These Dreams
Part Nine
"Get down!" Piccolo shoved me hard to the ground. I landed heavily on my hands and knees and immediately assumed the 'duck-and-cover' position. Piccolo dropped over my back, his bulk easily covering me. I felt his power level shooting up.
The energy all around screamed through my head. It was like that game at Disneyland where you grip two metal bars and try to hang on while weak electricity makes your wrists tingle. The tingling gets more intense the longer you hold on. It gets pretty maddening. If you hold on until the dial reaches the other end you get rewarded with flashing lights and bells. I felt like I had the metal bars stuck in my ears, up my nose and between my teeth and the dial was broken! ARGH! Make it stop!
Then the world around Piccolo and I literally exploded.
Everything turned white-hot. A deafening rumble slammed into my ears. The ground rippled. A shockwave slammed down like a sledgehammer. Piccolo tensed against me. I tensed against him. He said something that I couldn't hear over the confusing noise. All I know is he managed to pull up a ki barrier at the last freaking second.
A terrible wind blew my bangs against my forehead. Smoke billowed all over the place. Dirty, smelly smoke that snuffed out all light, stung my eyes and made me cough. Some was Anime and some was Real...talk about weird!
"Get up!" Piccolo hauled me painfully to my feet.
I continued choking on the damn smoke. "What the hell just happened here?! Where's Void?"
"I don't know," he admitted grudgingly. "I'm not liking this situation one bit."
"You pathetic little fools, I'm right here!"
A searing ball of purple ki dropped between Piccolo and I. The explosion threw us in completely opposite directions. More light and confusion. To make things worse, Void separated us! I couldn't see a thing or concentrate enough to "feel" who was where. All I had was my sense of hearing. At the moment it told me Void and Piccolo were grappling all over the place.
How the heck was I supposed to fight in this condition?!
Okay, I had to say SOMETHING tough. Me and my big mouth. "Void, you pussy! Stop hiding in the smoke and come fight the right way!"
Piccolo broke in, "No, Cyndi you idiot!"
"With pleasure..." Void's throaty voice was suddenly behind me. Before I could blink, a hand wrapped around my long hair. Like a cat grabbed by the scruff of the neck, I froze. Void lifted me painfully off the ground. I was terrified that my own weight would rip all my hair out by the roots. Fortunately it held, but I didn't dare move. I just stared into Void's cruel silver eyes and sneered.
"You are such a pathetic creature, little girl." She slapped her other hand around my neck. Blood pulsed behind my eyes. My face felt swollen. I gurgled helplessly. The smoke around us stung my eyeballs like hot pokers. My lungs burned in their want for air. Dizziness set in.
Only one thing left to do. I shaped my fingers into hooks and clawed desperately at her eyes.
Void snarled and dropped me. She clutched at her face, her tail lashing wildly. "Argh! Stupid girl, I'll kill you for that!"
Movement. A faint glow.
"Masenko-haaaaaa!" Gold energy blasted through the smoke
I dove out of the way. Due to the dizziness, I didn't jump straight. I landed on a couch instead of the ground. It knocked the wind right out of me - I just stayed there, gasping as I waited for my wits to return.
Void was so distracted by the pain in her eyes that she didn't see the oncoming energy beam.
KA-BOOM!
More smoke and confusion. No way to know how Void faired through that mess. Not that I cared, I was still smarting all over. Mainly my eyes, head and neck.
"You have to learn when to keep your mouth shut," Piccolo's voice spoke from my left. "C'mon, kid, get up! We have to focus on breaking the trance."
"Piccolo?" I turned over, rolling off the couch. The smoke was really making my eyes burn, I barely made out his shape. "This smoke is bad, I can't keep my eyes open!"
Piccolo's hand grabbed my shoulder. "Just stay close to me. Void isn't far away, she's recovering...and waiting for a perfect moment to attack."
The searing pain worsened. My eyes screwed shut on themselves so fiercely that I had no hope of forcing them open. Tears poured down my cheeks. "I can't see right now, my eyes can't take this!"
"Grrr....okay. Hang onto my belt and stick close. She knows where we are in here..." His deep voice muffled as he turned his head. I didn't blame him if he was disappointed by my performance. "...here she comes!"
