ACT 10: DENDE'S DITTY
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." Please, don't sue me.
Feleda: Yay! Act 10. After this, I'll have achieved all of my ideas, plus two (The Chibi's Chorus and Bulma's Tune.) Well, here goes nothin'!
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Dende was on bored Earth god. Mr. Popo had taken a long needed vacation to the Caribbean Islands, and Piccolo was taking a vacation at New Planet Namek. Karin was chilling with some of his feline homies down on Earth. Dende had the look-out all to himself.
Damn, he thought.
He looked down on Earth, but for once there were no problems that needed his attention; Trunks and Goten were terrorizing their families as usual, but that was nothing to be too concerned about- it was only a phase. Dende wished *he* had been able to run around like a crazy person with his best friend when he was little, but nooooooo… stupid Freeza had to come and screw things up, then he was moved to Earth for a year. He could've ran around like crazy then, but Gohan was always studying, and causing mischief wasn't fun unless it was shared. After the year had gone by, he and all his other Namekian pals were moved to New Namek, where he had been busy, busy, busy with constructing houses, plowing fields, etc., etc., etc. And finally, he had moved here to be God. Well, that was pretty fun, he had to admit. It would've been funner, of course, if it hadn't been because some all-powerful overblown bug/android/thing hadn't been threatening to kill everyone; but, hey, that's life.
He walked back to where the door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber lay. (A/N: sorry, I can't remember if this is the Japanese or FUNI term for it.) Memories of Cell made him want to see where everyone had seemed to hang out in those precious few days before the Tournament.
And now he was here. Bored. Safe. Safe…
"Safe behind these windows and these
"parapets of stone
"Gazing at the people down below me
"All my life I've watched them as I hide up here alone
"Hungry for the histories they shown me," he softly sang. His subconscious was having him sing softly, since Piccolo was not too found of singing- something about once hearing way too many bad voices at once, and then Yamcha singing some strange song… Then, Dende remember that Piccolo wasn't here. He took it up an octave.
"All my life I memorize their faces
"Knowing them as they will never know me
"All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
"Not above them…" he turned around to face the edge of his lookout.
"But part of them…" he quickly walked forward, then broke in a run.
"And out there
"Living in the sun!" he joyfully sang, spreading his arms wide.
"Give me one day out there
"All I ask is on
"To hold forever!" He clutched his arms to his chest.
"Out there
"Where they all live unaware
"What I'd give," he slowed down a bit.
"What I'd dare…"
"Just to live one day out there…" he held the note.
Then, a rather silly idea went through Dende's brain. He quickly descended to where Korin lived, via the ladder, while singing:
"Out there among the millers
"and the weavers and their wives
"Through the clouds and sky I can see them
"Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go
"about their lives
"Heedless of the gift it is to be them." He was now singing with a rapid pace.
"If I was in their skin," he swung out so now only a foot and a hand were holding onto the ladder.
"I'd treasure ev'ry instant." He jumped down.
"Out there
"Strolling by the Seine," Dende walked an exaggerated stroll.
"Taste a morning," he turned his face towards the sun.
"Out there," he gestured down to Earth.
"Like ordinary men
"Who freely walk about there
"Just one day and then
"I swear
"I'll be content with my share
"Won't resent
"Won't despair
"Old an bent
"I won't care
"I'll have spent
"One day
"Out there…!" he belted out, leaning over the side, an arm spread out to the sky. Mind, Dende had never done this before, so as far as dramatics go, he was doing pretty damn well. Then Yajirobe showed up.
"Uh, dude, what *are* you doing?"
Dende looked over his shoulder, mouth open as though singing the last note. "Er… a… I was uh…" he stuttered, forgetting he was God and could do whatever he damn well pleased.
"Never mind, I don't want to know," said Yajirobe walking off. Dende fell over anime style.
Flying back up to the lookout, he quietly reprimanded himself for letting his guard down.
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Voila! Done with all my plans! *Does a jig.* Ahem. Don't worry though, ideas are more that welcome. To see more about my fabulous future plans, go to the next "chapter."
