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I don't own DBZ, though just a couple days with the characters would be kick shit. =P
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Confused Piccolo took to the sky from the small teapot shaped house headed for his waterfall. When he was close to his destination, he heard splashing and grunts from his watering hole. Stopping just before the line of trees ended he looked out across the water but saw nothing. Scowling and grunting himself he flew to the top of the waterfall and entered a cave high up its side behind the cascading flow.
Settling on a smoothed stone, Piccolo kicked off his shoes and pulled his top down his broad shoulders and let it rest around his waist. He put his chin to his chest and started counting his breathing, listening to the relentless pound of the water when he heard splashing and grunts again. Stretching his long legs he stalked to the edge of the cavern and looked out onto the calm pond of water. He still sensed nothing, this is getting old he thought. As he turned to reclaim his seat he saw something at the edge of the pool of water; a small crimson pool had formed close to the side…
"What the hell?"
Coming from the cave, he floated to the ground by the pool ready to fully explore when a burst of bubbles broke the surface not a foot away from the red puddle. Jumping into a nearby shrub, Piccolo watched with intent eyes, as a hand emerged full of silt from the bottom of the pond. Attached to that arm was something that might have been human, though it was hard to tell through all the busts, cuts and bruises on every patch of showing skin. The thing moved to the bank and sat, ripping off tatters of shirt that hung on by threads. It grunted and looked at the wounds across its body, testing some of the deeper by carefully prodding around them and groaning when it poked too hard.
Piccolo was about to emerge from the brush when the hand filled with silt dumped its contents onto a concave stone, already full of muck, and gritted its teeth. Standing from the shrub Piccolo watched as one hand dug into the fine dirt and ground it through thin fingers. He shook his head as a flashback of an earlier daydream re-emerged. The hand cupped and moved the clump of gritty mud to one blistered and bleeding shoulder, a sudden escape of bass emanated from the "thing" as it slapped the hand onto its shoulder and began grinding the muck into the fresh wound. Piccolo grimaced at the sight and watched in awe as it continued to groan and spit as it used every ounce of silt to clean the seeping wounds. As he fully removed himself from the shrub to grab the poor creature, it dove back into the water, leaving a film of foamy blood and murky water in its wake.
Standing half naked by the pond, Piccolo waited for the "thing" to re- emerge, he didn't have to wait long. Quickly, a head popped above the water, and Piccolo watched as the water rippled as the hands lightly rubbed the dirt from its wounds. As it stepped from the water, Piccolo saw that this being was not only human, but also female. What had remained of the shirt had fallen in tatters around her in the water and it was apparent that she didn't just have wounds along her neck and arms, but all over her body.
Flicking hair out of her face she turned, saw the overpowering namek, and sat with a thump onto the ground, covering herself.
"What are you doing here?" Piccolo growled in mock anger moving forward a couple of steps to see exactly what type of person he was dealing with and was surprised. The woman frowned so deeply that furrows on her forehead grew and her busted lips fell into a sneer. She shook her mane with a jerk and glared up at him.
"I am bathing, and since I saw no markers indicating private land I've taken this place as a temporary refuge…"
Piccolo grunted in reply and stared across the water for a moment then looked back at the pile of bruised flesh at his feet. She didn't look fragile (partly because it was apparent she'd taken one hell of a beating and was still moving) and though her first words were spoken in anger and haste, Piccolo doubted that this was a true demeanor.
Grasping a section of his gi he heaved and ripped off the top half, he tossed the purple cloth at the woman and quarter turned so that she could pull it on.
Surprised at the green hulk, she pulled the top over her head and studied the characteristics of the beast in front of her. He was insanely tall and wide shouldered. She wasn't so shocked at his coloring or the fact that he was plainly not human so much as his sheer size and the well development of features he had. A large square jaw, high cheekbones and it was certainly noticeable that this creature pressed his physical capabilities far beyond was necessary.
She stood, grunting at the tightness of her flesh and catching her balance on a nearby tree. She saw the green hulk jump slightly at her movement, though she wasn't sure if it was because he would have caught her or moved out the way. Frowning she looked up into his face and sighed, "I'm Gjen."
"Piccolo."
