Instrument in tune: Invasion
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Author's Note:
Sorry for not updating as regularly lately, I have had a couple of assignments and tests to study for in school but my holidays start tomorrow afternoon so updates will come more regularly.
However, thank you again to the wonderful reviewers who reviewed the last chapter.
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Chapter 4: One good deed.
Isabelle stood in front of the full length mirror on her wall by the closet she had just opened, now downed in her selected wear she observed herself straightening the silky black skirt that flowed down to her knee the rib on an angle with a wide frill.
The lime top she wore hung off her shoulders revealing her feminine yet ample frame.
Turning away from the mirror she stood in the middle of her empty room wondering about the conversation that had taken place moments ago with Piccolo why had Piccolo suddenly tainted toward her to treat her as a burden, something that HAD to be looked after without his being to his liking almost with 'spite'
With this word entering her mind, she shook her head regretting the thought perhaps she was mistaken, he may have just been pre-occupied with what was at hand.
"This is so pointless, I expect too much from him with the trouble we have coming toward us all I worry about is the attention span he has for me how could I be so selfish"
She said aloud as she sat by the window in front of the table situated there
Her hair was matted from her slumber she quickly unbraided it brushing her waist length golden strands with the nearby brush; she closed her eyes slowly the brush passing through her hair.
Flooding the memorable sensation of Piccolos fingers gently passing thorough her hair and over her scalp as she lay beneath him filling her with bliss.
After re-braiding her hair, she lifted from the chair and desk by her window.
She sat on the edge of her bed slowly she lay down resting her head upon her folder arms, her face veiled into the lace of the bed still pondering of whether her fears were true whilst she awaited Piccolos return.
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Gohan ran from Cyndel's bedroom followed closely behind by the young half Namek, reaching the stairs Gohan leapt the entire plight to the bottom he giggled when he turned to find Cyndel coming down a step at a time.
"Ha ha come on I can sleep faster than that"
Cyndel stopped gawking at Gohan's comment she smirked jumping the remaining four steps to the ground landing beside Gohan.
"That was your wake up call," Cyndel said still smirking but much more softly.
"O.. K.lets go, you need to apologies" Gohan said reaching for Cyndel's arm he pulled the slightly shorter girl toward the living room where the fighters still sat awaiting the dinner that Poetry was preparing, it would be their last meal perhaps of their lives.
Arriving at the doorway of the living room, it was utter silent all were there but the silence was agony to the half saiyajin and half Namek's ears as they watched their fathers and other fighters being graced in apprehension.
"Gohan, were did you go son, I noticed you had disappeared"
Goku stood from his place next to Bongo on the couch approaching the young children at the doorway.
"Dad Cyndel has something to say" Gohan stepped aside revealing the guilt stricken Cyndel.
Goku also stepped aside as Cyndel approached her father on the couch, her hands behind her back eyes to the floor she stopped.
Bongo sat his arms folder he looked at the head of golden locks before him, prepared to scold his daughter for the behavior she had displayed but refrained, he would not disdain her as she prepared to apologies voluntarily to him.
"Father, I would like to apologies for my behavior"
Cyndel's eyes remained glued to the floor her voiced muffed from, speaking with her head cocked.
"I am sorry for my disagreeing, I understand that its for out safety that we be hidden from harm"
Cyndel finally lifted her head to look into her stern yet gentle hearted father face.
"I'm sorry, can you forgive me"
Bongo looked into the ebony eyes of his daughter even he could see the sincerity and felt his own guilt.
He reached down scooping up Cyndel in his arms holding her firmly to his chest; Cyndel in turn grasped her father around his neck submerging her face into Bongos gi.
"Of course I forgive you, you are my daughter and I will always love you with all my heart, nothing can ever stop me from loving and forgiving you.. nothing"
Bongo whispered into Cyndel's ear as they embraced, Cyndel nodded her face still concealed in the gi.
Gohan was smiling happy to see the sight; Goku placed his hand on his son's shoulder they looked at one another.
"It was a good deed you did Gohan, it makes me proud" Goku said to a still smiling Gohan. Krillin had no tears but had the pang to spill them in his chest seeing the sight.
Vegeta leaned against the wall on the father side of the room; he watched the proceedings on the couch before returning to the window.
"Bah, pathetic weaklings" He snickered.
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Isabelle decided to wait no longer in her room, she wanted Poetry from when they had arrived she had not properly spoken to her apart from running past and up stairs in tears.
