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:::Dream Maker:::
Chapter 6: 'Gafah'
(Shiga)
After the big shock of how I had acted, they took me to Capsule Corporation... I guess that's where the 'friends' ChiChi was talking about lived. I made it VERY clear to Goku and his family that it was all an act, I would NOT let this whole Piccolo humiliation thing spread too far. I mean come on... you should only completely and totally humiliate a guy so much. I had SOME heart, right? Anyway, Goku had a car and he drove me there with Gohan following along... maybe just to see his friends. Or maybe he was actually there to say good-bye to me. Or maybe just to escape the wrath of ChChi and her books. I don't know, don't care I guess. But he did come. ChiChi stayed at home, mentioning something about 'dishes'. Although I have to say... Goku's driving was HORRIBLE! I couldn't remember barely anything, but I know I must have been able to drive better than him. I thought we were gunna die for sure. But, somehow anyway, we lived to see Capsule Corp.
Goku opened my door for me, nearly ripping it off, and let me out. MAN, these people can make you nervous... if it wasn't an incredibly tall green man who saves you from bleeding to death, or ChiChi screaming at Gohan to do homework, some buff guy who drives like a mad-man and a grandma at the same time will almost kill you by opening the door. My word. Anyway, I lived through Goku's being politeness too, and I was brave enough to thank him.
"HERE WE ARE! 'Capsule Corp.'!" Goku exclaimed, pointing out the obvious, and took a big whiff of air as if he were out in the wilderness.
"Hmm... nice." I cautiously sniffed the air with him, and Goku broke out into giggles... 'why' I'll never know.
Gohan ran on ahead and rang CC's door bell, and we all awaited patiently. It wasn't long at all until some blue-haired woman came and opened the door. Blue... heh, what an interesting color for hair. Made me kinda feel un-unique, with my own dark-brown hair.
"HEY Goku, Gohan! Come on in!" The blue-haired lady greeted them... I guess she hadn't noticed me yet. Though that didn't last long.
"Oh HEY, who's your friend?" She took a curious and all-too energetic look at me.
"Hiya Bulma! This is the girl Piccolo saved that my mom told you about; Shiga. Shiga, this is Bulma... don't worry she'll be really nice, she always is." Gohan answered with a grin.
I took a couple of steps forward and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Bulma."
"Well nice to meet you too, Shiga! It's an honor." Man alive... she had one SHINY smile. "Here, come on in! You're welcome to stay as long as you like, we have plenty of rooms and food to spare." She added, still grinning.
Bulma was so far the only person here I saw that wasn't incredibly buff besides ChiChi. There's some strange people around here. Blue hair, beat the books, Mr. Greene, and like father like son. Was I the ONLY normal person around here? No wait, I wasn't normal either... guess there's just no such thing as normal in these parts. (Thus: my motto!)
Anyway, Bulma showed me inside with Gohan and Goku trailing behind. I decided to speak up, Gohan was doing a lot of talking and I kind of felt the obligation to budge in. "Wow, this is some nice place you've got here..." Which was totally true... that place was HUGE. You could fit about five elephants in there.
"Yeah, you like it? I've lived here for a while, I even built my own lab down-stairs." Bulma said acknowledging my existence.
"Wowie, a whole lab...? What would you need that for?" I asked in pure curiosity. Bulma chuckled in response. "You just so-happened to meet your first genius since your memory loss, Shiga! I have my own lab so I can conduct experiences and such." Bulma said and continued her little tour. After taking me through the living room and kitchen, she took me to little Trunks' room. After seeing his lavender hair, I automatically guessed it was Bulma's child.
"What a cutie!" I said for conversational reasons. Conversational ONLY of course... sure, he was cute, but I wasn't really into little kids much. And considering I couldn't remember anything, I couldn't seem to figure out what I would truly enjoy doing. What did I normally do when I still had my memory...? Maybe I'd never remember... but hopefully someday I would. I was going crazy not knowing anything. I mean sure, I remembered what a house was, I remembered what a phone was, what a bedroom was, what a flower was... you name it, but I couldn't for the life of me remember who II/I was. And that's one thing that EVERYONE should be entitled to have. I nearly broke out into tears just looking around the house... I mean at least they had a home. And contained within the walls of this home were no doubt millions of memories. And here I was in the middle of it... with nothing. Nothing to look back on, nothing to really look forward to. Just me.
