___Chapter 21___
Oboe had not been expecting that from him. She could barely breathe she was so shocked. She didn't notice that she had lost her transformation, and was herself again.
{{We planned everything so perfectly, how could it have gone this wrong?}} something kept screaming in the back of her head. Her eyes stung sharply, invisible tears fighting in them that never quite came out, so they only made her sapphire irises sparkle dangerously.
He had seen right through her.
Oboe's fists clenched into tight fists, and purple blood began to seep between her fingers as her claws punctured her palms. A half-grimace came over her face, and her body stood, stiff and unyielding. If she had to kill for the dragonballs, she would. She knew that, even though she didn't want to admit it.
Muuri saw the internal torment on her face, and it hurt him. What had HAPPENED to her? "Please, do not be angered." He said softly as he placed a hand on her rock-hard shoulder, "I did not mean you distress, Oboe."
She turned her head to look at him. He was truthful in every word. The hidden tears glistened in her eyes, but she shook her head, tiny sparkles coming from them as she did. Then she looked back at him, but glimpsed her hands first.
Oboe cursed softly as a lace of pain threaded through her palms. Muuri took her hands in his and healed them. Oboe smiled half-heartedly in gratitude.
"Now please, tell me what really happened down there on earth. Then perhaps I will be able to help you." he said shortly afterward. Oboe bit her lip as the ridges above her eyes drew together. She turned toward the others for approval and reassurance. Vegeta just shrugged his shoulders with a look on his face that said "Things have gotten screwed up enough around here- go for it". Gohan only nodded.
Oboe had been trying to be firm, but when she began retelling the events, it made them seem all the more real, and when she got up to the part where Piccolo's lifeless body collapsed into her arms, she broke down and cried.
Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to se Gohan, saying to her "It's alright. Just go on, Oboe. You heard what he said. Maybe he can help us get him back. Just tell him what happened." His words gave her courage, and she finished the story.
Needless to say, Muuri was surprised by some of what she said, especially because he knew she was telling the truth. She saw the confusion on his face, and explained the circumstances of Lute's 'birth'.
He took everything she said in, and replied "I must think this all over. You may stay here in the meantime."
So Muuri left the main area of the building and went off to think what was to become of the three travelers, and the dragonballs.
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Vegeta wasn't sure what to think. Gohan was looking around the room from his seat on the floor. Oboe was pacing, muttering hell-knows-what in namekian. He himself was leaning against a wall, trying to figure out the events of the day. The telling of the stories had taken a 1/2 hour at most, and they had been waiting around about that long, waiting for an answer.
{{I'm getting impatient! Why can't that old man get back out here? We've been sitting in this sweltering heap of a building for an HOUR! If he doesn't hurry up... I'm not going to wait forever. Either he's out here in the next hour, or I'm gonna steal that dragonball.}} Vegeta thought to himself as he looked at the others.
A sigh escapes the sayian's mouth as he slapped a hand over his face and muttered "Hope you're having a better time than I am , friend.
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Piccolo was standing at the end of snake way. When he had first glimpsed the end, he had sped up and got there in less than a minute. Now he was waiting for Kami to catch up. "There it is, Kaio-sama's place. Never thought I'd ever come here again. *sigh* Never wanted to either. Wonder what's been going on down on Namek..." he said to himself as he looked around at the desolate plain surrounding him. Finally, his counterpart appeared in the distance.
Kami talked aloud as he slowly walked to where his 'son' stood., waiting. "So impatient. It doesn't matter how fast we go, the wait will be just as long. Why use up your energy when it doesn't matter? He has to learn patience!"
Piccolo heard him 'bitching' in the distance. He glanced irritably at Kami when the god reached him and yelled "You took long enough!"
"It doesn't matter Piccolo. Don't waste your energy."
"Aw, I didn't know you CARED." Piccolo remarked snidely, "Why does it matter how much I use? It's MY energy!"
"CAN WE STOP FIGHTING AND GET GOING!!!!"
"Ok! God! I thought you were suppose to be the calm one!"
Kami sighed and replied "I think it would be best if we keep our distance after this. We seem to only get at each other's throats when together."
"Alright." said Piccolo as he shot off toward the little green planet high in the sky.
"I hope this doesn't turn into an all-out war." Kami whispered to himself as he shook his head.
