Chapter 15
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"Enough is enough! I'm going to go see where they went!" Nappa fumed crushing the rock he had in his fist to microscopic particles.
"But Mr. Vegeta said to stay here." Gohan piped innocently. "Won't he be really mad if you don't listen to him? My mom is always mad at me when I don't listen to her." He continued looking up at the sky, watching birds glide across the clear blue plane. It had been a perfect day, weather wise anyway. It was about 55, a light warm breeze and tons of perfectly white cumulus clouds.
"Good point kid." Nappa replied defeated. It was times like these that made him feel like the complete idiot he was. "Vegeta would be angry if I disobeyed him." He sighed and looked up into the sky, seeing as Gohan was still looking up at it. "What do you see that's so special, kid?"
"The clouds." Gohan whispered in a mellow tone as if he were in a dreamland of the puffy, white masses of water vapor.
"What about them?" Nappa asked not seeing anything special about them. But he didn't posses the vast gift of imagination in this 7-year old, or the understanding of the simple pleasure, that people so often take for granted.
"It looks like my mom's frying pan of doom" he chortled. The others face vaulted, (even Piccolo who was meditating) except for Nappa and Gohan.
"Uh - okay kid" was the burly Sayain's only response. He glances back at the sky for a moment and hung his head down looking at the rugged terrain 'Frying pan of doom? What the hell?'
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Baba watched the sight of the Gohan and Nappa wondering how such an intelligent boy as Gohan be as naïve as his father, at least stupidity doesn't run in the family. She had to admit it was cute watching the little boy completely out wit a full grown man. 'That boy is a angel on earth, first Piccolo, now Nappa.' She watched her crystal ball tentatively drumming her fingers on the rough mahogany surface of her brother's (Master Roshi for those that don't know) kitchen table. 'Where did Bulma, Vegeta, and that other... thing go to?'
Just then as if on cue Bulma barged through the door (wreaking yet another thing that day) "Call an ambulance!" she panicked.
ChiChi hustled from her spot knocking over a few chairs to get into the family room where Bulma was. She gasped when she saw Yamcha battered, bruised and broken. "What happened?! Is he all right?!"
"He will be if someone would call an ambulance!" Bulma retorted.
"No need, no need" Master Roshi's voice rang from the corridor.
"What? Have you lost all your marbles old man? He's dying!" Bulma screeched. Master Roshi rounded into the room.
"No, I got more then you apparently" he mocked pulling a tiny satin bag with a yellow string from his pocket. It obviously contained something considering the slightly spear bumps in the sides of the bag.
"I didn't mean lose your marbles literally!" she pulled her hair in frustration.
He gently pulled the drawstring and dumped its contents into his hand. Looked up at Bulma with a smug I-told-you-so expression.
"Senzu?" was all Bulma managed to whisper as she watched the old turtle hermit stride up to where she had set Yamcha on the couch. He gently opened his mouth and placed the bean neatly on his tongue then clasped his fingers tightly around jaw and slammed his mouth shut so hard you could hear teeth crack.
Yamcha felt the bean slide down his throat and the energy in it flow through him like a river. It felt so good to be alive. He couldn't believe he almost through his life away because of her. Thank god that someone had a senzu. Who did have the senzu anyway? He stirred slightly and cracked one eye open slightly to see... to see HER.
"Roshi! You could have broken his jaw! You moron! Why did you do that?" Bulma yelled. Her face turning red, then purple, blue, and then back to red again. Roshi frantically shushed her "Be quiet you'll wake him up"
"Too late." Came a hoarse whisper. Bulma turned around in what felt for her slow motion. Everything was moving so fast and so slow at the same time her world seemed just like one giant blur. All she could do was run. That was the only thing that came to her mind. Run, and that's what she did.
"Are you all right?" ChiChi asked emerging from the kitchen handing him a bowl of soup. "You were one hell of a mess when you got here. What happened?"
"I'm fine Chi, thanks." Yamcha replied as he looked over to where Bulma was standing. 'I was fine' he whispered in him mind. Obviously she brought him here no one else was here that he knew of.
"I'll let you rest now you've had a hard day." ChiChi cooed. It was amazing how this banshee woman could be so kind when she wanted. When she didn't... let's just say it's the flinging frying pan fires of heck.
"ChiChi?" Yamcha asked coughing a little. "Who brought me back here?" he continued. Hopefully it was Gohan, Krillen, Choutzu or Tein. Hell even Nappa was better. He still had this grudge against Piccolo for what he said earlier and Bulma for humiliating him but he didn't think that would ever go away. That was hate not humiliation.
"Bulma did Yamcha. She was so worried about you. She even broke down the door to get you inside." She giggled the last part a little. "Why?"
"No reason, just wondering." He replied. At least part of it was true.
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She freaked and she knew it. How could she face him after what had happened and in front of other people too? She turned her head to look to see if anyone was following her. She saw no one and sighed in relief. She turned to find her face up against a mass of glass.