I grabbed Piccolo's belt with both hands. Seconds later I felt an arm wrap around me. I was then treated to the most disorienting series of twists, flips and leaps that I've ever experienced. It drowned my sense of direction completely. Blistering explosions seemed to be on our heels at every landing. Piccolo stopped to throw a few blasts of his own. I just hung on for dear life while my heart pounded wildly in my chest. Concentrated on nothing but the flex of his muscles against my knuckles and sides.
The jumping ceased. My confusion didn't.
I reached up and rubbed furiously at my eyelids. The stinging grew maddening. My eyeballs felt like someone just wiped them with sandpaper.
"Don't rub your eyes!" Piccolo snapped suddenly. "That'll make it worse! Didn't I teach you to keep your eyes narrow in smoky areas so your own tears will protect them?"
"N-not that I remember."
I felt a growl rumble down his side. "Well, next time make sure to keep your eyes narrow. Let your other senses work for you."
"Where's Void?"
"Preparing another offensive." A rustle sounded, "Focus, I'm taking us both out. We can't fight with you in this condition."
Footsteps raced up behind us. They were far, but coming closer by the second. If Piccolo didn't hurry the hell up we were going to be ka-bobs on Void's tail!
But I didn't need to worry.
We were out of there long before she reached us.
Never in my life have I ever been so relieved to feel something hard under my butt. Too bad my eyes still stung like hell. I wound up trying to rub them anyway, despite Piccolo's harsh warning not to. I had no choice! If they didn't burn, they itched! I swear the itch/pain was making me crazy!
"Stop it!" Piccolo grabbed my wrists, "Your eyes are very swollen, Cyndi! Just stay here and let me prepare something to wash them out. Keep your hands off your face." His voice was intense and serious. The tone he takes on when he wants me to listen to him. I heard him grumble something about weak human eyes and shift a few things around.
I could do nothing except sit and wait. Ugh. Whatever Piccolo planned on doing to cure me, it was probably gonna hurt.
Water poured into something small. It sloshed a bit. Clinking noises. More sloshing.
"Okay, now tilt your head back. This might sting like a bitch for a few minutes, but it'll go away."
Tilting my head back like Piccolo told me to, I grumbled, "This probably wouldn't have happened if I was in my Anime form. As a Saiyajin I can gather my ki a lot easier!"
"I don't think it would've mattered. She caught us both by surprise. Heh, I barely got that ki shield up in time." Cool, leathery fingers pressed down above and below my right eye. With one easy movement, Piccolo pried my eyelids open. It created a searing pain comparable to getting a paper cut. He snorted, "Yeah, they're pretty red, too. Don't worry though, you'll be okay. This isn't permanent damage."
My vision was extremely bleary, like staring at a fogged up mirror after a shower. Piccolo's face was a sea of green with white on top and all around. I wondered if my eyeball was being shredded by a razor, that's sure what it felt like! The razor blade turned into a flaming sword when he started pouring thick liquid over my eye. This stuff stung worse than Visine on steroids!
"Ouch..." I grabbed reflexively at Piccolo's wrist. The sting intensified, as did my whining, "AAH! OWWW! OWWW! OWWWW!!" My eyelids tried to screw shut, but Piccolo easily held them open. I winced as he performed the same operation on my other eye. Perhaps this is divine revenge for breaking his legs two months ago, I mused bitterly.
Piccolo released my eyelids, letting them close tight. "There. Keep your eyes closed for at least fifteen minutes so these drops can dissolve the smoke particles and lessen the swelling. I'll check them again after the fifteen minutes are up and put more drops in if necessary. In the meantime, I'm taking you back into the living area."
Strong arms slipped under my back and knees. I was lifted close to Piccolo's muscular chest. He carried me several feet and plopped me down on the soft bed. I bounced once on the springy mattress.
"Hey," I grabbed his arm when I heard him moving away.
"Yeah?"
"How do you feel?" I let go after assuring myself that he wouldn't sneak off. For me, it was much easier to speak with him while my eyes were closed. I'm just weird that way. "I mean...now that you got rid of that pain, how do you feel?"
Piccolo sighed, his voice moving to the foot of the bed. "I'll never be rid of the pain, Cyndi. But it's a little easier to deal with since I've shared it." A pause, probably to gather his thoughts. Perhaps he found it easier to talk to me when I couldn't see his face, too.
