My DBZ Adventure--Part 6
A/N: Sorry for the wait on part 5 and 6 for those of you who were actually reading this. I kinda went on a break for a while and started another story. (Now I have like five going at once. *-*) If you want I'll post that one, too. It's called Jasmine and it's a Sailor Moon fic. If you want me to post it, please tell me in you review. Or e-mail me at
Disclaimer: Must I keep doing this? I think you already know that I don't own and DBZ characters. And if you do you need to go get your head examined. I do own Jessie, Cassie, Jo, Kat, and the plot. Again, if you wanna use my characters (don't know why you would) please ask, k? Ja ne!
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I watched as Gohan approached me, flying just above ground level. He stopped in front of me, threw punches, which I blocked, surprisingly, without much effort. I knew he wasn't giving me even a fraction of what he had, and I was glad.
I could tell he was surprised when I went on the offensive, throwing some attacks of my own. We were locked in hand-to-hand combat, blocking and throwing attacks.
Once we stepped back from each other, we both sustained at least a bit of damage. Though, all I could see on Gohan was a split lip. I, however, had a bloody lip, several bruises, various cuts on my face and limped a bit on my left leg.
"You're good, Jessie," Gohan said, looking at me. "I thought we were gonna have to start from scratch. I didn't know you knew the martial arts."
I smirked a bit. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Gohan." He blinked. "I'm not an open book, you know. I have my secrets." By now I had caught my breath and breathed easy.
"Oh, I'm sure you do."
"Gohan, you gonna talk or fight?" Piccolo barked.
Gohan turned to face Piccolo, putting his back to me. "I dunno, Piccolo. She looks like she's had enough," he said, totally unaware of me.
I smirked as I saw an opening. My smirk grew as I realized he wasn't paying any attention to me. I ran up behind him and kicked his feet out from underneath him, causing him to fall on his back. Seeing he was a bit dazed, I quickly brought down my elbow to stop just above his throat.
"Ah ah ah, Gohan, I wouldn't move," I said, smiling at him. He looked at me for a minute before relaxing a bit. Then I heard something I never thought I'd hear: Piccolo laughing. I looked over to see Piccolo laughing at Gohan. I smiled, knowing I was one of the few people to make the Namek laugh, or even smile.
When my head was turned I felt something grab onto my elbow and force my fist up into my face. I felt a searing pain in my nose and I grasped it with both hands, falling to the ground. I could feel the blood flowing all over my hands, but I was in too much pain to care. I wanted to cry, but I didn't, thinking that Gohan and Piccolo wouldn't have as much respect for me if I did.
"Gohan, I thought you knew better than to do sneak attacks," Piccolo said, walking over.
"Sorry, Piccolo. I just saw an opening, just like when she must've when I wasn't paying attention. Right, Jessie? Jessie?" Gohan walked over to me. I could hear him, but I was in too much pain to respond. "Jessie, are you okay?" he asked.
I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. The blood was still flowing freely and I could feel it slip out between my fingers. I began to feel light-headed.
Gohan saw the blood and gasped. "Jessie, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.
Piccolo knelt down beside me and ripped off a piece of his cape. "Here," he said, taking my hands. He held them in a surprisingly gentle manner and took them away from my face. Quickly he put the cloth up to my nose and told me to hold it there. I looked at him for a moment, wondering why he was being so kind and gentle. I knew he had a soft side, but never this soft. But all too soon he stood and turned his back to me.
"Don't get used to the kind treatment, kid," he said roughly. "'Cause it won't last for long."
As soon as the pain subsided a bit and the bleeding stopped I pulled the now-red cloth away from my face. "'Course not," I said, eyeing his back.
"Gohan, get her cleaned up," Piccolo said. "I'll be waiting at the waterfall." With that he flew off.
"Are you all right?" Gohan asked. "I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, Gohan. I know you didn't hurt me on purpose. I wasn't paying attention," I told him, trying not to move my mouth too much. Gohan took my hands and helped me to my feet. I swayed as a wave of dizziness washed over me and I felt Gohan slip an arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him. (Not that I minded. ^_~)
"You sure you're okay?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah. Just got up too fast, that's all," I said. Gohan nodded.
"We should go meet Piccolo." I agreed. With that he picked me up and flew after Piccolo.
We landed at the waterfall after about a minute of flying. I guessed Piccolo was behind it, meditating. Gohan put me on my feet at the bank of the water and I knelt down to wash my face. Once all the blood was washed off I stood up and dried off. I finally looked at my reflection in the water and winced. I had a few various cuts on my face, a split lip, my nose didn't look right, and I had many cuts on my arms and legs.
"You ready?" Gohan asked. I nodded and walked over to him. He led me behind the fall and we found Piccolo waiting for us.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Piccolo," I said. Instead of a reply he threw a ki blast at me. Gohan blocked it for me. "What was that for?!"
"You need to learn self-defense," he said gruffly, in his baritone voice. "Gohan will teach you how."
"Okay, but I still don't think the blast was really necessary," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I thought I saw his mouth twitch as if trying to smile, but I wasn't sure. I shook my head and followed Gohan back outside.
"All right," Gohan said, picking a spot away from the waterfall. "Flying can be a form of defense as well as a mode of transportation, so we'll start with that."
I nodded. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
"Answer questions."
"Okay, what do you wanna know?"
Gohan thought for a moment. "When you blocked Piccolo's attack when we first came here, what did you feel?"
