Instruments in tune: Invasion
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Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews; I will probably not update this installment as regularly as I did the other, I have a few assignments to do for school.but I promise to do my best.
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Chapter 2: For ones own good
Piccolo reached the top of the stairs he turned the blind corner toward Isabelle's bedroom door; he stopped inches from the door placing his ear against the door.
He could hear the faint gentle breaths emitting from her telling his she was asleep as Poetry had said, he looked down to the door knob grasping it and silently turning it without so much as a creek.
He entered the dimly lit bedroom he was in only hours earlier when he brought Isabelle back, the curtains were drawn but the skylight giving off the only light making anything visible.
Closing the door behind him he heard movement in the downstairs area the back door opening and footsteps coming inside and to a stop, he knew it was the rest of the fighters he was not particularly interested and was about to turn when he heard his name being mentioned.
"Where is Piccolo?"
"I'm not certain he left a few minutes ago"
"Alright, I need to speak to you please join me in the living room and bring Cyndel"
Then footsteps came up the stairs around the corner but passed the room Piccolo was standing in listening and further down the hall.
Moments later two sets of steps walked past and back down the stairs toward the living room.
*Hmm, she could have just told him I was up here, why didn't she*
Piccolo thought overhearing the conversation with his well-developed hearing capabilities.
He turned away from the door closing it fully as his eyes came to rest on the motionless form spread over the lace bed spread, one of her arms dangling off the side of the bed she slept.
Piccolo approached the bed stopping beside Isabelle's arm that hung over the side, gently he picked it up resting it on the pillow beside her face before releasing he used his other hand he moved her long thick braid to out of the way exposing the light tan skin of her neck.
*Sleep just sleep* Was all he could say in his mind, observing her he knew he could sit there and watch her slumber forever.
He moved away releasing Isabelle's arm he situated himself a few feet away from her bed attempting to meditate he found the dim light room very soothing along with Isabelle's steady breathing he closed his eyes waiting for her to stir.
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Tempo's temporary throne on the bridge of the leg graced ship was now accompanied by another on either side, in each sat the devilishly possessed Slit and Clip.. their breaths emitted a grinding sound that was enough to chisel bone through the flesh.
Tempo sat upon his throne his tail tilting gently as he watched the surroundings out the enormous window above the control panels at the font of the bridge.
Clip and Slit became to drool simultaneously their saber like claws twitching with anticipation as the ship gracefully moved through the solar system toward the sun.
"Ahhh, what planet is that Lieutenant?"
Tempo smirked at the sight of a small to medium sized planet with a faint ring circling it vertically the color a mix of green and blue.
The lieutenant took a short focused observation of the passing planet it was one of the nine also a cold planet compared to the some in the system.
"My lord that is the planet Uranus, it is the second most outer planet of this solar system" The lieutenant remarks standing straight hoping the explanation would be enough to save his life.
Tempo leaned forward on his throne his staff clutched in his right hand the other rubbing his chin he hummed observing the planet.
"Is there any life on this planet Lieutenant?" He asked without changing his composure.
"Well no there is not my lord" The lieutenant was curious to know why the question was even asked and the reason behind it but he would not dare ask.
"Hmmm hmmm hmmm" Mused Tempo as he leaned his back against his throne.
"What a shame I would have enjoyed this more if there were" He smiled his teeth peaking through his purple lips.
Clip and Slit began to giggle like children they knew what was next.
Tempo rose to his feet he approached the large window staff I hand.
"Destroy it"
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Poetry walked into the living room a medium sized Cyndel following close behind her blond locks now wavy fastened in a bun at the base of her neck.
"My dear, Cyndel we have come to a decision, you can tell Isabelle once you know"
Poetry nodded, Cyndel watched her long slender antenna dangling above her head she turned to each of the fighters none paying any attention until the last face she passed.
A warm and gentle smile came from the young half saiyajin Gohan he reassured the young Namek that all was well and everything would be all right.
Cyndel returned the smile turning her attention back to her father as he began to speak.
"It has been decided that You two and Isabelle will be hidden away from view perhaps at a great distance to insure your safely"
Cyndel was about to protest, she did not want to hide away, she wanted to help being young she did not realize the dangers involved.
"No father, I will not hide away like a coward, I want to help and I know aunt Isabelle wants to help too"
Cyndel stood on her feet unaffected by the many stares she now received by the fighters her mother and Bongo.