The mattress sagged. I heard a faint grunt. Piccolo's solid form settled down right next to me. I knew without looking that he was resting on his side with his cheek propped on his palm...same pose he assumed in the grass at the party just after Goku beat Buu. He continued, "In all my life, I've never told anyone about it, not even Gohan. I didn't think anybody would understand."
"I do."
He spoke softly, "I know."
Right then I wished I could see his face. I did the next best thing and reached a hand out to touch his warm cheek. Piccolo's face is as familiar to me as my own. "You know...I remember the first time I saw you. It was a picture on someone's website. Ohh...about four years ago in my world. I used to Role Play as a centaur-like alien, an Andalite. Her name was Semeir-Cooraf-Armaheen...and one of the buddies I RP'ed with played a Namek named Aesh...spelled A-E-S-H, not A-S-H...and a Saiyajin named Magus Krail. I watched Dragon Ball Z once to see Goku, since Magus's character was based off him. It was in the middle of the Freeza Saga, before Goku landed on Namek. So I, you know, didn't see him or understand what the heck I was watching. I saw Freeza though...even thought he was a woman at first because of his voice. But his body shape said otherwise."
"Oh?"
"Mmhmm," I sighed at the nostalgia washing over me. This was the first time I ever told anyone about any of this. "A few weeks later I checked out the Namek character's profile picture, but it was too small to see your face in detail...so I went to the website the picture belonged to and found a clear one. You were standing sideways in front of a gold background with your arms crossed and the wind blowing your cape behind you. The picture also had your name written in Japanese down one side." My cheeks gained warmth as I went on, "I just had to find out more about that strange green man in the picture, so I did some reading to learn a little about you. Then I checked my listings and turned my TV on at the appropriate time...and there you were. You and Goku were just taking off your weighted gear to fight Radditz." I dropped my tone a few octaves and did my best imitation of Piccolo's deep, breathy voice, "'What am I, your tailor?'"
Long moments of silence settled. Piccolo digested what I'd told him...he didn't say anything until I did my pathetic little impression. He laughed at it, a soft, rich sound. I could tell by the way it was muffled that he'd been laughing with his mouth closed. "You're one strange person, kid. But in a good way." He inhaled noisily, "What do you see in me anyway?"
The question was so unexpected that I nearly fell off the bed. I choked on my own spit and coughed, and almost jerked my eyes open to stare incredulously at him. The sting stopped me. "Did...did I just hear you right?"
"You did," Piccolo replied, sounding very serious. His eyes were probably staring right at my face. I must've looked so dorky, trying to create a surprised expression with my eyes shut.
I thought for a long time. Chose my words carefully, though it would be tough to explain. "Well...the first thing I fell for was your face. You looked so unique next to everyone else. Then I saw what you did for Gohan, I read more about you and the feelings got deeper. I went crazy over your personality and the way you talked. And look at how you've changed over the years. You used to be so hateful and now...now you care about others." I blushed even more, "Everything about you is just....so wonderful. The more I've become familiar with you, the more I realize you're like me, or vice versa. So far you're the only person I know that seems to understand me."
"Life's funny that way, isn't it?" Piccolo commented dryly. He shifted his weight and continued, "Try opening your eyes now and let me see how they look."
How odd! While Piccolo and I were talking, the pain slipped away. At least when I kept my eyes shut. I swallowed hard and lifted my eyelids, expecting knives to stab my skull. There was only a faint sting. Piccolo's blurry face slowly came into crystal clear focus. He was a lot closer than I thought.
Piccolo tipped my chin up and tilted his head for a better view. He curled his lips into a mild smirk. "Look up so I can see the whites of your eyes better - okay. Still a little on the red side, but that'll heal on its own. You're lucky, kid. Another ten minutes in that and you might've been in worse shape. Never open your eyes wide to try and see through smoke."
"Sure, sure." I wiped some goop off my cheek grinned. "Hey! How come you're not the one all beat up on MY birthday?"
"Maybe because you wasted your chance two months ago?" He nudged me so hard I almost rolled off the mattress.
"That's it!" I pounced on Piccolo and dug my fingers into his ribs. I was attached to him pretty good this time, he couldn't push me off as easily. "I sentence thee to tickle torture until you say 'Cyndi rules the universe!'"