Oboe had not been expecting that from him. She could barely breathe she was so shocked. She didn't notice that she had lost her transformation, and was herself again.
{{We planned everything so perfectly, how could it have gone this wrong?}} something kept screaming in the back of her head. Her eyes stung sharply, invisible tears fighting in them that never quite came out, so they only made her sapphire irises sparkle dangerously.
He had seen right through her.
Oboe's fists clenched into tight fists, and purple blood began to seep between her fingers as her claws punctured her palms. A half-grimace came over her face, and her body stood, stiff and unyielding. If she had to kill for the dragonballs, she would. She knew that, even though she didn't want to admit it.
Muuri saw the internal torment on her face, and it hurt him. What had HAPPENED to her? "Please, do not be angered." He said softly as he placed a hand on her rock-hard shoulder, "I did not mean you distress, Oboe."
She turned her head to look at him. He was truthful in every word. The hidden tears glistened in her eyes, but she shook her head, tiny sparkles coming from them as she did. Then she looked back at him, but glimpsed her hands first.
Oboe cursed softly as a lace of pain threaded through her palms. Muuri took her hands in his and healed them. Oboe smiled half-heartedly in gratitude.
"Now please, tell me what really happened down there on earth. Then perhaps I will be able to help you." he said shortly afterward. Oboe bit her lip as the ridges above her eyes drew together. She turned toward the others for approval and reassurance. Vegeta just shrugged his shoulders with a look on his face that said "Things have gotten screwed up enough around here- go for it". Gohan only nodded.
Oboe had been trying to be firm, but when she began retelling the events, it made them seem all the more real, and when she got up to the part where Piccolo's lifeless body collapsed into her arms, she broke down and cried.
Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to se Gohan, saying to her "It's alright. Just go on, Oboe. You heard what he said. Maybe he can help us get him back. Just tell him what happened." His words gave her courage, and she finished the story.
Needless to say, Muuri was surprised by some of what she said, especially because he knew she was telling the truth. She saw the confusion on his face, and explained the circumstances of Lute's 'birth'.
He took everything she said in, and replied "I must think this all over. You may stay here in the meantime."
So Muuri left the main area of the building and went off to think what was to become of the three travelers, and the dragonballs.
---
Vegeta wasn't sure what to think. Gohan was looking around the room from his seat on the floor. Oboe was pacing, muttering hell-knows-what in namekian. He himself was leaning against a wall, trying to figure out the events of the day. The telling of the stories had taken a 1/2 hour at most, and they had been waiting around about that long, waiting for an answer.
{{I'm getting impatient! Why can't that old man get back out here? We've been sitting in this sweltering heap of a building for an HOUR! If he doesn't hurry up... I'm not going to wait forever. Either he's out here in the next hour, or I'm gonna steal that dragonball.}} Vegeta thought to himself as he looked at the others.
A sigh escapes the sayian's mouth as he slapped a hand over his face and muttered "Hope you're having a better time than I am , friend.
---
Piccolo was standing at the end of snake way. When he had first glimpsed the end, he had sped up and got there in less than a minute. Now he was waiting for Kami to catch up. "There it is, Kaio-sama's place. Never thought I'd ever come here again. *sigh* Never wanted to either. Wonder what's been going on down on Namek..." he said to himself as he looked around at the desolate plain surrounding him. Finally, his counterpart appeared in the distance.
Kami talked aloud as he slowly walked to where his 'son' stood., waiting. "So impatient. It doesn't matter how fast we go, the wait will be just as long. Why use up your energy when it doesn't matter? He has to learn patience!"
Piccolo heard him 'bitching' in the distance. He glanced irritably at Kami when the god reached him and yelled "You took long enough!"
"It doesn't matter Piccolo. Don't waste your energy."
"Aw, I didn't know you CARED." Piccolo remarked snidely, "Why does it matter how much I use? It's MY energy!"
"CAN WE STOP FIGHTING AND GET GOING!!!!"
"Ok! God! I thought you were suppose to be the calm one!"
Kami sighed and replied "I think it would be best if we keep our distance after this. We seem to only get at each other's throats when together."
"Alright." said Piccolo as he shot off toward the little green planet high in the sky.
"I hope this doesn't turn into an all-out war." Kami whispered to himself as he shook his head.