Gohan, most likely seeing my watery eyes rested a hand on my shoulder. "You okay, Shiga?"
I quickly brushed it off and composed myself. "I'm fine, thanks." Gohan still looked worried, but let it lay. I probably looked like an idiot... a poor stuck-up teen who couldn't remember anything. 'Poor, poor, Shiga... no where to run, no where to hide. Just plain un-caring towards everything. Poor, poor, IShiga/I.' Yeah, well, I was trying to stay away from that reputation. So far I'd discovered I didn't enjoy pity much.
(Piccolo)
"CURSE THAT SHIGA!!" I exploded while ATTEMPTING to meditate. Why'd I even have to save her sorry little butt to begin with? All she had caused me was trouble so far, and an inability to meditate. Every time I thought about her THROWING herself onto me, my blood would boil. NO ONE touches me. EVER. In particular Iher/I. It would most definitely not happen again. I'd make sure of that. What right did she have to do this to me? Doesn't she have any morals? Than again, I guess it's not my position to talk about morals... I think I'd probably killed enough in my life-time. And my father's life-time. No, I'd never forget the memories he gave me when he spit me out... that was something bound to stick with me forever. But you know what? I don't REALLY care.
For a while their I'd thought I'd gone soft or something, because I'd made such good friends with Gohan and other things... like ooooh... deciding to be with the 'good-guys' instead of the bad. You know, not trying to conquer earth anymore and things like that. Just little things. But I'd gone past that... I was simply making the right choices. Why should that be called 'soft'? I couldn't see a real reason. And I couldn't care less if Gohan thought I was. Gohan was wise for his age... but I had experience as my alley. I'd been through more than enough to know myself. Yes... I had my softer moments, but they were mere moments. Nothing more.
But as I was saying, I couldn't concentrate... that cursed Shiga wouldn't seem to let me. Of course she wasn't there, but darn it, memories of her just kept washing back, as if she was TRYING to make me go soft, without her even being around me. I finally got up, sick and tired of my futile attempts to concentrate. Why bother wasting your time on that? So instead I split myself into two, battling myself for a while.
It didn't really seem to cut it though... I lost pitifully to my clone, and of course my own clone mocked me for it. With a large sigh I reformed and sat down to meditate again, though I knew I wouldn't get anywhere with it. And night was falling fast... not that I'd get any sleep, but all the noisier critters come out by then, and that would make it harder to meditate.
(Shiga)
Night had finally fallen, Gohan and Goku went home to ChiChi, and I'd already met the entire Briefs' family. Including Vegeta. MAN, what a grump... he was worse than Piccolo. If VEGETA had found me by a stream bleeding to death, I'm sure he wouldn't have bothered to spare my life. He was really buff too... although Bulma's parents seemed fairly normal. Well, aside from the fact that her mother had an inconceivably high-pitched voice, and wouldn't appear to have eyes... and her father was normal aside from the undeniable fact that he was a genius who talked to this funky little black cat that clung to his shoulder. I wonder if he's a kleptomaniac...? Oh well, I'm not one to complain anyway. They'd given me a little room and plenty of cloths. I'd picked out a bright-green slightly tight fitting T-shirt and blue Jeans. It wasn't that bad I suppose, they did have good food, and, unlike ChiChi's family, I had a chance to eat SOME of it before getting my limbs nearly ripped off. I stayed in C.C. room number 16, a nice room... beige colored walls and a large window with an okay view... but they lived mostly in town, so there wasn't really much to see. Which for some reason made me kind of un-easy... wonder if I'd lived in the country before...? One of many thoughts.