Piccolo's eyes opened wide and I heard him make a hilarious little squeaking noise. He looked ready to kill me, just like the first time I attacked him like this. He grabbed at my wrists and kicked his legs. But I'd positioned myself just right - he couldn't kick or toss me off no matter how much he struggled. All he managed was to squirm helplessly, trying with all his might to retain a straight face.
Finally his face twisted into a look of flush-faced mirth. He broke into a huge grin that showed off his sharp fangs. "Stop! Get...off...me! Get...off...MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He succumbed to uncontrollable laughter. No quiet rumble this time, he exploded!
I did it! I made Piccolo crack up!
I kept tickling his ribs between giggles. "Say 'Cyndi rules the universe' and I'll stop! Come on now! Say it!"
Piccolo gasped, "Never! Mmmph!" He tried so hard to keep his voice steady, but wound up snorting really loud instead. It sounded like a fart. That made me laugh harder. Piccolo took the opportunity to wrap his legs around my shoulders and pull me backwards. My feet went straight up in the air. He pinned my legs against his body and dragged his fingers torturously slow over the soles of my feet.
I was barefoot. I have very ticklish feet. Piccolo had my legs perfectly immobile and my upper body pinned down. Helpless, I was helpless!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and squirmed around. All I could do was beat on his legs - as if THAT would do any good! The torture continued. "NOOOOOOOOO WAAAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR!!! AHAHAHAHAAA!!"
The Namek just grinned menacingly down at me, "You started it." He tickled me some more. One foot. The other. Then both. No mercy at all! "Had enough yet?"
"Yes!" I shrieked, just so he'd let go. As soon as he did, I snagged a fluffy pillow from under the blankets and smacked Piccolo's face with it. "I lied! Come get me, you overgrown green bean!" I laughed and jumped off the bed, running for my life into the Anime half of the room to find a hiding place.
"Is that a challenge?!" Piccolo shouted at my back.
"You bet your ass it is!"
Now where to hide? I chose a high place - the roof of the living area. Piccolo wouldn't find me there!
BONK!
A pillow hit me so hard I fell on my face. Piccolo snickered behind me, "You can't hide from me until you learn to suppress your ki signature, kid. You're too predictable. Nice try, though."
"Grrr..." I lunged right off the floor and nailed him in the face again. He retorted with another swipe to the head. Back down I went. This guy doesn't play nice, does he? "This reminds me of our last pillow fight here...heheh...remember?"
"Yeah." Piccolo smirked. "I remember - "
I jumped up and pointed frantically at the air behind him, "OH MY GOD!! WHAT'S THAT?!"
"Huh?" He fell for it! I nailed him HARD and leapfrogged over his prostrate form. I was back in my half of the room and hiding under the bed before Piccolo even knew what hit him. He'll never fit under here with me!
That's the one thing I love about being small - the ability to hide in weird places. Beds weren't made to hide seven-foot-tall green men.
Several moments went by. I watched Piccolo's big brown-shoed feet walk silently into the living area. He was in the wrong side of the room to begin with. Probably trying to sense my presence. Ha! Without the necklace, my human ki is pretty weak. I doubt Piccolo would feel me out.
I suppressed a snicker. The slipper-shoes walked over and stopped, heels facing the bed I was hiding under. Just inches from my face. I heard Piccolo muttering under his breath.
Now to spring my surprise!
"Hah!" I wrapped my arms around Piccolo's ankles, effectively startling him. I swear, that surprised grunting noise he makes is too funny. "Gotcha!"
"Oof!" Piccolo wiggled his ankles, but I just held on tighter. He bent down and glared daggers at me, "Hey!"
"I have you now!"
The green man smirked, "Is that so?"
Before I could say anything, I felt the ground slipping beneath me. I was being dragged forward and...up?!
Piccolo easily left the ground with me dangling off his ankles. Letting go wasn't an option, we were hovering near the ceiling at least twenty feet up! Piccolo then proceeded use his long legs like a catapult to flip me forward so I was laying across them. I ended up hugging his limbs like a tree branch so I wouldn't fall and break my neck.
"Must I remind you that I never back down from a challenge?" Piccolo mocked. I looked up in time to see he still had his pillow. He grinned at me, held the pillow above his head with both hands and brought it down right on my cranium.