"Running from your problems is not a good way to deal with them. But you could of just made this simply and listened to me for the first time." Came the elderly voice. The crystal ball sunk down revealing the source of the voice so that the culprit was face to face with Bulma.
"Baba? I'm sorry I didn't see you..." Bulma rushed but Baba put a hand up to her face "Enough!" the elderly woman said harsher then implied.
"How come you don't listen or see what is going around you? You make things more complicated! Stupid girl. Can you not see your world fall apart! Your destiny!" Baba said in a calm and collected voice that hid the panic of the situation.
"I don't understand Baba! I thought this is what you meant. You speak in riddles." Bulma cried and sunk to her knees and pounded her fist into the wooden floor creating a pothole in the middle of the hallway. "I am so confused. I can't tell left from right anymore!" she screamed.
"Calm down, my dear" Baba reassured. "Yes it is partially my fault for speaking in riddles but half of it is your fault. You didn't listen and I know I didn't speak the part that mattered in a riddle!"
"What part was that?" Bulma snapped lifting her head, face twisting in a scowl.
Baba inhaled deeply then exhaled. "I told you to listen to your heart. Not that science formulated mind of yours."
"What do you mean by that?" Bulma growled. "Listen to my heart! You keep telling me that but I can't really listen clearly. My thoughts are a mess and it's all because of this stupid wish!"
"Bulma what I mean is why did you suddenly have a change of heart toward them?"
"Them?"
"Vegeta and Yamcha"
"What about them? Because if you want to know what I think of them I'll tell you! Vegeta is the rudest, self-centered, "
"Oh, dear don't tell me. Sort it out within yourself. You're all in a fit of rage, settle down and relax and let it simply come to you. Because what you want to believe isn't doing you any good" Baba finished as she started to glide down the hall leaving Bulma there on her knees and not looking back. ~
"Damn woman! Damn her!" Vegeta screamed blasting a few mountains into oblivion. "Try to help someone and that 's the thanks you get!" he froze diminishing the ball of ki that rested in his hand. 'Did I just say help? Why would I help her? Why would I help anyone!' Vegeta asked himself that over and over again and he could only come to one conclusion...
"There's no way! Not one way in hell!" he roared forming a bigger ki ball into his hand and blasted the biggest of the mountains and a few of the surrounding ones with it. 'To bad I need those damn dragon balls or this planet would be ashes at my feet!'
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Well there you go hope you enjoyed it!
"Enough is enough! I'm going to go see where they went!" Nappa fumed crushing the rock he had in his fist to microscopic particles.
"But Mr. Vegeta said to stay here." Gohan piped innocently. "Won't he be really mad if you don't listen to him? My mom is always mad at me when I don't listen to her." He continued looking up at the sky, watching birds glide across the clear blue plane. It had been a perfect day, weather wise anyway. It was about 55, a light warm breeze and tons of perfectly white cumulus clouds.
"Good point kid." Nappa replied defeated. It was times like these that made him feel like the complete idiot he was. "Vegeta would be angry if I disobeyed him." He sighed and looked up into the sky, seeing as Gohan was still looking up at it. "What do you see that's so special, kid?"
"The clouds." Gohan whispered in a mellow tone as if he were in a dreamland of the puffy, white masses of water vapor.
"What about them?" Nappa asked not seeing anything special about them. But he didn't posses the vast gift of imagination in this 7-year old, or the understanding of the simple pleasure, that people so often take for granted.
"It looks like my mom's frying pan of doom" he chortled. The others face vaulted, (even Piccolo who was meditating) except for Nappa and Gohan.
"Uh - okay kid" was the burly Sayain's only response. He glances back at the sky for a moment and hung his head down looking at the rugged terrain 'Frying pan of doom? What the hell?'
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Baba watched the sight of the Gohan and Nappa wondering how such an intelligent boy as Gohan be as naïve as his father, at least stupidity doesn't run in the family. She had to admit it was cute watching the little boy completely out wit a full grown man. 'That boy is a angel on earth, first Piccolo, now Nappa.' She watched her crystal ball tentatively drumming her fingers on the rough mahogany surface of her brother's (Master Roshi for those that don't know) kitchen table. 'Where did Bulma, Vegeta, and that other... thing go to?'
Just then as if on cue Bulma barged through the door (wreaking yet another thing that day) "Call an ambulance!" she panicked.
ChiChi hustled from her spot knocking over a few chairs to get into the family room where Bulma was. She gasped when she saw Yamcha battered, bruised and broken. "What happened?! Is he all right?!"
"He will be if someone would call an ambulance!" Bulma retorted.
"No need, no need" Master Roshi's voice rang from the corridor.
"What? Have you lost all your marbles old man? He's dying!" Bulma screeched. Master Roshi rounded into the room.
"No, I got more then you apparently" he mocked pulling a tiny satin bag with a yellow string from his pocket. It obviously contained something considering the slightly spear bumps in the sides of the bag.