The room had a comfy bed too, but that as well I couldn't seem to really get used to. What, did I used to live in the WILDERNESS? Or was I just accustomed to a different kind of bed? Makes you wonder. I was tired of wondering. I wanted to KNOW. I cried myself to sleep that night... and as far as I could tell, I didn't have any dreams. Or maybe I did... maybe that entire night was a dream. That's kind of what it felt like. Like none of it was real. What would my parents do when they found out I was gone? Maybe I'd been unconscious by that stream for longer than I'd imagined? Maybe they'd looked for me, and finally given up hope? Maybe they didn't give a worried thought for me... maybe I was all I'd have, and ever would. Mayb---
I woke up early that morning. Oh goody, another day for un-caring Shiga... No one was up yet, so I quietly snuck out the window and dropped to the ground. It was a pretty far drop, so once again I wondered where I'd gotten the strength to do that. I mean sure, it wasn't THAT big, but I didn't have any trouble with it. Even with my wounds and hurt ankle. Despite my curious thoughts, I continued on my way and ventured out into the forest. It was quite the little walk, but I was tired of sticking in town. I needed real AIR. I walked for a while taking in the un-polluted air and eventually flopped down on the pine needles, my eyes drooping as time flew by.
I had fallen asleep... again. Good grief, how much sleep could I possibly need? Well, I woke up and it was either right after noon, or right before. Couldn't quite tell. It was nice outside though, or at least to most people. Kind of warm for my liking. Or what I assumed was my liking. So anyway, I wandered through the slightly-too-warm forest a while... taking the fresh air in. And yeah, I guess there was a lot to take in. Memory loss is one thing, but the out-doors are another. Just looking around the forest gave me some sort of recognition in the back of my mind. Who knew? Maybe I was some sort of abandoned forest junky...
Next I wandered off towards the lake. It was a sight to see as well... the light was shining down on it just perfectly, peeping through the branches and leaves of the large Pine Trees above. Like some sort of glittering crystal, clear as ice, with a blue shade to it... was I a Poet? I grinned at the thought. After my little thought, I took off the Sneakers Bulma had given me. Fortunately enough, her feet were about the same size as mine. Though they did feel a LITTLE small... but like I said before, I'm not one to complain. Anyway, I took off my shoes and limped over to the water, due to my sprained ankle, and dangled them in there. Felt good, too. I was finally beginning to feel less uptight.
"Feeling better?" I heard a deep voice half murmur. Wait... I knew that voice.
"I suppose you should, after doing that to me. You seemed to enjoy yourself enough." Piccolo said in a half-sarcastic tone.
"Oh, 'Gafah'." Was my only response. I knew he must have been mad at me. Why wouldn't he?
"'Gafah'?" He mocked, raising one of his big green eye-ridges as he appeared out of nowhere.
"Yeah..." I continued to dangle my feet in the lake. Why wouldn't he just leave me alone? Some of my stress was actually starting to go away... I didn't really want to lose that.
"You know, not that I really CARE or anything, or you would for that matter, but I am COMPLETELY and TOTALLY ticked off at you..." He paused in thought. "And you know I could crush you like a bug at any second..."
I was beginning to get really annoyed again.
"Okay, I'm SORRY, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" I said, and stood up to come as close to being the same height as him as possible. Piccolo crossed his arms, as if to intimidate me. "But ya know, you REALLY brought it upon yourself!"
"Oh, some apology that was..."
MAN, this guy was ticking me off! First he ruins my after-noon, and then he doesn't accept my apology... AGAIN.
"Hey now, look here you old, molding, wrinkled up giant pickle, I didn't WANT to meet you, kay? And I didn't ASK for you to stalk me all over the place practically begging for an apology that you don't give a crap about, no matter HOW much it means to me! So you could just BUD OUT!"
Piccolo just stared at me mildly for a couple seconds. Then...
"Gafah."
Okay, that was crossing the line... why was he doing this? Why was he acting as if he had no heart? Maybe I'd give him a heart...
