The Mystery Within
Part I - Prelude to Terror
by namek kaia
Disclaimer: I own nothing except original characters and attacks. And don't use them without my permission. You won't like the consequences.
Chapter Four - Unwanted Visit (I couldn't think of a better title)
When they reached her small home, Piccolo said he would leave her to herself. She agreed, but with hesitation. She was used to being alone, or without much contact with other people. But, to her, there was a big gap between staying alone the entire night in the middle of nowhere and sharing her space with only one other person. The fact that someone was trying to kill her wasn't much of a comfort either. She almost asked him to stay, but knew that would be an awkward situation for the both of them. After the polite good-byes were said, Piccolo flew off to the lookout. Why he chose there to sleep for the night, he didn't know, it was like his subconscious just told him to go there. Nevertheless, it was in that direction he flew.
*****
The next morning, Piccolo woke with a jerk, causing him to sit straight up in his bed. He was covered in a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. He didn't know why. Did he have a bad dream? He tried to think of what he saw in his dream the night before, but he couldn't remember everything. He remembered being in an enormous white room that resembled the hyperbolic time chamber, and all these voices kept telling him to 'help her'. He didn't know what it meant, but it was driving him insane. The voices wouldn't stop, they just kept getting louder and louder. All that noise was painful for his sensitive ears. Suddenly, it stopped. It still rung in his ears, but wherever it was coming from, it had stopped. Then a single voice told him 'I want you to see. I want you to see what has happened... and what is to come.' He couldn't remember anything past that. What had the voice meant? What did it show him? He wished he could remember, but it was useless.
He pushed the thought out of his head and threw the covers off of him. He proceeded to get out of bed and prepared for today's sparring session with Niko. Niko? Could that be who his dream was about? Was someone trying to tell him that something had happened to her? He had left her alone the night before. Did someone attack her again? The thoughts rushed his brain all at once. He had to get to her to make sure she was okay. Without another thought, he rushed into his clothes and hurried outside, leaping of the giant floor's edge and down towards the earth.
It wasn't that he really cared for her, it was that. . . there was something strange about her. She was familiar somehow, although he had never seen her or felt her ki before. He had to find out who she really was and what she was doing here. He couldn't very well do that if she was dead. So he had decided to protect her somewhat, until he could find out more about her. Although he couldn't admit it, not even to himself, the mystery that surrounded her actually intrigued him.
His thoughts were interrupted when he saw something in his path. From this distance it was a mere black dot. But as he got closer, he could see the outline of a person. He could not make out any of its features. Its body was completely covered with a large, black cape; it's face hiding in the shadows of a hood. Piccolo stopped about ten feet in front of this strange figure. "Who are you?" Piccolo asked sternly.
"Do not fear me. I am a friend," it spoke. Piccolo was taken aback. The voice he heard was not of another man or woman, it was his own. How could that be possible? There couldn't be another person in this entire universe that had a voice identical to his, could there? This situation was getting too weird for his liking.
"Alright, I want to know who you are and what you are doing here this instant. Take off that ridiculous hood so I can see your face, you coward."
"Please I mean you no harm. You are a friend of Niko's, are you not?" the figure asked.
"What's it to you?" Piccolo scowled. "Are you one of the one's that are trying to kill her?"
"No, no, my friend. I am merely trying to protect her. But I cannot reveal myself to her. I need you help."
"For what? Why me? Can't you bother someone else?"
"You are the only one she has made a peaceful contact with since she settled here. She trusts you, to a certain extent. And if she trusts you, I guess I trust you too. That is why I'm asking you to help me. Or rather help her. I need you to protect her, perhaps even with your life if it comes to that. I believe she is capable enough to defend herself, but I'm asking you to watch her and make sure no harm comes to her. She may even come to a point where she wants to hurt herself," the strange form finished sadly.
"Why would she want to do that? Surely she has more sense than that."
"She does. I'm just saying that it's a possibility. She's had a hard life, and now she has no family left. Just promise me that you'll protect her, from anything. Please. I'm asking you as a friend."
"You're no friend of mine, I don't even know who you are. You hide your face behind that pathetic hood. Tell me who you are NOW!!" Piccolo shouted.
"I've told you all I can. I must go now," the figure said quietly and made an attempt to leave.
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me who you are!" he said and reached for the figure's arm. Before he could grasp it, the figure turned toward him.
"LUNAR FLASH!!!" it screamed. Suddenly, a brilliant light blinded Piccolo. When he recovered no one was there. The strange being was gone.
"Damn him. Where did he go?" he asked angrily. Piccolo hovered in the air momentarily, searching the ground below with his eyes and ears. Nothing. No sign of that strange thing anywhere. It was like it was never there. With an angry grunt he left, knowing they would meet again. 'Next time, that thing's identity will be revealed,' he thought.
Well that's all for now. Review with any ideas or complaints you may have. And email me if you have any questions. I'm not totally sure about this last chapter. I may re-word it later. Tell me what your ideas are for the next chapter. Hey, it couldn't hurt, right? Thanks for reading. I know you probably have much more important things to do. Look for the next chapter soon. C-ya.
