying to figure out a mystery. There was a big mystery to Rogue. Like why he wore that outfit anyway. Katarel shook her head and spoke, the words forming on her lips, forcing them out of her mouth.
"What's happening with the world?"
Rogue just took a deep breath and replied nonchalantly,
"Frieza's gone."
Katarel frowned.
"I noticed that much. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about that..."
Rogue just stared at the floor and his black and blue boots.
"It wasn't my fault..." he mumbled.
Katarel looked back with a stern glance, and her features softened when she saw the look on Rogue's face.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I know you did what you did because you had to. I don't blame you for anything. You just had to, that's all. Please don't cry.."
But it was too late. The Saiyan girl had made him cry. Oh what a softie! She thought as she handed him a kerchief. He pushed away and angrily wiped his eyes. He turned so abruptly, his cape caught on a vase behind him and knocked it over. He bowed and quickly transported out of there.
Oh, Kai. What am I going to do to you? Katarel thought as she picked up the broken shards of the vase.
Neko Kai:: Hello! Oh, hello! I've actually gotten some reviews (who would have thought?) and I'm in the process of writing the next several chapters! Now, If I get one more good review, then I will post them soon. Now, I'm off to my writing... Good-bye! *disappears with a soft breeze*
~Neko Kai (the Greatest Artist and Author in the UNIVERSE!) (Next to Ayame, Cassie, and Bellbandy)
Part Three
I'm looking for a place.
I'm searching for a face.
Is anybody here,
I know?
'Cause nothing's going right,
And everything's a mess.
And no one likes
To be alone.
Unfortunately, Lord Cooler caught wind of Frieza's death. And like everyone else, he thought that it was Goku who had killed his brother. So, even though Goku repeatedly tells everyone that he did not kill Frieza, no one believes him. Cooler now plans to extract his revenge, though not for any reason for him liking his brother-Cooler hated Frieza. He wanted to bring the honor back to his family that was taken by Frieza's defeat. So, secretly sneaking upon Goku's camping ground, he watches silently, waiting for the right time to strike...
"My Lord." The Saiyan bowed to the short purple god, keeping his head down and standing still as his wife, Katarel hissed and fussed about the deity's poor health.
The poor deity looked awful. His lavender cheeks were red from the fever, and the rest of his face was pale. His white Mohawk, which usually held itself gracefully, now drooped over one eye. He brushed it out of the way. His black eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot. The Saiyan felt pity for the god. Katarel apparently disliked seeing him like this. She ordered and ordered him to go to bed and sleep, but he wouldn't listen. He didn't speak. He just stood there, looking like a ghost. The Saiyan was quiet as the god silently looked over the rogue, trying to decipher if he saw friend or foe in this stranger. Finally making a decision, he relaxed slightly and gave a small smile. The Saiyan straightened up and looked the other, slightly shorter Saiyan over, from head to toe.
Katarel was wearing a Kaioshin uniform, apparently showing she was going to get him in bed and make sure that there was nothing for him to worry about as he got better. Not that the rogue had any doubts in the Kaioshin-in-training. She was just a little difficult. Her Kaioshin uniform was purple with a blue under shirt, and her pants were the same pale blue. Her eyes were dark and had their usual pleading look. She was always pleading with the Kaioshin.
The exhausted god held up a hand that would silence anyone-anyone else, that is-but Katarel went on and on about how he should be in bed, resting.
The deity bowed to the Saiyan, who wore his usual uniform of all black silk. His hat hid his face, but his eyes glittered from stifled laughter as the deity turned to Katarel, gave her a look that said 'I'm going to bed now' and walked off.
Katarel turned to him and said, stubbornly,
"You can take that stupid costume off, you know."
The rogue shook his head and started to speak, when Katarel held up a hand, asking for silence.
"It's been too long, and you know it."
"Don't remind me." the mysterious character said. "I can't believe Goku was stupid enough to take on Frieza alone."
Katarel sighed. Goku, thankfully, was not one of her successors. Katarel was a short Saiyan, training to become a Kaioshin. She was about five feet tall, give or take an inch, and she had black hair that the rogue (we'll call him Rogue for the time being) envied, for it did not spike and stick up. On the contrary, she looked like any other normal Earth being. Her eyes sparkled and shone in the firelight, and her hair was cascades of shining ebony.
Katarel walked through the doors and stepped outside, into the bright sunlight. Breathing deeply, she spoke to Rogue like she were trying to figure out a mystery. There was a big mystery to Rogue. Like why he wore that outfit anyway. Katarel shook her head and spoke, the words forming on her lips, forcing them out of her mouth.
"What's happening with the world?"
Rogue just took a deep breath and replied nonchalantly,
"Frieza's gone."
Katarel frowned.
"I noticed that much. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about that..."
Rogue just stared at the floor and his black and blue boots.
"It wasn't my fault..." he mumbled.
Katarel looked back with a stern glance, and her features softened when she saw the look on Rogue's face.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I know you did what you did because you had to. I don't blame you for anything. You just had to, that's all. Please don't cry.."
But it was too late. The Saiyan girl had made him cry. Oh what a softie! She thought as she handed him a kerchief. He pushed away and angrily wiped his eyes. He turned so abruptly, his cape caught on a vase behind him and knocked it over. He bowed and quickly transported out of there.
Oh, Kai. What am I going to do to you? Katarel thought as she picked up the broken shards of the vase.
Neko Kai:: Hello! Oh, hello! I've actually gotten some reviews (who would have thought?) and I'm in the process of writing the next several chapters! Now, If I get one more good review, then I will post them soon. Now, I'm off to my writing... Good-bye! *disappears with a soft breeze*
~Neko Kai (the Greatest Artist and Author in the UNIVERSE!) (Next to Ayame, Cassie, and Bellbandy)