"'Oh, LOOK!'" I said and pointed to nowhere. "'It's that monster who kidnaps teen-age girls and doesn't treat them like anything but DIRT!'" My eyes were starting to well up. "'That ugly green creature who thinks he can hurt anybody's feelings and crush their confidence even though they don't have any to begin with!'" I was officially crying now, and my brain was spinning... it was obvious that my heart alone was doing the talking. "'That THING who has no heart and, and, won't let me keep a clear state of mind, and...'" I finally broke down into an all-out bawl, gasping for a little air. Why was this so hard for me? This time I wasn't just acting... "And just..." I murmured. Piccolo took a step back, as if I'd slapped him, even un-crossing his arms. "That guy who doesn't care about how much I try..."
"I'm... sorry."
WHA??? Did he just say what I thought he said? I looked up at him, the water in my eyes blurring some of my vision.
"What was that?"
I think Piccolo actually looked a little embarrassed for a second, then he turned back to his usual scowl.
"You heard me." He said, his masquerade back up. "Not that I really care or anything."
I had to suppress an overly joyful smile. Did Piccolo actually have a beating heart? Then, I really did end up smirking.
"Whatever."
I could have sworn his face turned pale. Yeah, this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I could feel it. Piccolo was now in the process of meeting his match... me. For every insult or cold statement he could conceivably throw at me, I'd counter the same with double force. A beautiful friendship indeed.
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(Hmm, did you enjoy? Sorry this took a little longer to put up, I was... ~GASP~ ::: RESTRICTED :::. Plus I had a home-schooling test course thingy where I no-doubt failed miserably on the math section... DARN THAT MATH!! Grrrrr... that and Social Studies. Oh well, 'nough about that... how'd you like this chapter? Please review me, and give me some advice if you can think of any. ^_^ I can take criticism!! Well, I get deeply angered whenever I do get flames... but so far I've only had one official flame through-out my stories, so I guess it's not that bad. Anyway, please review! AND I'll probably be adding a new character soon... I just love to do that. So keep an eye out, and give me your comments! ~Kittioto)
:::Dream Maker:::
Chapter 6: 'Gafah'
(Shiga)
After the big shock of how I had acted, they took me to Capsule Corporation... I guess that's where the 'friends' ChiChi was talking about lived. I made it VERY clear to Goku and his family that it was all an act, I would NOT let this whole Piccolo humiliation thing spread too far. I mean come on... you should only completely and totally humiliate a guy so much. I had SOME heart, right? Anyway, Goku had a car and he drove me there with Gohan following along... maybe just to see his friends. Or maybe he was actually there to say good-bye to me. Or maybe just to escape the wrath of ChChi and her books. I don't know, don't care I guess. But he did come. ChiChi stayed at home, mentioning something about 'dishes'. Although I have to say... Goku's driving was HORRIBLE! I couldn't remember barely anything, but I know I must have been able to drive better than him. I thought we were gunna die for sure. But, somehow anyway, we lived to see Capsule Corp.
Goku opened my door for me, nearly ripping it off, and let me out. MAN, these people can make you nervous... if it wasn't an incredibly tall green man who saves you from bleeding to death, or ChiChi screaming at Gohan to do homework, some buff guy who drives like a mad-man and a grandma at the same time will almost kill you by opening the door. My word. Anyway, I lived through Goku's being politeness too, and I was brave enough to thank him.
"HERE WE ARE! 'Capsule Corp.'!" Goku exclaimed, pointing out the obvious, and took a big whiff of air as if he were out in the wilderness.
"Hmm... nice." I cautiously sniffed the air with him, and Goku broke out into giggles... 'why' I'll never know.
Gohan ran on ahead and rang CC's door bell, and we all awaited patiently. It wasn't long at all until some blue-haired woman came and opened the door. Blue... heh, what an interesting color for hair. Made me kinda feel un-unique, with my own dark-brown hair.
"HEY Goku, Gohan! Come on in!" The blue-haired lady greeted them... I guess she hadn't noticed me yet. Though that didn't last long.
