___Chapter 47___
The tension was mounting. He could practically feel it. They'd been there for almost twelve days now. And nothing could quell Piccolo's rage.
Kami sighed to himself, leaning on his staff as he glanced out the little window. He was staying inside whenever possible now, because of an 'incident' that had occurred a couple days back-
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The day after their first fight on the planet, Kami had decided he had to say something to the child, and ventured to look for him. It took a while, but eventually he spotted a white shape behind a tree, and walked around it to reveal Piccolo, in deep meditation.
With tears on his face.
Kami knelt down, slightly shocked to see him like this. Without thinking, he took one of his hands off his staff and, with the back of his hand, brushed the wet streaks off the younger namekian's face.
Instantly Piccolo's eyes snapped open, and when he realized what was happening, his mouth turned into a grimace and he screamed "GET OFF ME!!" as he lunged for the old god.
Kami had raced off in the opposite direction by then, shaking. He'd sworn he'd heard a ki blast behind him.
~~~~~~~
So now he only sat there, watching the rain drip down the window, his eyes silent, the dreary landscape reflecting that of his soul.
---
Up on the lookout, everyone was busy with the reconstruction. Well, was suppose to be, anyway.
Yumcha was getting tired of driving the damn materials around while everyone else was doing the 'important' work- putting the stone back together. Dendea, who lived up there most of his time, had transferred all of his knowledge of it's construction to the others, and was now trying to get some well-earned rest under one of the few trees left standing.
Everyone else was on construction- except Yumcha, who was driving the truck.
Well, not EVERYONE else- Puar was running around, relaying messages, and the non-fighting girls were preparing lunch. But... still!
"I don't WANNA drive the stupid truck!" he yelled, punching the dashboard. But by accident, his other hand twisted when he did, turning the steering wheel.
---
Tienshin was tired. He'd been moving most of the heaviest fragments, being the largest since Piccolo was gone, and had just sat down on one of his 'charges' to rest when a sigh come from his left.
Without too much concern, he turned to see little Puar, her hair drooping from the heat (remember what I said in chapter 1- she's in the human form). With a smile he called out to her and waved.
She looked toward the sound, and laughed out "Tien! Hello!" as she ran over to him. Just then, Yumcha's truck hurtled through where she'd been standing five seconds ago, screeching to a halt as it toppled over on it's side.
Tien's eyes nearly doubled in size as he watched it, and he raced over to the little cat woman, asking her if she was ok. She was startled, the hairs on her tail standing on-end, but alright. Then he ran over to the truck to check on Yumcha.
---
Work came to a halt as everyone dropped what they were doing and flew over to the toppled truck. Bulma got there first though, trying to rip open the driver's side door as she screamed his name.
Goku got a hold of her though, and yelled "Calm down Bulma! Let us get it, you'll just hurt yourself!"
"What if he's hurt in there! Let me get the damn door, damnit!"
Their argument was silenced when the door threw itself open and the said scar-faced man stepped out, only a couple bruises and cuts from the shattered glass.
Even Son couldn't hold Bulma back then, as she pushed out of his arms and hugged her old friend tight, on the verge of tears. Then she slapped him.
"What the hell was going on there!?!?" she yelled, hands on her hips.
Yumcha, rubbing the sore spot on his face, glanced up at her furious cerulean irises and swallowed, mumbling "I.... lost control of the t-"
He didn't get the chance to finish before her might came upon him in the form of every curse, hex, insult, and such she knew. The others walked off when that started, laughing. Well, it was nice to see HER back to normal.
So Yumcha got to do the work he'd wanted in the first place, and Ranchi took over a new truck.
---
Vegeta had expected a story, but this was quite a tale. He'd never guessed that she'd had hardship, let alone something that bad. {{How the hell does she stay so happy after all that shit...}} his mind puzzled, and the first word out of his mouth when she finished was "Damn....."
Gohan nodded respectfully. He had a good idea what she'd been through being alone, because of his little half-year sojourn in the valley surrounded by desert.
Lute was just staring blankly, shocked. This was too much for his little mind.
Only Muuri was totally silent.
"Why so quiet?" she questioned.
He looked up at her, and said "I never knew that you had left. I was afraid that you had died with all the others."
