A/N: Once again thank you TiffyAngel for taking me under your wing. I greatly appreciate it. Thank you so much!

Demoness Yasha- I don't write lemons (which is full on, sexual themes described in detail for those who are ignorant to the terminology like me ^-^). But if anything remotely close happens in this story it will be for a reason that will be revealed in this story or a sequel (I'm still deliberating on that).

I'm going to try to write 3 good chapters in 1 day so pray for me people! It will be a major miracle if I get it done. El Elohe Israel

Chapter 4-Inspiration

It was morning, and Trista's fever was reaching critical mass. She was asleep at the moment, having feverish nightmares. The nursed checked on her constantly, but she was a day worker and had to leave.

"I've done all that can be. It's up to her now." Piccolo sighed as he replaced the cloth on her forehead. At its cool touch, Trista started murmuring.

"Méka noi [translation: help me]" She was always speaking in that foreign tongue. He looked as she flinched from the actions in her dream...

Dream Sequence:

It was so dark. And cold. Demons were everywhere. They just kept coming. She tried to fight them, but she didn't have her Garnet Staff, her keys, or her transformation pen. She was just a woman and every time she killed one, 3 more took its place. There were people behind her, staring blankly at her struggle. She ran to them. "Mother!" But before she could reach her, she disappeared. "Father!" But he to, disappeared. And so it went, until she was alone. So she fought alone, with her bare hands, but to no avail. She fell to knees, exhausted. The demons gathered 'round, like vultures waiting for her to die...

End Dream Sequence

(In foreign language) "To many...To strong...No one will help me.... No one can help me..."

Piccolo listened to her ramblings. He didn't understand the words, but he understood the tone of voice. She was giving up. He could feel the power within her dwindling. If she died, he couldn't take her power. No way! I've invested too much time in her! He had to do something. He opened a telepathic link with her, thinking that perhaps if he could talk to her, he could convince her to keep fighting.

Can you me?

In her dream, Trista heard a voice in the darkness.

"Yes..." She answered weakly.

Though she spoke aloud in that strange tongue, he comprehended her thoughts.

How can you give up? Only the weak and useless give up so easily. If you give up now you deserve to die.

Apparently, Piccolo wasn't use to helping people, but Trista wasn't use receiving to help either. "True...but.. I have no weapons...And I'm alone...Always alone..."

But you must fight-

"Always fighting. So tired of fighting."

Her words sounded much like a warrior who's seen to much blood shed. Piccolo sighed. She really didn't want to go on.

Everyone fights for a reason. Obviously you've lost yours. If you can't find a reason, then die, as you rightfully deserve.

Dream Sequence:

The demons were staring at Trista with hungry eyes, but she took no notice. She was thinking about what the voice said. What was her reason for fighting? Her immediate thought was the timeline, but that wasn't appealing right now. She needed something more personal, something...More. But what? Then she saw a light and the silhouetted figures of three people. She didn't know who they were, but she knew they were her reason for fighting. Her inspiration.

End Dream Sequence

Piccolo felt a sudden burst of energy. Such power! He thought. I've never felt anything like it! Then he smiled to himself. Guess she found her inspiration.

A/N: Shot, but the next one will be longer. I'm begging you people pray for me! School will be starting soon and if anything goes wrong I won't be able to get online. My secret identity ( Path Walker) will be discovered and I will be subjected to endless torture! In short, no writing, long waiting. Until next installment (which will hopefully be within the next 2 days) El Elohe Israel.

*Before you even ask it means- God is the God of Israel.