"I didn't mean lose your marbles literally!" she pulled her hair in frustration.
He gently pulled the drawstring and dumped its contents into his hand. Looked up at Bulma with a smug I-told-you-so expression.
"Senzu?" was all Bulma managed to whisper as she watched the old turtle hermit stride up to where she had set Yamcha on the couch. He gently opened his mouth and placed the bean neatly on his tongue then clasped his fingers tightly around jaw and slammed his mouth shut so hard you could hear teeth crack.
Yamcha felt the bean slide down his throat and the energy in it flow through him like a river. It felt so good to be alive. He couldn't believe he almost through his life away because of her. Thank god that someone had a senzu. Who did have the senzu anyway? He stirred slightly and cracked one eye open slightly to see... to see HER.
"Roshi! You could have broken his jaw! You moron! Why did you do that?" Bulma yelled. Her face turning red, then purple, blue, and then back to red again. Roshi frantically shushed her "Be quiet you'll wake him up"
"Too late." Came a hoarse whisper. Bulma turned around in what felt for her slow motion. Everything was moving so fast and so slow at the same time her world seemed just like one giant blur. All she could do was run. That was the only thing that came to her mind. Run, and that's what she did.
"Are you all right?" ChiChi asked emerging from the kitchen handing him a bowl of soup. "You were one hell of a mess when you got here. What happened?"
"I'm fine Chi, thanks." Yamcha replied as he looked over to where Bulma was standing. 'I was fine' he whispered in him mind. Obviously she brought him here no one else was here that he knew of.
"I'll let you rest now you've had a hard day." ChiChi cooed. It was amazing how this banshee woman could be so kind when she wanted. When she didn't... let's just say it's the flinging frying pan fires of heck.
"ChiChi?" Yamcha asked coughing a little. "Who brought me back here?" he continued. Hopefully it was Gohan, Krillen, Choutzu or Tein. Hell even Nappa was better. He still had this grudge against Piccolo for what he said earlier and Bulma for humiliating him but he didn't think that would ever go away. That was hate not humiliation.
"Bulma did Yamcha. She was so worried about you. She even broke down the door to get you inside." She giggled the last part a little. "Why?"
"No reason, just wondering." He replied. At least part of it was true.
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She freaked and she knew it. How could she face him after what had happened and in front of other people too? She turned her head to look to see if anyone was following her. She saw no one and sighed in relief. She turned to find her face up against a mass of glass.
"Running from your problems is not a good way to deal with them. But you could of just made this simply and listened to me for the first time." Came the elderly voice. The crystal ball sunk down revealing the source of the voice so that the culprit was face to face with Bulma.
"Baba? I'm sorry I didn't see you..." Bulma rushed but Baba put a hand up to her face "Enough!" the elderly woman said harsher then implied.
"How come you don't listen or see what is going around you? You make things more complicated! Stupid girl. Can you not see your world fall apart! Your destiny!" Baba said in a calm and collected voice that hid the panic of the situation.
"I don't understand Baba! I thought this is what you meant. You speak in riddles." Bulma cried and sunk to her knees and pounded her fist into the wooden floor creating a pothole in the middle of the hallway. "I am so confused. I can't tell left from right anymore!" she screamed.
"Calm down, my dear" Baba reassured. "Yes it is partially my fault for speaking in riddles but half of it is your fault. You didn't listen and I know I didn't speak the part that mattered in a riddle!"
"What part was that?" Bulma snapped lifting her head, face twisting in a scowl.
Baba inhaled deeply then exhaled. "I told you to listen to your heart. Not that science formulated mind of yours."
"What do you mean by that?" Bulma growled. "Listen to my heart! You keep telling me that but I can't really listen clearly. My thoughts are a mess and it's all because of this stupid wish!"
"Bulma what I mean is why did you suddenly have a change of heart toward them?"
"Them?"
"Vegeta and Yamcha"
"What about them? Because if you want to know what I think of them I'll tell you! Vegeta is the rudest, self-centered, "
"Oh, dear don't tell me. Sort it out within yourself. You're all in a fit of rage, settle down and relax and let it simply come to you. Because what you want to believe isn't doing you any good" Baba finished as she started to glide down the hall leaving Bulma there on her knees and not looking back. ~
"Damn woman! Damn her!" Vegeta screamed blasting a few mountains into oblivion. "Try to help someone and that 's the thanks you get!" he froze diminishing the ball of ki that rested in his hand. 'Did I just say help? Why would I help her? Why would I help anyone!' Vegeta asked himself that over and over again and he could only come to one conclusion...
"There's no way! Not one way in hell!" he roared forming a bigger ki ball into his hand and blasted the biggest of the mountains and a few of the surrounding ones with it. 'To bad I need those damn dragon balls or this planet would be ashes at my feet!'
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Well there you go hope you enjoyed it!