"You will do as you are told, this is for your own safety as well as your aunt Isabelle's, you can not fight and even if you could I would not allow it"
Bongo was shocked by his daughters outburst, never had she reacted in such a manner toward him.
"Aunt Isabelle can protect me, she knows how to fight that's what she did when she was out training with uncle Piccolo all those months"
The words so easily used by his daughter were absorbed by Bongo like a knife in the gut; referring to his brother, as uncle was wrong he was no uncle he was still to him demon.
Bongo stood up his head boiling. "That's enough you will do as I say no more arguments, understand"
Cyndel tuned away running toward her room she ran up the stairs and out of view, the fighters winced when she slammed her bedroom door causing the picture frames on the wall to buckle.
Bongo sat down again on the couch he looked at his wife her head down not facing him.
"You understand I must think about you and them first"
Poetry looked into his eyes nodding she smiled weakly and briefly.
"Yes I understand, I will speak to her she will understand" Poetry excused herself from the living room.
The fighters were silent not breathing a word Krillin sat on the floor twiddling hi thumbs and occasionally rubbing his forehead; Goku sat on the couch beside Bongo & Vegeta leaned against the wall staring out the closest window.
Cyndel was up in her bedroom, her eyes now glazed over but she was not crying profusely only a few tears escaped her eyes, she didn't turn when she heard a faint knock at the door.
She expected it would be her mother coming to lecture her about now giving such outburst in front of guests and especially not to her father, she ignored the first set of knocks hoping the individual would leave.
Another set of knocks only slightly loader vibrated through the door, Cyndel gritted her teeth she was not interested in being told to apologies or anything else as such. Yet again she ignored it crossing her arms over her chest as she stared out her window, the door creaked open slightly Cyndel turned about to verbally blast her parent for coming to her room and that she would emerge when she was good and ready.
"I will co....oh its you I, I, I thought is was someone else.
Cyndel stopped surprised by her self-inviting guest.
"May I please come in?" The individual solicited seeing the distress in Cyndel's face.
Her face lightened as she sat down in the chair close by her bed motioning his to come it.
"Yes you may come in Gohan"
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Thank you all for reading please review..........
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Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews; I will probably not update this installment as regularly as I did the other, I have a few assignments to do for school.but I promise to do my best.
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Chapter 2: For ones own good
Piccolo reached the top of the stairs he turned the blind corner toward Isabelle's bedroom door; he stopped inches from the door placing his ear against the door.
He could hear the faint gentle breaths emitting from her telling his she was asleep as Poetry had said, he looked down to the door knob grasping it and silently turning it without so much as a creek.
He entered the dimly lit bedroom he was in only hours earlier when he brought Isabelle back, the curtains were drawn but the skylight giving off the only light making anything visible.
Closing the door behind him he heard movement in the downstairs area the back door opening and footsteps coming inside and to a stop, he knew it was the rest of the fighters he was not particularly interested and was about to turn when he heard his name being mentioned.
"Where is Piccolo?"
"I'm not certain he left a few minutes ago"
"Alright, I need to speak to you please join me in the living room and bring Cyndel"
Then footsteps came up the stairs around the corner but passed the room Piccolo was standing in listening and further down the hall.
Moments later two sets of steps walked past and back down the stairs toward the living room.
*Hmm, she could have just told him I was up here, why didn't she*
Piccolo thought overhearing the conversation with his well-developed hearing capabilities.
He turned away from the door closing it fully as his eyes came to rest on the motionless form spread over the lace bed spread, one of her arms dangling off the side of the bed she slept.
Piccolo approached the bed stopping beside Isabelle's arm that hung over the side, gently he picked it up resting it on the pillow beside her face before releasing he used his other hand he moved her long thick braid to out of the way exposing the light tan skin of her neck.
*Sleep just sleep* Was all he could say in his mind, observing her he knew he could sit there and watch her slumber forever.
He moved away releasing Isabelle's arm he situated himself a few feet away from her bed attempting to meditate he found the dim light room very soothing along with Isabelle's steady breathing he closed his eyes waiting for her to stir.
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Tempo's temporary throne on the bridge of the leg graced ship was now accompanied by another on either side, in each sat the devilishly possessed Slit and Clip.. their breaths emitted a grinding sound that was enough to chisel bone through the flesh.