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." Please, don't sue me.
Feleda: Yay! Act 10. After this, I'll have achieved all of my ideas, plus two (The Chibi's Chorus and Bulma's Tune.) Well, here goes nothin'!
************************************************************************
Dende was on bored Earth god. Mr. Popo had taken a long needed vacation to the Caribbean Islands, and Piccolo was taking a vacation at New Planet Namek. Karin was chilling with some of his feline homies down on Earth. Dende had the look-out all to himself.
Damn, he thought.
He looked down on Earth, but for once there were no problems that needed his attention; Trunks and Goten were terrorizing their families as usual, but that was nothing to be too concerned about- it was only a phase. Dende wished *he* had been able to run around like a crazy person with his best friend when he was little, but nooooooo… stupid Freeza had to come and screw things up, then he was moved to Earth for a year. He could've ran around like crazy then, but Gohan was always studying, and causing mischief wasn't fun unless it was shared. After the year had gone by, he and all his other Namekian pals were moved to New Namek, where he had been busy, busy, busy with constructing houses, plowing fields, etc., etc., etc. And finally, he had moved here to be God. Well, that was pretty fun, he had to admit. It would've been funner, of course, if it hadn't been because some all-powerful overblown bug/android/thing hadn't been threatening to kill everyone; but, hey, that's life.
He walked back to where the door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber lay. (A/N: sorry, I can't remember if this is the Japanese or FUNI term for it.) Memories of Cell made him want to see where everyone had seemed to hang out in those precious few days before the Tournament.
And now he was here. Bored. Safe. Safe…
"Safe behind these windows and these
"parapets of stone
"Gazing at the people down below me
"All my life I've watched them as I hide up here alone
"Hungry for the histories they shown me," he softly sang. His subconscious was having him sing softly, since Piccolo was not too found of singing- something about once hearing way too many bad voices at once, and then Yamcha singing some strange song… Then, Dende remember that Piccolo wasn't here. He took it up an octave.
"All my life I memorize their faces
"Knowing them as they will never know me
"All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
"Not above them…" he turned around to face the edge of his lookout.
"But part of them…" he quickly walked forward, then broke in a run.
"And out there
"Living in the sun!" he joyfully sang, spreading his arms wide.
"Give me one day out there
"All I ask is on
"To hold forever!" He clutched his arms to his chest.
"Out there
"Where they all live unaware
"What I'd give," he slowed down a bit.
"What I'd dare…"
"Just to live one day out there…" he held the note.
Then, a rather silly idea went through Dende's brain. He quickly descended to where Korin lived, via the ladder, while singing:
"Out there among the millers
"and the weavers and their wives
"Through the clouds and sky I can see them
"Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go
"about their lives
"Heedless of the gift it is to be them." He was now singing with a rapid pace.
"If I was in their skin," he swung out so now only a foot and a hand were holding onto the ladder.
"I'd treasure ev'ry instant." He jumped down.
"Out there
"Strolling by the Seine," Dende walked an exaggerated stroll.
"Taste a morning," he turned his face towards the sun.
"Out there," he gestured down to Earth.
"Like ordinary men
"Who freely walk about there
"Just one day and then
"I swear
"I'll be content with my share
"Won't resent
"Won't despair
"Old an bent
"I won't care
"I'll have spent
"One day
"Out there…!" he belted out, leaning over the side, an arm spread out to the sky. Mind, Dende had never done this before, so as far as dramatics go, he was doing pretty damn well. Then Yajirobe showed up.
"Uh, dude, what *are* you doing?"
Dende looked over his shoulder, mouth open as though singing the last note. "Er… a… I was uh…" he stuttered, forgetting he was God and could do whatever he damn well pleased.
"Never mind, I don't want to know," said Yajirobe walking off. Dende fell over anime style.
Flying back up to the lookout, he quietly reprimanded himself for letting his guard down.
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Voila! Done with all my plans! *Does a jig.* Ahem. Don't worry though, ideas are more that welcome. To see more about my fabulous future plans, go to the next "chapter."