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Chapter 2

"I didn't realize the ki signal was this far away....." Piccolo said to himself as he flew across the desert. A sandstorm was picking up, and if he wanted to see who was out here, he had better do it fast. Landing in an area where the signal seemed to be the strongest, he glanced around. Scanning the area with his black eyes. Had he not heard the slight moans coming from underneath a large sage plant he would've left, for the whole area seemed void of any life at all.
"*Unh*.....What am I going to do.....Ohh...These wounds are really sore." Piccolo heard whispering and walked over to the sage plant. Getting on one knee he peered beneath it. He got nothing but a hiss and a scratch in the face.
"Get out of here! I need no one's help! Especially no human's help!" the creature hissed at him.
"I'm not a human..and you'd better be glad you're hurt or I would be kicking your ass, ungrateful brat." Piccolo snarled at her and she glared back at him, trying to look tough, though pain was etched across her features. "I came to help you, though I'm not so sure I will now. Who are you?"
"If you must know, my name is Moji. I remember nothing of my journey here, nor do I know why I'm here. And you?" She lied, and continued to stare up at him with large green/gray eyes. An unforgiving gaze, that seemed to judge Piccolo for everything he had ever done. It made him uneasy.
"My name is Piccolo, I'm not a human, I'm a Namek. Or maybe you hold a grudge against me too?" Piccolo sneered at her.
"No...I'm sorry for hissing at you, but that man...." Moji pointed back towards the man's house.
"That man, he turned me away when I asked for help. I've done nothing to him, and yet he called me names....He called me a freak, and told me to leave." Moji winced in pain and Piccolo turned his attention to her wounds. She had tried to bandage them by ripping away some of her clothes and tying the cloth right above the wound to stop the bleeding. Her wing was still badly broken and if Piccolo left her here, she would not survive.
"C'mon then, I know someone who can help you." He said reaching out to her. She swatted his hand away.
"I am perfectly able to stand....thanks." Moji hissed and crawled out from under the plant. Struggling, she mananged to pull herself into a standing position. She had lost so much blood however, that she was even more unsteady than before. Nearly falling over, Piccolo caught her roughly by the arm and pulled her back to her feet.
"Do you still not want my help?" He asked, annoyance in his voice.
"Yes....please.." Moji admitted defeat and leaned her weight onto Piccolo's arm."Thank you."
"Your welcome....now come on, if you don't hurry up I'll leave you here." Piccolo looked down at her and saw the fear cast in her eyes as she struggled to fold her broken wing against her back. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in pain. "Do you think you could hold on if I flew?"
"I-I think so....I'm just not so sure I want to be carried." Moji answered, wanting to contain at least some of her dignity.
"Well, how do you suggest we get out of this desert? Maybe you would like to so see that man again and ask him to give us a ride!?" He spat out sarcastically.
"No, I guess you're right....well, let's go."
"Good, I've been ready." Piccolo pulled her closer so she could loop her arms around his neck. "If you annoy me at all, brat, be warned that you may find out how well you can fly with that broken wing." Once he was sure she had a grip, he put one arm around her waist and floated into the air." Are you ready?"
"Yes...you can go,I'm not scared you know, it's not as if I haven't flown before! These wings aren't just ornamental." Moji replied, sarcasm tainting her voice. Piccolo growled slightly in annoyance.
"You're annoying me....that's strike one."
"Sorry......Thanks for helping me. Where are we going?" Moji asked as they continued their flight.
"To a friend, who can heal your wounds and your broken wing. Now shutup, brat." Piccolo stared straight ahead, trying to forget his passenger. Moji scowled at him but kept quiet and turned her attention to the scenery below.
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Dende felt rather than saw the two approaching people in the distance. He knew one was Piccolo,but he did not recognize the other's ki signature. Mr. Popo stood behind him.
"Something wrong, Dende-sama?" He asked and walked closer to the young God.
"No...nothing's wrong, Piccolo's on his way and he has someone with him.." Dende answered quietly.
"Oh, I wonder who it is?" Mr. Popo waddled towards the edge of the lookout and peered over.
"I'm not sure...I've never felt a signal like this one...."
"Oh, Dende! Do you think it's dangerous??"
"I'm not sure, I don't think so. I mean, Piccolo wouldn't bring a dangerous creature here."
"We'll soon see...." Mr. Popo replied as he finally saw the two figures coming closer. As they continued their approach, Popo could begin to see them in more detail. One was obviously Piccolo. But the other was unlike any alien he had ever seen before. He couldn't sense ki, but he knew somehow that this alien was not good news. Something about it....seemed strange. Popo dimissed these thoughts as he realized that Dende would've have sensed if it were evil. So he put on a cheerful face and prepared to welcome the visitors.
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Piccolo set Moji down once he landed on the lookout. He kept one hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling over. Dende and Popo walked over to greet them.
"Piccolo! You don't come here often...it's nice to see you. And who is your friend?" Mr. Popo asked as Dnede looked over her wounds. Moji spoke up for herself.
"I'm not his friend, I came because he said that you could heal my wounds....." She said, almost falling over from loss of blood.
"Yes, I can heal you." Dende smiled at Moji. "My name's Dende and this is Mr. Popo."
"P-pleased to meet you...." she replied, growing weaker by the minute.
"Dende, the kid's is going to pass out if you don't heal her..." Piccolo finally spoke up.
"Yes of course, I'm sorry.." Dende said sheepishly and took Moji's arm, leading her away from Piccolo. "Please lay down here..." He said helping her to the floor. She obeyed and lay on her back, watching Dende carefully.
"How long will this take?" She asked.
"Only moments...please hold still, I'm not going to hurt you." Dende placed his hands over Moji and they began to glow. Moji gasped, but lay still and even relaxed when she felt the soreness in her body leaving her. The glow ended and Moji sat up.
"That was amazing...Thank you so much." She said, smiling at him.
"Well, now that you're healed, I'm going." Piccolo reminded everyone of his presence and turned aroung, preparing to take off. Moji stopped him.
"Wait....can I come with you?" She asked tentatively.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you annoy me."
"Look, let me stay a little while, and if I start to get on your nerves then I will leave. I swear." Moji answered him truthfully. "I mean, its not that I'm helpless or anything, but it'd be nice to have company."
"You get ONE chance kid, ONE. And if you so much as breathe the wrong way, you're gone. Understood?" He asked turning back around to face Moji. She nodded and gave him a small grin,showing her fangs.
"Wait just one moment..." she said and walked back to Dende. Kneeling down to his height she gave him a quick hug. "Thank you so much for helping me....I hope we can see each other again."
"I'd like that." Dende smiled and returned the embrace. Letting go, Moji turned to Piccolo.
"Lead the way." she said and spread her now mended wings to their full length.
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(A/N- This wasn't very long either, but I hope you liked it just the same, and don't worry things will get MUCH more exciting. Please review. PLEASE O PLEASE review. ^__^)