She nodded gravely, kneeling and wrapping her arms loosely around him. He held her back, and a sense of security came over her that was only equaled by that of her father's presence (which she could feel, to an extent, in the little elder), and the kind of safety she felt when wrapped in her love's soft embrace.
Then she stood back up, choking slightly on the lump trying to form in her throat, and asked "Speaking of the others, whatever happened to Swift?"
"He survived, little one. *smiles* "
Oboe's irises flared as she nearly jumped on him, asking
"What? Tell-me, tell-me, tell-me!"
Muuri laughed and responded "About three decades before you awoke, Sanchiro-sama was able to awaken him. From that day on, Swift would always stay by my predecessor's side, protecting him in times of danger, even against the tyrant Frezia, and was the only one of our people not to be killed during those turbulent times."
Oboe's eyes lit up, and in a voice that was more of a childish squeal, she insisted to see him.
"No, my child. I am sad to say that a short while ago he was killed."
"By who? Tell me right now, so I can kick their ass! *growls* That dirty little-"
Raising a hand to silence her, he said "Oboe, Swift was killed by Kartak."
".... huh?" Oboe mumbled, in flat shock, "You can't mean..."
"Yes I do Oboe. Swift is Neru."
For a few seconds, noone said a word. Oboe just stared blankly. Then she passed out.
~~NOTE- first, if any of you haven't caught it by now, Neru was the Japanese name for Nail. Yep, you read that right. Dendea's big buddy, the one who fused with Piccolo in that oh-so-oddly dubbed episode.
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I'm assuming they have rain on Kaio-sama's planet. We never saw any in the series, but it makes a nice touch, so I'll give the place some. I also had Kami call Piccolo "child" in there, which may sound weird at first, but should become understandable once you remember the huge age difference between the two.
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Oh, and one last thing- in accordance with JJ's question, yes, I'm not very fond of V/B romance, since it's favorite pastime is making Yumcha a sleaze. I'm rather fond of the guy, and after watching Dragonball, I can't really comprehend why she left him for Veggie. Well, everyone's got their own opinion, and they're entitled to it, but I think scar-face gets an unfair hand in it all. ciao! ~~
The tension was mounting. He could practically feel it. They'd been there for almost twelve days now. And nothing could quell Piccolo's rage.
Kami sighed to himself, leaning on his staff as he glanced out the little window. He was staying inside whenever possible now, because of an 'incident' that had occurred a couple days back-
~~~~~~~
The day after their first fight on the planet, Kami had decided he had to say something to the child, and ventured to look for him. It took a while, but eventually he spotted a white shape behind a tree, and walked around it to reveal Piccolo, in deep meditation.
With tears on his face.
Kami knelt down, slightly shocked to see him like this. Without thinking, he took one of his hands off his staff and, with the back of his hand, brushed the wet streaks off the younger namekian's face.
Instantly Piccolo's eyes snapped open, and when he realized what was happening, his mouth turned into a grimace and he screamed "GET OFF ME!!" as he lunged for the old god.
Kami had raced off in the opposite direction by then, shaking. He'd sworn he'd heard a ki blast behind him.
~~~~~~~
So now he only sat there, watching the rain drip down the window, his eyes silent, the dreary landscape reflecting that of his soul.
---
Up on the lookout, everyone was busy with the reconstruction. Well, was suppose to be, anyway.
Yumcha was getting tired of driving the damn materials around while everyone else was doing the 'important' work- putting the stone back together. Dendea, who lived up there most of his time, had transferred all of his knowledge of it's construction to the others, and was now trying to get some well-earned rest under one of the few trees left standing.
Everyone else was on construction- except Yumcha, who was driving the truck.
Well, not EVERYONE else- Puar was running around, relaying messages, and the non-fighting girls were preparing lunch. But... still!
"I don't WANNA drive the stupid truck!" he yelled, punching the dashboard. But by accident, his other hand twisted when he did, turning the steering wheel.
---
Tienshin was tired. He'd been moving most of the heaviest fragments, being the largest since Piccolo was gone, and had just sat down on one of his 'charges' to rest when a sigh come from his left.
Without too much concern, he turned to see little Puar, her hair drooping from the heat (remember what I said in chapter 1- she's in the human form). With a smile he called out to her and waved.