"Oh HEY, who's your friend?" She took a curious and all-too energetic look at me.
"Hiya Bulma! This is the girl Piccolo saved that my mom told you about; Shiga. Shiga, this is Bulma... don't worry she'll be really nice, she always is." Gohan answered with a grin.
I took a couple of steps forward and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Bulma."
"Well nice to meet you too, Shiga! It's an honor." Man alive... she had one SHINY smile. "Here, come on in! You're welcome to stay as long as you like, we have plenty of rooms and food to spare." She added, still grinning.
Bulma was so far the only person here I saw that wasn't incredibly buff besides ChiChi. There's some strange people around here. Blue hair, beat the books, Mr. Greene, and like father like son. Was I the ONLY normal person around here? No wait, I wasn't normal either... guess there's just no such thing as normal in these parts. (Thus: my motto!)
Anyway, Bulma showed me inside with Gohan and Goku trailing behind. I decided to speak up, Gohan was doing a lot of talking and I kind of felt the obligation to budge in. "Wow, this is some nice place you've got here..." Which was totally true... that place was HUGE. You could fit about five elephants in there.
"Yeah, you like it? I've lived here for a while, I even built my own lab down-stairs." Bulma said acknowledging my existence.
"Wowie, a whole lab...? What would you need that for?" I asked in pure curiosity. Bulma chuckled in response. "You just so-happened to meet your first genius since your memory loss, Shiga! I have my own lab so I can conduct experiences and such." Bulma said and continued her little tour. After taking me through the living room and kitchen, she took me to little Trunks' room. After seeing his lavender hair, I automatically guessed it was Bulma's child.
"What a cutie!" I said for conversational reasons. Conversational ONLY of course... sure, he was cute, but I wasn't really into little kids much. And considering I couldn't remember anything, I couldn't seem to figure out what I would truly enjoy doing. What did I normally do when I still had my memory...? Maybe I'd never remember... but hopefully someday I would. I was going crazy not knowing anything. I mean sure, I remembered what a house was, I remembered what a phone was, what a bedroom was, what a flower was... you name it, but I couldn't for the life of me remember who II/I was. And that's one thing that EVERYONE should be entitled to have. I nearly broke out into tears just looking around the house... I mean at least they had a home. And contained within the walls of this home were no doubt millions of memories. And here I was in the middle of it... with nothing. Nothing to look back on, nothing to really look forward to. Just me.
Gohan, most likely seeing my watery eyes rested a hand on my shoulder. "You okay, Shiga?"
I quickly brushed it off and composed myself. "I'm fine, thanks." Gohan still looked worried, but let it lay. I probably looked like an idiot... a poor stuck-up teen who couldn't remember anything. 'Poor, poor, Shiga... no where to run, no where to hide. Just plain un-caring towards everything. Poor, poor, IShiga/I.' Yeah, well, I was trying to stay away from that reputation. So far I'd discovered I didn't enjoy pity much.
(Piccolo)
"CURSE THAT SHIGA!!" I exploded while ATTEMPTING to meditate. Why'd I even have to save her sorry little butt to begin with? All she had caused me was trouble so far, and an inability to meditate. Every time I thought about her THROWING herself onto me, my blood would boil. NO ONE touches me. EVER. In particular Iher/I. It would most definitely not happen again. I'd make sure of that. What right did she have to do this to me? Doesn't she have any morals? Than again, I guess it's not my position to talk about morals... I think I'd probably killed enough in my life-time. And my father's life-time. No, I'd never forget the memories he gave me when he spit me out... that was something bound to stick with me forever. But you know what? I don't REALLY care.
For a while their I'd thought I'd gone soft or something, because I'd made such good friends with Gohan and other things... like ooooh... deciding to be with the 'good-guys' instead of the bad. You know, not trying to conquer earth anymore and things like that. Just little things. But I'd gone past that... I was simply making the right choices. Why should that be called 'soft'? I couldn't see a real reason. And I couldn't care less if Gohan thought I was. Gohan was wise for his age... but I had experience as my alley. I'd been through more than enough to know myself. Yes... I had my softer moments, but they were mere moments. Nothing more.