Tempo sat upon his throne his tail tilting gently as he watched the surroundings out the enormous window above the control panels at the font of the bridge.
Clip and Slit became to drool simultaneously their saber like claws twitching with anticipation as the ship gracefully moved through the solar system toward the sun.
"Ahhh, what planet is that Lieutenant?"
Tempo smirked at the sight of a small to medium sized planet with a faint ring circling it vertically the color a mix of green and blue.
The lieutenant took a short focused observation of the passing planet it was one of the nine also a cold planet compared to the some in the system.
"My lord that is the planet Uranus, it is the second most outer planet of this solar system" The lieutenant remarks standing straight hoping the explanation would be enough to save his life.
Tempo leaned forward on his throne his staff clutched in his right hand the other rubbing his chin he hummed observing the planet.
"Is there any life on this planet Lieutenant?" He asked without changing his composure.
"Well no there is not my lord" The lieutenant was curious to know why the question was even asked and the reason behind it but he would not dare ask.
"Hmmm hmmm hmmm" Mused Tempo as he leaned his back against his throne.
"What a shame I would have enjoyed this more if there were" He smiled his teeth peaking through his purple lips.
Clip and Slit began to giggle like children they knew what was next.
Tempo rose to his feet he approached the large window staff I hand.
"Destroy it"
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Poetry walked into the living room a medium sized Cyndel following close behind her blond locks now wavy fastened in a bun at the base of her neck.
"My dear, Cyndel we have come to a decision, you can tell Isabelle once you know"
Poetry nodded, Cyndel watched her long slender antenna dangling above her head she turned to each of the fighters none paying any attention until the last face she passed.
A warm and gentle smile came from the young half saiyajin Gohan he reassured the young Namek that all was well and everything would be all right.
Cyndel returned the smile turning her attention back to her father as he began to speak.
"It has been decided that You two and Isabelle will be hidden away from view perhaps at a great distance to insure your safely"
Cyndel was about to protest, she did not want to hide away, she wanted to help being young she did not realize the dangers involved.
"No father, I will not hide away like a coward, I want to help and I know aunt Isabelle wants to help too"
Cyndel stood on her feet unaffected by the many stares she now received by the fighters her mother and Bongo.
"You will do as you are told, this is for your own safety as well as your aunt Isabelle's, you can not fight and even if you could I would not allow it"
Bongo was shocked by his daughters outburst, never had she reacted in such a manner toward him.
"Aunt Isabelle can protect me, she knows how to fight that's what she did when she was out training with uncle Piccolo all those months"
The words so easily used by his daughter were absorbed by Bongo like a knife in the gut; referring to his brother, as uncle was wrong he was no uncle he was still to him demon.
Bongo stood up his head boiling. "That's enough you will do as I say no more arguments, understand"
Cyndel tuned away running toward her room she ran up the stairs and out of view, the fighters winced when she slammed her bedroom door causing the picture frames on the wall to buckle.
Bongo sat down again on the couch he looked at his wife her head down not facing him.
"You understand I must think about you and them first"
Poetry looked into his eyes nodding she smiled weakly and briefly.
"Yes I understand, I will speak to her she will understand" Poetry excused herself from the living room.
The fighters were silent not breathing a word Krillin sat on the floor twiddling hi thumbs and occasionally rubbing his forehead; Goku sat on the couch beside Bongo & Vegeta leaned against the wall staring out the closest window.
Cyndel was up in her bedroom, her eyes now glazed over but she was not crying profusely only a few tears escaped her eyes, she didn't turn when she heard a faint knock at the door.
She expected it would be her mother coming to lecture her about now giving such outburst in front of guests and especially not to her father, she ignored the first set of knocks hoping the individual would leave.
Another set of knocks only slightly loader vibrated through the door, Cyndel gritted her teeth she was not interested in being told to apologies or anything else as such. Yet again she ignored it crossing her arms over her chest as she stared out her window, the door creaked open slightly Cyndel turned about to verbally blast her parent for coming to her room and that she would emerge when she was good and ready.
"I will co....oh its you I, I, I thought is was someone else.
Cyndel stopped surprised by her self-inviting guest.
"May I please come in?" The individual solicited seeing the distress in Cyndel's face.
Her face lightened as she sat down in the chair close by her bed motioning his to come it.
"Yes you may come in Gohan"
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Thank you all for reading please review..........