BOOF!!
The pillow exploded. Feathers went flying and fluttered down in a shower of white.
Piccolo just lost his "weapon". But I still had mine. Somehow I managed to hang onto it during my surprise ascent.
I clutched the feather and cloth object tighter in my fingers. "Nice hit. But guess what? I still have my pillow! Hiiiiiiyaaaaaah!" I swung the pillow left and right, smacking him on both cheeks. Then I smashed it down on top of his head.
BOOF!!
More feathers went flying, but most landed on Piccolo. Some clung to his upper lip and chin - which made me burst out laughing. He looked like a green Santa!
"You do realize..." The feathers wiggled when Piccolo's lips moved, "...that this was entirely pointless." Then he chuckled, his granite eyes shining. He picked the wispy white objects off his face. "I don't know why I let you sucker me into such foolishness."
"Maybe it's because you really want to have fun and you know I won't think you're acting weird for it?"
Piccolo shook his head, shrugging. "Maybe your crazy attitude is rubbing off on me."
That made me laugh, "I'm the only person that seems capable of making you goof off. It's just more fun when I succeed because you're always so serious all the time. Hehe!"
"Whatever. I think you missed a dose of your medicine."
I checked my watch. "Oh God, you're right! No wonder I'm so overly hyper! Let's get down so I can take my pill and chill out. Otherwise I'll get angry over something stupid and really make an ass of myself."
He mumbled, "As if you haven't already."
"Meh!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
Piccolo wrinkled his nose and muttered something else about childish silliness. He bent over, grabbed me under the armpits and quickly descended back to the floor. We touched down gently amidst a sheet of swirling feathers. Ah, if I was a guy it probably would've made a great picture for a yaoi doujinshi cover.
Piccolo didn't let me go right after landing, which was odd. He shifted a hand up to the back of my head and pressed my forehead softly against his stomach. I felt his long fingers trail down the length of my hair. Some strands came free of his grasp and fell into place over my back. He did this several times, picking my hair up and letting it fall. It amazed me that a hand capable of severing limbs could be so gentle. I turned my head a little so my cheek touched his stomach and looked the long way up at his face. Piccolo's face held an expression as serene as when he slept. His eyes stared ahead, faraway, making me wonder what he was thinking. He looked so youthful, ageless and...happy.
With a characteristic abruptness, Piccolo stepped back and said, "I'm going to train a bit in the void. Join me if you feel up to it. Otherwise, I'll be back in a few hours." He offered no explanation for his action, nor did I ask for one.
"Okay." I missed his touch already. "Hey! Who's gonna clean up all these feathers, huh?"
Piccolo smirked and lifted a finger. A huge breeze blasted through the living area, blowing the soft white objects out into the void. "Better?"
"Coooooooool!" I applauded him.
The tall Namek released a sigh and slipped past me without another word. His cape brushed my face when he went by, still carrying that scent of desert dust and salt.
Yeah, you go do your dance, sexy man. I thought with a grin.
I heard that. Piccolo looked over his shoulder and raised an eyeridge at me.
I lifted my eyebrow back at him, blushing profusely. "Bah! Get outta my head, Piccolo!"
"You're the one that spoke
to mine, kid. You forget that I can hear it if you think in words."
He shook his head, snickered at my red face and continued on his way.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the Anime side of the room, my tail twisting behind me. Staring dejectedly at my uncontrollable Saiyajin hair. Fate wasn't kind to me, I didn't have a cool, punkish hairdo like Radditz. No awesome spikes trailing down my back. I looked like Yajirobe's long lost sister. My hair looked EXACTLY like his, but longer with a few strands framing my narrow face.
Oh well, at least it stayed brown. I still looked like me, just with a tail, black eyes and a scroungy 'do.
Saiyajin hair is very coarse and wiry. Completely opposite to the softness of a human's. Each strand hangs in whatever direction the follicle points. For Vegeta, the follicles point straight up, hence his flaming hairdo. In my case, they went everywhere, thus the wild 'do. Its weight is the only reason it still hung down to my knees. Good thing I'm used to the weight of long hair or I'd go nuts. This hair would probably weigh a ton to me if I was human, though, since my Real hair isn't super thick.
"Aye, yi, yi."
Piccolo's image appeared in the mirror. His voice rumbled softly, reverberating through the room, "Something wrong?"