But as I was saying, I couldn't concentrate... that cursed Shiga wouldn't seem to let me. Of course she wasn't there, but darn it, memories of her just kept washing back, as if she was TRYING to make me go soft, without her even being around me. I finally got up, sick and tired of my futile attempts to concentrate. Why bother wasting your time on that? So instead I split myself into two, battling myself for a while.
It didn't really seem to cut it though... I lost pitifully to my clone, and of course my own clone mocked me for it. With a large sigh I reformed and sat down to meditate again, though I knew I wouldn't get anywhere with it. And night was falling fast... not that I'd get any sleep, but all the noisier critters come out by then, and that would make it harder to meditate.
(Shiga)
Night had finally fallen, Gohan and Goku went home to ChiChi, and I'd already met the entire Briefs' family. Including Vegeta. MAN, what a grump... he was worse than Piccolo. If VEGETA had found me by a stream bleeding to death, I'm sure he wouldn't have bothered to spare my life. He was really buff too... although Bulma's parents seemed fairly normal. Well, aside from the fact that her mother had an inconceivably high-pitched voice, and wouldn't appear to have eyes... and her father was normal aside from the undeniable fact that he was a genius who talked to this funky little black cat that clung to his shoulder. I wonder if he's a kleptomaniac...? Oh well, I'm not one to complain anyway. They'd given me a little room and plenty of cloths. I'd picked out a bright-green slightly tight fitting T-shirt and blue Jeans. It wasn't that bad I suppose, they did have good food, and, unlike ChiChi's family, I had a chance to eat SOME of it before getting my limbs nearly ripped off. I stayed in C.C. room number 16, a nice room... beige colored walls and a large window with an okay view... but they lived mostly in town, so there wasn't really much to see. Which for some reason made me kind of un-easy... wonder if I'd lived in the country before...? One of many thoughts.
The room had a comfy bed too, but that as well I couldn't seem to really get used to. What, did I used to live in the WILDERNESS? Or was I just accustomed to a different kind of bed? Makes you wonder. I was tired of wondering. I wanted to KNOW. I cried myself to sleep that night... and as far as I could tell, I didn't have any dreams. Or maybe I did... maybe that entire night was a dream. That's kind of what it felt like. Like none of it was real. What would my parents do when they found out I was gone? Maybe I'd been unconscious by that stream for longer than I'd imagined? Maybe they'd looked for me, and finally given up hope? Maybe they didn't give a worried thought for me... maybe I was all I'd have, and ever would. Mayb---
I woke up early that morning. Oh goody, another day for un-caring Shiga... No one was up yet, so I quietly snuck out the window and dropped to the ground. It was a pretty far drop, so once again I wondered where I'd gotten the strength to do that. I mean sure, it wasn't THAT big, but I didn't have any trouble with it. Even with my wounds and hurt ankle. Despite my curious thoughts, I continued on my way and ventured out into the forest. It was quite the little walk, but I was tired of sticking in town. I needed real AIR. I walked for a while taking in the un-polluted air and eventually flopped down on the pine needles, my eyes drooping as time flew by.
I had fallen asleep... again. Good grief, how much sleep could I possibly need? Well, I woke up and it was either right after noon, or right before. Couldn't quite tell. It was nice outside though, or at least to most people. Kind of warm for my liking. Or what I assumed was my liking. So anyway, I wandered through the slightly-too-warm forest a while... taking the fresh air in. And yeah, I guess there was a lot to take in. Memory loss is one thing, but the out-doors are another. Just looking around the forest gave me some sort of recognition in the back of my mind. Who knew? Maybe I was some sort of abandoned forest junky...