Part I - Prelude to Terror
by namek kaia
Disclaimer: I own nothing except original characters and attacks. And don't use them without my permission. You won't like the consequences.
Chapter Four - Unwanted Visit (I couldn't think of a better title)
When they reached her small home, Piccolo said he would leave her to herself. She agreed, but with hesitation. She was used to being alone, or without much contact with other people. But, to her, there was a big gap between staying alone the entire night in the middle of nowhere and sharing her space with only one other person. The fact that someone was trying to kill her wasn't much of a comfort either. She almost asked him to stay, but knew that would be an awkward situation for the both of them. After the polite good-byes were said, Piccolo flew off to the lookout. Why he chose there to sleep for the night, he didn't know, it was like his subconscious just told him to go there. Nevertheless, it was in that direction he flew.
*****
The next morning, Piccolo woke with a jerk, causing him to sit straight up in his bed. He was covered in a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. He didn't know why. Did he have a bad dream? He tried to think of what he saw in his dream the night before, but he couldn't remember everything. He remembered being in an enormous white room that resembled the hyperbolic time chamber, and all these voices kept telling him to 'help her'. He didn't know what it meant, but it was driving him insane. The voices wouldn't stop, they just kept getting louder and louder. All that noise was painful for his sensitive ears. Suddenly, it stopped. It still rung in his ears, but wherever it was coming from, it had stopped. Then a single voice told him 'I want you to see. I want you to see what has happened... and what is to come.' He couldn't remember anything past that. What had the voice meant? What did it show him? He wished he could remember, but it was useless.
He pushed the thought out of his head and threw the covers off of him. He proceeded to get out of bed and prepared for today's sparring session with Niko. Niko? Could that be who his dream was about? Was someone trying to tell him that something had happened to her? He had left her alone the night before. Did someone attack her again? The thoughts rushed his brain all at once. He had to get to her to make sure she was okay. Without another thought, he rushed into his clothes and hurried outside, leaping of the giant floor's edge and down towards the earth.
It wasn't that he really cared for her, it was that. . . there was something strange about her. She was familiar somehow, although he had never seen her or felt her ki before. He had to find out who she really was and what she was doing here. He couldn't very well do that if she was dead. So he had decided to protect her somewhat, until he could find out more about her. Although he couldn't admit it, not even to himself, the mystery that surrounded her actually intrigued him.
His thoughts were interrupted when he saw something in his path. From this distance it was a mere black dot. But as he got closer, he could see the outline of a person. He could not make out any of its features. Its body was completely covered with a large, black cape; it's face hiding in the shadows of a hood. Piccolo stopped about ten feet in front of this strange figure. "Who are you?" Piccolo asked sternly.
"Do not fear me. I am a friend," it spoke. Piccolo was taken aback. The voice he heard was not of another man or woman, it was his own. How could that be possible? There couldn't be another person in this entire universe that had a voice identical to his, could there? This situation was getting too weird for his liking.
"Alright, I want to know who you are and what you are doing here this instant. Take off that ridiculous hood so I can see your face, you coward."
"Please I mean you no harm. You are a friend of Niko's, are you not?" the figure asked.
"What's it to you?" Piccolo scowled. "Are you one of the one's that are trying to kill her?"
"No, no, my friend. I am merely trying to protect her. But I cannot reveal myself to her. I need you help."
"For what? Why me? Can't you bother someone else?"
"You are the only one she has made a peaceful contact with since she settled here. She trusts you, to a certain extent. And if she trusts you, I guess I trust you too. That is why I'm asking you to help me. Or rather help her. I need you to protect her, perhaps even with your life if it comes to that. I believe she is capable enough to defend herself, but I'm asking you to watch her and make sure no harm comes to her. She may even come to a point where she wants to hurt herself," the strange form finished sadly.
"Why would she want to do that? Surely she has more sense than that."
"She does. I'm just saying that it's a possibility. She's had a hard life, and now she has no family left. Just promise me that you'll protect her, from anything. Please. I'm asking you as a friend."
"You're no friend of mine, I don't even know who you are. You hide your face behind that pathetic hood. Tell me who you are NOW!!" Piccolo shouted.
"I've told you all I can. I must go now," the figure said quietly and made an attempt to leave.
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me who you are!" he said and reached for the figure's arm. Before he could grasp it, the figure turned toward him.
"LUNAR FLASH!!!" it screamed. Suddenly, a brilliant light blinded Piccolo. When he recovered no one was there. The strange being was gone.
"Damn him. Where did he go?" he asked angrily. Piccolo hovered in the air momentarily, searching the ground below with his eyes and ears. Nothing. No sign of that strange thing anywhere. It was like it was never there. With an angry grunt he left, knowing they would meet again. 'Next time, that thing's identity will be revealed,' he thought.
Well that's all for now. Review with any ideas or complaints you may have. And email me if you have any questions. I'm not totally sure about this last chapter. I may re-word it later. Tell me what your ideas are for the next chapter. Hey, it couldn't hurt, right? Thanks for reading. I know you probably have much more important things to do. Look for the next chapter soon. C-ya.