Exited the room allowing her eyes to adjust to the light in the house she found the staircase and slowly walked down at the bottom she looked to see the backs or Goku and Gohan in the living room doorway.
Looking past the two she saw Bongo and Cyndel embracing tightly on the couch, unknown to what had taken place she still smiled at the scene it warmed her heart she loved them both.
She walked on into the kitchen where Poetry was preparing dinner.
"Well good day to you sleepy one its good to see you"
Poetry mused as she walked to her friend embracing her tightly to her, Isabelle returned the embrace her friend was the closest thing to a mother she had in a long while.
"Do you need any help Poetry?" Isabelle asked seeing the large amount of food that was lying around the kitchen half prepared.
"No its alright, but please sit and talk to me tell me how was your training?" Poetry listened as she continued to work in the kitchen.
Isabelle sat down at the table where could she begin to describe the time away at training.
Isabelle spoke about her ability to almost achieve flight and control her ki, telling how she hoped to use these abilities to help the fighters in their conquest against this evil.
Poetry listened but detected the light tone of cheerless in Isabelle's voice but did not want to intervene or become nosey. Deciding that when she was ready she would speak about it.
"Well it sounds like you had a very productive time of training, now put those skills to work and force those fighters in here to eat their dinner" Poetry said jokily, knowing all too well that not even gravity could refrain Goku and Vegeta from not coming.
Isabelle Walked toward the lounge laughing softly from Poetries comment, as she passed the window she took a quick glance outside stopping at what she saw.
Piccolo stood out in the prairie field, he was staring up to the heavens in his usual stance; she assumed he was monitoring the approaching enemy. Staring for a moment in awe of him majesty as he stood in his breezeless surroundings.
She wanted go to him but her hunger was now to the point that she could bear no more, gathering the fighters from the living room they filed into the kitchen each taking a seat at the amply filled table with food.
The saiyajin ate as they usually would nor rain nor storm and nor evil on approach seemed to change their eating habits.
Isabelle ate along side Bongo who had only a jug of water, which was all he needed. She ate her fill she placed her plate in the sink as she walked toward the back door.
"Where are you going?"
Isabelle stopped in mid step unsure of how to answer the question.
She turned around to face the table of people and to Bongo whom looked at her curiously seeing the hesitation she sad at answering his question.
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Thank you all for reading and please do review.
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Author's Note:
Sorry for not updating as regularly lately, I have had a couple of assignments and tests to study for in school but my holidays start tomorrow afternoon so updates will come more regularly.
However, thank you again to the wonderful reviewers who reviewed the last chapter.
**************************************************************************** *****************
Chapter 4: One good deed.
Isabelle stood in front of the full length mirror on her wall by the closet she had just opened, now downed in her selected wear she observed herself straightening the silky black skirt that flowed down to her knee the rib on an angle with a wide frill.
The lime top she wore hung off her shoulders revealing her feminine yet ample frame.
Turning away from the mirror she stood in the middle of her empty room wondering about the conversation that had taken place moments ago with Piccolo why had Piccolo suddenly tainted toward her to treat her as a burden, something that HAD to be looked after without his being to his liking almost with 'spite'
With this word entering her mind, she shook her head regretting the thought perhaps she was mistaken, he may have just been pre-occupied with what was at hand.
"This is so pointless, I expect too much from him with the trouble we have coming toward us all I worry about is the attention span he has for me how could I be so selfish"
She said aloud as she sat by the window in front of the table situated there
Her hair was matted from her slumber she quickly unbraided it brushing her waist length golden strands with the nearby brush; she closed her eyes slowly the brush passing through her hair.
Flooding the memorable sensation of Piccolos fingers gently passing thorough her hair and over her scalp as she lay beneath him filling her with bliss.
After re-braiding her hair, she lifted from the chair and desk by her window.
She sat on the edge of her bed slowly she lay down resting her head upon her folder arms, her face veiled into the lace of the bed still pondering of whether her fears were true whilst she awaited Piccolos return.
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Gohan ran from Cyndel's bedroom followed closely behind by the young half Namek, reaching the stairs Gohan leapt the entire plight to the bottom he giggled when he turned to find Cyndel coming down a step at a time.
"Ha ha come on I can sleep faster than that"
Cyndel stopped gawking at Gohan's comment she smirked jumping the remaining four steps to the ground landing beside Gohan.
"That was your wake up call," Cyndel said still smirking but much more softly.
"O.. K.lets go, you need to apologies" Gohan said reaching for Cyndel's arm he pulled the slightly shorter girl toward the living room where the fighters still sat awaiting the dinner that Poetry was preparing, it would be their last meal perhaps of their lives.