Next I wandered off towards the lake. It was a sight to see as well... the light was shining down on it just perfectly, peeping through the branches and leaves of the large Pine Trees above. Like some sort of glittering crystal, clear as ice, with a blue shade to it... was I a Poet? I grinned at the thought. After my little thought, I took off the Sneakers Bulma had given me. Fortunately enough, her feet were about the same size as mine. Though they did feel a LITTLE small... but like I said before, I'm not one to complain. Anyway, I took off my shoes and limped over to the water, due to my sprained ankle, and dangled them in there. Felt good, too. I was finally beginning to feel less uptight.
"Feeling better?" I heard a deep voice half murmur. Wait... I knew that voice.
"I suppose you should, after doing that to me. You seemed to enjoy yourself enough." Piccolo said in a half-sarcastic tone.
"Oh, 'Gafah'." Was my only response. I knew he must have been mad at me. Why wouldn't he?
"'Gafah'?" He mocked, raising one of his big green eye-ridges as he appeared out of nowhere.
"Yeah..." I continued to dangle my feet in the lake. Why wouldn't he just leave me alone? Some of my stress was actually starting to go away... I didn't really want to lose that.
"You know, not that I really CARE or anything, or you would for that matter, but I am COMPLETELY and TOTALLY ticked off at you..." He paused in thought. "And you know I could crush you like a bug at any second..."
I was beginning to get really annoyed again.
"Okay, I'm SORRY, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" I said, and stood up to come as close to being the same height as him as possible. Piccolo crossed his arms, as if to intimidate me. "But ya know, you REALLY brought it upon yourself!"
"Oh, some apology that was..."
MAN, this guy was ticking me off! First he ruins my after-noon, and then he doesn't accept my apology... AGAIN.
"Hey now, look here you old, molding, wrinkled up giant pickle, I didn't WANT to meet you, kay? And I didn't ASK for you to stalk me all over the place practically begging for an apology that you don't give a crap about, no matter HOW much it means to me! So you could just BUD OUT!"
Piccolo just stared at me mildly for a couple seconds. Then...
"Gafah."
Okay, that was crossing the line... why was he doing this? Why was he acting as if he had no heart? Maybe I'd give him a heart...
"'Oh, LOOK!'" I said and pointed to nowhere. "'It's that monster who kidnaps teen-age girls and doesn't treat them like anything but DIRT!'" My eyes were starting to well up. "'That ugly green creature who thinks he can hurt anybody's feelings and crush their confidence even though they don't have any to begin with!'" I was officially crying now, and my brain was spinning... it was obvious that my heart alone was doing the talking. "'That THING who has no heart and, and, won't let me keep a clear state of mind, and...'" I finally broke down into an all-out bawl, gasping for a little air. Why was this so hard for me? This time I wasn't just acting... "And just..." I murmured. Piccolo took a step back, as if I'd slapped him, even un-crossing his arms. "That guy who doesn't care about how much I try..."
"I'm... sorry."
WHA??? Did he just say what I thought he said? I looked up at him, the water in my eyes blurring some of my vision.
"What was that?"
I think Piccolo actually looked a little embarrassed for a second, then he turned back to his usual scowl.
"You heard me." He said, his masquerade back up. "Not that I really care or anything."
I had to suppress an overly joyful smile. Did Piccolo actually have a beating heart? Then, I really did end up smirking.
"Whatever."
I could have sworn his face turned pale. Yeah, this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I could feel it. Piccolo was now in the process of meeting his match... me. For every insult or cold statement he could conceivably throw at me, I'd counter the same with double force. A beautiful friendship indeed.
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(Hmm, did you enjoy? Sorry this took a little longer to put up, I was... ~GASP~ ::: RESTRICTED :::. Plus I had a home-schooling test course thingy where I no-doubt failed miserably on the math section... DARN THAT MATH!! Grrrrr... that and Social Studies. Oh well, 'nough about that... how'd you like this chapter? Please review me, and give me some advice if you can think of any. ^_^ I can take criticism!! Well, I get deeply angered whenever I do get flames... but so far I've only had one official flame through-out my stories, so I guess it's not that bad. Anyway, please review! AND I'll probably be adding a new character soon... I just love to do that. So keep an eye out, and give me your comments! ~Kittioto)