"Feel? Well, fear was a big one, and...anger I guess. Why?"
"Because strong emotions, like fear and anger, are usually what brings out the power. The power comes from a need," he told me. I nodded and smiled, knowing that's what Goku had told him in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Then we both sat down and talked.
For at least an hour I listened to Gohan as he explained to me exactly what the power was and what I had to do to control it. When I thought I understood, I stood up and Gohan did the same. I closed my eyes and concentrated on creating a need. I pictured me with my friends, laughing and having fun. Then the school bullies came and started attacking them, which made me angry.
I have to protect my friends! I thought fiercely, forgetting it wasn't really happening. I felt the power well up inside me, as well as the rage. But suddenly the feeling of power exploded, but it didn't go down, but it stayed the same. Feeling that something was surrounding me, I opened my eyes and looked around. I looked at Gohan, who was staring at me.
"What? Did I grow another head?" I asked, looking at myself. What I saw made me gasp. Surrounding my body were, what looked like, flames. I lifted my arm and looked at it. "Whoa...Gohan, is this my ki?"
He smiled. "Yes. That was great, Jessie," he said proudly.
I beamed up at him and examined my hands. "Gohan, is that what you had to do to go Super Saiyan?" I asked seriously.
"In a way, yes," he replied.
I nodded, then grinned. "So, when do I get to fly?"
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I opened my mouth to speak, but Gohan put a hand on my shoulder. "Piccolo, I think we should go back home for dinner," he said.
Piccolo opened his eyes and stood. "All right, Gohan," was all he said. He didn't even acknowledge that I was there. He brushed by me and headed outside. I looked down at the ground when Gohan walked past me, saddened by Piccolo's behavior. I decided to shake it of. Besides, this is Piccolo we're talking about. He rarely shows any emotion by anger.
I joined Gohan and Piccolo outside and watched as they took to the air. I jumped up into the air with then and watched Piccolo take off. He knew I couldn't fly fast yet, but I had a feeling he didn't give leaving me behind a second thought.
"What's the matter, Jessie?" Gohan asked, coming up beside me.
"Piccolo doesn't like me very much, does he?" I asked, trying to make him out in the distance.
Gohan smiled gently. "It's not that he doesn't like you, it's just that he's not very god at showing emotions. I believe he thinks they make him weak. Don't let that bother you. It's just something you have to get used to. The more time you spend with him the easier he'll be to talk to and get along with."
"Thanks, Gohan." I smiled back at him. "But does he really have to ignore me like that?"
"Don't worry about it." I nodded and kept on flying toward—hopefully—my new home.
We landed outside of the Son house and Gohan turned to me. "You did really well today," he said.
"Thanks, Gohan." I smirked. "I can't wait 'til I'm good enough to teach Piccolo a thing or two."
Gohan laughed. "Be patient, you'll get there soon enough."
"Well, I can't wait!"
"C'mon, let's go inside." Gohan opened the door and followed me inside. We immediately went in and washed up for dinner.
We met Goku and Chichi in the kitchen and watched as she scolded him for trying to steal some early food. Gohan and I looked at each other laughed.
"Goku, go sit down!" Chichi scolded. Goku obediently did what he was told. "You, too, Gohan."
"Can I do something, Chichi?" I asked. "I'd like to help."
She smiled. "All right. Here, take these to the table." Chichi handed me some food dishes and I brought them over. "At least someone wants to help," she said, glaring at the two Saiyans.
"Aww...c'mon, Chichi," Goku said.
"Nevermind," she cut in. "Let's eat."
Goku's face lit up and he dug in at the same speed as before. The food barely touched his plate before it was inhaled. Gohan, however, was a bit more polite and didn't eat with super speed.
I shook my head. "It's a wonder he doesn't choke. Doesn't he ever get tired?"
Chichi smiled lovingly at Goku. "No. I think it's because he's a Saiyan. Their bodies are designed to take in food like that."
I nodded and continued eating. My thoughts were wandering toward Piccolo, and I realized he wasn't there. I looked around and saw him outside, floating under a tree.
"Gohan, why isn't Piccolo eating with us?" I asked.
Gohan stopped eating. "I'm not sure. He usually comes in with me."
I looked down at my now-empty plate. "It's me. I'm the reason he's not coming in."
"Don't let it get to you," Chichi said. "He's not very sociable or easy to get along with."
"Mom!"
"Can I bring him some food?" I asked before a fight could break out.
"If you really want to," Chichi replied.
"I do."
Chichi got out an extra plate and gave it to me. Not knowing what he liked, I put a little bit of everything on it. When it was ready, I opened the door and walked outside.
"Piccolo, I thought you were going to eat with us," I said, walking over to him. "I thought you might be hungry so I brought some food for you." I put the plate down next to him.
I looked over at him and saw he was trying to ignore me. "I know you can hear me, Piccolo. I don't care if you don't talk, but you can stop trying to ignore me. I'm trying to be nice to you."
Piccolo snorted. "Well you can stop being nice," he said gruffly. "I don't need you to look after me."
I put my hands on my hips and glared at him. "I know that! But whether you know it or like it, everyone needs friends. Yes, even Nameks, Piccolo. And I know you have Gohan, but sooner or later, you'll see that one friend won't be enough." With that I turned on my heel. "I'll see you for training," I called over my shoulder. Then I walked back in the house.
"So, how'd it go?" Gohan asked, upon seeing me.
I cast a glance over my shoulder. "I think I gave him some food for thought."