Arriving at the doorway of the living room, it was utter silent all were there but the silence was agony to the half saiyajin and half Namek's ears as they watched their fathers and other fighters being graced in apprehension.
"Gohan, were did you go son, I noticed you had disappeared"
Goku stood from his place next to Bongo on the couch approaching the young children at the doorway.
"Dad Cyndel has something to say" Gohan stepped aside revealing the guilt stricken Cyndel.
Goku also stepped aside as Cyndel approached her father on the couch, her hands behind her back eyes to the floor she stopped.
Bongo sat his arms folder he looked at the head of golden locks before him, prepared to scold his daughter for the behavior she had displayed but refrained, he would not disdain her as she prepared to apologies voluntarily to him.
"Father, I would like to apologies for my behavior"
Cyndel's eyes remained glued to the floor her voiced muffed from, speaking with her head cocked.
"I am sorry for my disagreeing, I understand that its for out safety that we be hidden from harm"
Cyndel finally lifted her head to look into her stern yet gentle hearted father face.
"I'm sorry, can you forgive me"
Bongo looked into the ebony eyes of his daughter even he could see the sincerity and felt his own guilt.
He reached down scooping up Cyndel in his arms holding her firmly to his chest; Cyndel in turn grasped her father around his neck submerging her face into Bongos gi.
"Of course I forgive you, you are my daughter and I will always love you with all my heart, nothing can ever stop me from loving and forgiving you.. nothing"
Bongo whispered into Cyndel's ear as they embraced, Cyndel nodded her face still concealed in the gi.
Gohan was smiling happy to see the sight; Goku placed his hand on his son's shoulder they looked at one another.
"It was a good deed you did Gohan, it makes me proud" Goku said to a still smiling Gohan. Krillin had no tears but had the pang to spill them in his chest seeing the sight.
Vegeta leaned against the wall on the father side of the room; he watched the proceedings on the couch before returning to the window.
"Bah, pathetic weaklings" He snickered.
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Isabelle decided to wait no longer in her room, she wanted Poetry from when they had arrived she had not properly spoken to her apart from running past and up stairs in tears.
Exited the room allowing her eyes to adjust to the light in the house she found the staircase and slowly walked down at the bottom she looked to see the backs or Goku and Gohan in the living room doorway.
Looking past the two she saw Bongo and Cyndel embracing tightly on the couch, unknown to what had taken place she still smiled at the scene it warmed her heart she loved them both.
She walked on into the kitchen where Poetry was preparing dinner.
"Well good day to you sleepy one its good to see you"
Poetry mused as she walked to her friend embracing her tightly to her, Isabelle returned the embrace her friend was the closest thing to a mother she had in a long while.
"Do you need any help Poetry?" Isabelle asked seeing the large amount of food that was lying around the kitchen half prepared.
"No its alright, but please sit and talk to me tell me how was your training?" Poetry listened as she continued to work in the kitchen.
Isabelle sat down at the table where could she begin to describe the time away at training.
Isabelle spoke about her ability to almost achieve flight and control her ki, telling how she hoped to use these abilities to help the fighters in their conquest against this evil.
Poetry listened but detected the light tone of cheerless in Isabelle's voice but did not want to intervene or become nosey. Deciding that when she was ready she would speak about it.
"Well it sounds like you had a very productive time of training, now put those skills to work and force those fighters in here to eat their dinner" Poetry said jokily, knowing all too well that not even gravity could refrain Goku and Vegeta from not coming.
Isabelle Walked toward the lounge laughing softly from Poetries comment, as she passed the window she took a quick glance outside stopping at what she saw.
Piccolo stood out in the prairie field, he was staring up to the heavens in his usual stance; she assumed he was monitoring the approaching enemy. Staring for a moment in awe of him majesty as he stood in his breezeless surroundings.
She wanted go to him but her hunger was now to the point that she could bear no more, gathering the fighters from the living room they filed into the kitchen each taking a seat at the amply filled table with food.
The saiyajin ate as they usually would nor rain nor storm and nor evil on approach seemed to change their eating habits.
Isabelle ate along side Bongo who had only a jug of water, which was all he needed. She ate her fill she placed her plate in the sink as she walked toward the back door.
"Where are you going?"
Isabelle stopped in mid step unsure of how to answer the question.
She turned around to face the table of people and to Bongo whom looked at her curiously seeing the hesitation she sad at answering his question.
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Thank you all for reading and please do review.