I don't own DBZ, though just a couple days with the characters would be kick shit. =P
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Confused Piccolo took to the sky from the small teapot shaped house headed for his waterfall. When he was close to his destination, he heard splashing and grunts from his watering hole. Stopping just before the line of trees ended he looked out across the water but saw nothing. Scowling and grunting himself he flew to the top of the waterfall and entered a cave high up its side behind the cascading flow.
Settling on a smoothed stone, Piccolo kicked off his shoes and pulled his top down his broad shoulders and let it rest around his waist. He put his chin to his chest and started counting his breathing, listening to the relentless pound of the water when he heard splashing and grunts again. Stretching his long legs he stalked to the edge of the cavern and looked out onto the calm pond of water. He still sensed nothing, this is getting old he thought. As he turned to reclaim his seat he saw something at the edge of the pool of water; a small crimson pool had formed close to the side…
"What the hell?"
Coming from the cave, he floated to the ground by the pool ready to fully explore when a burst of bubbles broke the surface not a foot away from the red puddle. Jumping into a nearby shrub, Piccolo watched with intent eyes, as a hand emerged full of silt from the bottom of the pond. Attached to that arm was something that might have been human, though it was hard to tell through all the busts, cuts and bruises on every patch of showing skin. The thing moved to the bank and sat, ripping off tatters of shirt that hung on by threads. It grunted and looked at the wounds across its body, testing some of the deeper by carefully prodding around them and groaning when it poked too hard.
Piccolo was about to emerge from the brush when the hand filled with silt dumped its contents onto a concave stone, already full of muck, and gritted its teeth. Standing from the shrub Piccolo watched as one hand dug into the fine dirt and ground it through thin fingers. He shook his head as a flashback of an earlier daydream re-emerged. The hand cupped and moved the clump of gritty mud to one blistered and bleeding shoulder, a sudden escape of bass emanated from the "thing" as it slapped the hand onto its shoulder and began grinding the muck into the fresh wound. Piccolo grimaced at the sight and watched in awe as it continued to groan and spit as it used every ounce of silt to clean the seeping wounds. As he fully removed himself from the shrub to grab the poor creature, it dove back into the water, leaving a film of foamy blood and murky water in its wake.
Standing half naked by the pond, Piccolo waited for the "thing" to re- emerge, he didn't have to wait long. Quickly, a head popped above the water, and Piccolo watched as the water rippled as the hands lightly rubbed the dirt from its wounds. As it stepped from the water, Piccolo saw that this being was not only human, but also female. What had remained of the shirt had fallen in tatters around her in the water and it was apparent that she didn't just have wounds along her neck and arms, but all over her body.
Flicking hair out of her face she turned, saw the overpowering namek, and sat with a thump onto the ground, covering herself.
"What are you doing here?" Piccolo growled in mock anger moving forward a couple of steps to see exactly what type of person he was dealing with and was surprised. The woman frowned so deeply that furrows on her forehead grew and her busted lips fell into a sneer. She shook her mane with a jerk and glared up at him.
"I am bathing, and since I saw no markers indicating private land I've taken this place as a temporary refuge…"
Piccolo grunted in reply and stared across the water for a moment then looked back at the pile of bruised flesh at his feet. She didn't look fragile (partly because it was apparent she'd taken one hell of a beating and was still moving) and though her first words were spoken in anger and haste, Piccolo doubted that this was a true demeanor.
Grasping a section of his gi he heaved and ripped off the top half, he tossed the purple cloth at the woman and quarter turned so that she could pull it on.
Surprised at the green hulk, she pulled the top over her head and studied the characteristics of the beast in front of her. He was insanely tall and wide shouldered. She wasn't so shocked at his coloring or the fact that he was plainly not human so much as his sheer size and the well development of features he had. A large square jaw, high cheekbones and it was certainly noticeable that this creature pressed his physical capabilities far beyond was necessary.
She stood, grunting at the tightness of her flesh and catching her balance on a nearby tree. She saw the green hulk jump slightly at her movement, though she wasn't sure if it was because he would have caught her or moved out the way. Frowning she looked up into his face and sighed, "I'm Gjen."
"Piccolo."