She looked toward the sound, and laughed out "Tien! Hello!" as she ran over to him. Just then, Yumcha's truck hurtled through where she'd been standing five seconds ago, screeching to a halt as it toppled over on it's side.
Tien's eyes nearly doubled in size as he watched it, and he raced over to the little cat woman, asking her if she was ok. She was startled, the hairs on her tail standing on-end, but alright. Then he ran over to the truck to check on Yumcha.
---
Work came to a halt as everyone dropped what they were doing and flew over to the toppled truck. Bulma got there first though, trying to rip open the driver's side door as she screamed his name.
Goku got a hold of her though, and yelled "Calm down Bulma! Let us get it, you'll just hurt yourself!"
"What if he's hurt in there! Let me get the damn door, damnit!"
Their argument was silenced when the door threw itself open and the said scar-faced man stepped out, only a couple bruises and cuts from the shattered glass.
Even Son couldn't hold Bulma back then, as she pushed out of his arms and hugged her old friend tight, on the verge of tears. Then she slapped him.
"What the hell was going on there!?!?" she yelled, hands on her hips.
Yumcha, rubbing the sore spot on his face, glanced up at her furious cerulean irises and swallowed, mumbling "I.... lost control of the t-"
He didn't get the chance to finish before her might came upon him in the form of every curse, hex, insult, and such she knew. The others walked off when that started, laughing. Well, it was nice to see HER back to normal.
So Yumcha got to do the work he'd wanted in the first place, and Ranchi took over a new truck.
---
Vegeta had expected a story, but this was quite a tale. He'd never guessed that she'd had hardship, let alone something that bad. {{How the hell does she stay so happy after all that shit...}} his mind puzzled, and the first word out of his mouth when she finished was "Damn....."
Gohan nodded respectfully. He had a good idea what she'd been through being alone, because of his little half-year sojourn in the valley surrounded by desert.
Lute was just staring blankly, shocked. This was too much for his little mind.
Only Muuri was totally silent.
"Why so quiet?" she questioned.
He looked up at her, and said "I never knew that you had left. I was afraid that you had died with all the others."
She nodded gravely, kneeling and wrapping her arms loosely around him. He held her back, and a sense of security came over her that was only equaled by that of her father's presence (which she could feel, to an extent, in the little elder), and the kind of safety she felt when wrapped in her love's soft embrace.
Then she stood back up, choking slightly on the lump trying to form in her throat, and asked "Speaking of the others, whatever happened to Swift?"
"He survived, little one. *smiles* "
Oboe's irises flared as she nearly jumped on him, asking
"What? Tell-me, tell-me, tell-me!"
Muuri laughed and responded "About three decades before you awoke, Sanchiro-sama was able to awaken him. From that day on, Swift would always stay by my predecessor's side, protecting him in times of danger, even against the tyrant Frezia, and was the only one of our people not to be killed during those turbulent times."
Oboe's eyes lit up, and in a voice that was more of a childish squeal, she insisted to see him.
"No, my child. I am sad to say that a short while ago he was killed."
"By who? Tell me right now, so I can kick their ass! *growls* That dirty little-"
Raising a hand to silence her, he said "Oboe, Swift was killed by Kartak."
".... huh?" Oboe mumbled, in flat shock, "You can't mean..."
"Yes I do Oboe. Swift is Neru."
For a few seconds, noone said a word. Oboe just stared blankly. Then she passed out.
~~NOTE- first, if any of you haven't caught it by now, Neru was the Japanese name for Nail. Yep, you read that right. Dendea's big buddy, the one who fused with Piccolo in that oh-so-oddly dubbed episode.
-
I'm assuming they have rain on Kaio-sama's planet. We never saw any in the series, but it makes a nice touch, so I'll give the place some. I also had Kami call Piccolo "child" in there, which may sound weird at first, but should become understandable once you remember the huge age difference between the two.
-
Oh, and one last thing- in accordance with JJ's question, yes, I'm not very fond of V/B romance, since it's favorite pastime is making Yumcha a sleaze. I'm rather fond of the guy, and after watching Dragonball, I can't really comprehend why she left him for Veggie. Well, everyone's got their own opinion, and they're entitled to it, but I think scar-face gets an unfair hand in it all. ciao! ~~