"This hair!" I grabbed a handful and turned around to face him, "I look like Yajirobe's skinny twin sister! Why couldn't I get a cool hairstyle like Radditz or Gohan? I look so ugly like this!" I faced the mirror again, snagged a black scrunchie and tied my wild locks into a ponytail. That seemed a little better. Nothing could be done for my bangs, they'd just have to stick up in weird directions.
The Namek leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. He seemed amused by my outburst. "I don't think it looks that bad on you. It could've been worse."
"How would you know? You don't even have hair!" I snarled and threw the hairbrush at his head. He caught it easily and tossed it back. I snatched the brush from the air, dropping it on the countertop.
"Well..." Piccolo smirked, tipping his head, "You certainly have a Saiyajin temper. Even in your human form."
Turning back to the mirror, I huffed. "Hmph."
At least I chose a fashionable T-shirt to match this form. The shirt is plain white with I'm 51% sweetheart and 49% bitch, don't push it! written in bright red letters across the front. No bra, of course, I loathe them and avoid wearing one if I can get away with it. Why wear a bra if I don't have boobs anyway?
Piccolo lifted an eyeridge. He came over behind me and studied my reflection. "I still don't understand why you females are so obsessed with appearances. A lot of the women I've seen change their hair color and style every year. Others place jewelry in places it doesn't belong, some color their nails and still more wear revealing clothes. Why all the fuss?"
I laughed, unable to avoid it. Sometimes he can sound so innocent! "Well, I guess women just like to look pretty so they can catch a man's eye. It's all about a perfect complexion, a curvy figure and nice hair...wait. Let me show you something."
I dashed from the bathroom, grabbed a magazine from my backpack and ran back. Right on the cover was a picture of Lara Croft wearing a black bikini and holding her twin pistols. "This is the ideal beauty. Big breasts and a flat stomach. Long legs. Big hips. She's a video game character that runs through tombs and solves puzzles. She does some fighting too."
Slowly, Piccolo took the magazine from my grasp and examined the cover. Then he smirked, shaking his head. "It doesn't look very natural."
"I know, but that's what most men find attractive and what women want to look like. If it's not Lara, it's Pamela Anderson, Britney Spears or Jay-Lo...all of which are celebrities that I'm not fond of." Turning around, I examined my reflection in the mirror for the millionth time. "Now YOU, on the other hand," I giggled, "....heheh...you have a perfectly appealing body. Defined muscles, sharp features...men would kill to have your body. All the girls who love you in my world go crazy when your shirt gets torn and we can see your stomach and chest. Heh, just taking off your cape and turban so we can see your pecs makes some of us crazy. Me included."
Piccolo's cheeks took on a faint purple hue. He rumbled wordlessly, cleared his throat and dropped the magazine on the countertop. "Well...looks aren't everything, you know. But if you're that concerned, let's just say I don't see anything wrong with your appearance."
My cheeks flushed bright red. I linked my fingers together shyly and stared down at the counter, "So you're saying you think I'm pretty?"
"Yeah, I guess so," He stated simply without showing a smile or sneer. But I knew he would never lie. Only Piccolo could get away with a statement like that and keep a straight face.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to cry. To hear the person I adore saying he thought I was pretty did wonders for my self-esteem. If Piccolo thinks I'm attractive...then maybe I really am.
I applied some fire engine red lipstick and climbed onto the countertop. Planted a big smooch on Piccolo's cheek, leaving a nice red lip-smack. "Thanks, big guy, hearing that from you meant a lot to me."
"Heh, sure." Piccolo spied his reflection and the little mark I left behind. He swiped it with the back of his hand - and smeared it. He growled comically at it. A lot of rubbing finally removed the stain. "Okay, enough of this mushy stuff! Time to train again. It's only going to get tougher from here on out."
The Saiyajin instinct kicked in. This was a challenge. I lived for being challenged!
"Let's do it! If Void interrupts us this time...heh...I'll make her wish she was never born."
A hand smacked the back of my head. I fell over with spirals for eyes. Piccolo loomed over me with his arms crossed, frowning. "Quit being so cocky! Just get out into the void."
I got up and rubbed my head, "Party pooper."
"Feh." Turning from me, Piccolo made a beeline for the white void.