I looked up a dictionary on Australian slang(strine) and phrases...so I hope Freeza's new accent sounds right. ^_^
These Dreams
Part Twelve
I put a hand up to block out the sun. No way, I'm dreaming! That can't be -
The glare went away, revealing a very petite shape with a thick tail, an armored head and two sideways-facing horns.
"Freeza? Oh my God, is that you?!"
Freeza hopped off the planter he was standing on and came towards me. I noticed he was wearing tight black corduroy shorts and a dark red boomerang jacket with the collar partially zipped. His clothes looked a little big. I guess the transformation from his human form to Icejin required a bit of shrinkage, since his fourth form is taller than his first. In his first form he's really tiny, probably four and a half feet tall - his head barely reached my chin!
"Who else would I be?" Freeza chuckled. "Piccolo gave me the drum on what's goin' on around 'ere, so I just thought I'd lob in and join the action. Don't 'ave anythin' better to do any'ow." He sounded so different with his Aussie accent! I guess living there for so long really rubbed off on him. Now he pronounced his words just like Zarbon or Jeice, but I won't tell him that!
"But...how did you get back to your original form? It took me several trips between Realities to fully change!"
Shrugging, Freeza shook his horned head. "Piccolo told me where to meet 'im and popped up wearin' one of the necklaces. 'e dragged me 'ere, and the next thing I knew..." He gestured down at himself, looking just as confused as I felt. "I guess Void is muckin' around with the fine line between dimensions. I 'aven't slept well for over a month, she keeps showin' up in my nightmares. She just won't rack off. I'm worried she'll go after Cathy and Lexy next."
I bristled angrily, "No she won't! I'll kick her ass before she hurts anyone else!"
"Don't chuck a wobbly, it won't 'elp matters," snapped Freeza. His naturally chilling, black-lipped smile returned a moment later. He patted my arm and pointed over my shoulder at Piccolo. "C'mon, I think Piccolo's finished with 'is meditation."
"Oh?" I glanced over my shoulder and...sure enough...the handsome Namek was walking towards us, his eyes squinting in the bright sunlight.
Piccolo stopped right beside me, crossed his arms and tilted his head. "So, did you find out everything you needed from Vegeta?"
"Yeah, I also told him everything about the fight with Void, too. He wants in. I told him I might come back with you to formulate a plan." I looked over at Freeza and smiled. "You're coming with us, 'kay? The four of us as a team would make Void piss herself...I mean, she can't be stronger than all of us, can she?"
Freeza held his chin between fore-finger and thumb, thinking. I noticed he wore a thick gold wedding band on his delicate ring finger. "Are you sure that piker isn't gonna spit the dummy when I show up?"
Piccolo and I both raised a brow. I know Australian people have some strange phrases, but this one had both of us stumped. I looked at Piccolo, Piccolo looked at me, then both of us shrugged.
"Excuse me?" the Namek asked.
Freeza blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh, sorry. I'm so used to the way they speak Down Under that I kinda...forget that not everyone understands. Anyhow mate, Vegeta won't get mad, will 'e?"
"I told him everything we went through, Freeza." I broke in before Piccolo could say anything. My tail twitched behind me, still seeming to have a life of it's own. Maybe I should give it a name or something. "He might be uncomfortable, but I don't think he'll just flat out attack you on sight. I'll kick him in the nads if he tries." I soured, "Of course, he also said he didn't want anyone bothering him before five and it's..." I checked my watch, "Oh wait...it's almost five now. If we all leave now we'll get there long after Vegeta's awake and alert."
Obviously eager to get going, Freeza headed for the Lookout's edge. He swished his thick, armored tail and looked over his shoulder at us. "Well then, let's buzz off a'ready..."
"Freeza...you sound a little like Simon Cowell with a high voice. I swear...hehe!"
"Whozzat'?"
"Oh...I forgot. You don't watch American Idol. Nevermind," I laughed some and glanced back at Piccolo, who stood watching Freeza and I thoughtfully. "Hey big guy, let's go before all my bravado disappears. If you have something on your mind, we can talk about it on the way there."
"Mm." Piccolo rumbled silently, his stone-faced expression remaining unchanged. Void probably came into his meditation and said something he didn't like. I know Piccolo too well now and can tell when his mind is churning. He tightened his lips a little, "Let's just go."
I'm still not insane enough to jump. I levitated first and THEN dove, so I had to play catch-up with Freeza and Piccolo once I got myself in order. Trying with all my might to NOT look straight down at the ground below. "I don't see how you guys don't throw up every time you dive off!"
Piccolo twisted his head around to peer at me. The cloth surrounding his neck fluttered against his green skin. Half his mouth quirked upwards, "It's a habit. Don't worry, kid, you take off just fine."
"We've been at this all our lives." Freeza added, drifting closer to Piccolo and I. He zipped his jacket-collar up so it would stop flapping against his frail neck, smirked and went on, "Just do it the way you're comfortable and try more as you gain experience. No worries, 'luv."
"Heh, yeah." I turned my head this way and that, trying to keep the wind from blowing my hair in my face. No such luck. I grumbled to myself about how I should've used a scrunchie to tie it back. "Hey, Freeza...humor me. Did you go visit Steve Irwin's Zoo?"
Freeza broke into a huge grin and chuckled, his red eyes gleaming, "I sure did! I even 'ave Steve's autograph mounted on my wall back 'ome."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. Fair dinkum."
"And who is this Steve Irwin?" Piccolo interrupted.
"The Crocodile Hunter!" Freeza and I shouted at the same time. Then we caught each others' eye and cracked up laughing.
Piccolo just gave us a baffled look and rolled his dark eyes. "Both of you watch too much television in your free time. I swear it rots your brain like candy rots your teeth."
"Hey, YOU were watching TV during the Cell saga!" I grinned.
"That was different!"
"Suuuuuuuuuuuuure it was..."
Freeza drifted around a cloud, reappearing moments later. "Relax, she's just givin' you the razz." He dropped his toothy smile as Capsule Corporation's yellow domes came into view. I could tell he wasn't overly comfortable with facing Vegeta again after all these years.
"Oh boy...I hate landing. I almost always fall."
"Try going down in a standing position. Nice and slow." Piccolo advised me gently, "You'll get better, don't worry." As if to demonstrate, he straightened his body, spilled energy and touched down like a feather.
"Well, here goes." I bit my lip and gradually slowed the flow of energy from my center. Adjusted myself into a "standing position". Still too fast! My feet touched down unevenly, I wound up stumbling forward until I crashed face-first into Piccolo's strong abs. I grabbed on automatically to avoid falling on my face. "OOF! Ow...Piccolo, you definitely have abs of steel."
"Feh." He caught and steadied me by grabbing my shoulders, "Try straightening out before you actually descend next time. You still come in way too fast, it's throwing off your balance."
Freeza landed with a soft plop near us. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and examined the tall dome-shaped buildings. "It 'asn't changed much since I was last 'ere." His accent was really growing on me. He sounded so cute!
"Nope, I guess not. Hey Piccolo, you do the honors this time."
Piccolo tightened his jaw, "Hmph. Fine." He approached the loudspeaker by the door and pushed the button like he wanted to kill it. "Get out here, Vegeta!" Wow, that was forward.
Freeza just shook his armored head without saying anything. Poor guy, he still looked nervous. He reached for his zipper and yanked it down, then pulled his boomerang jacket over his head. All he wore underneath was a black T-shirt with a white logo for some surfing company on the back. He tied the jacket around his waist and crossed his arms.
Then Vegeta's voice blasted through the speaker, startling everyone. "All right! All right! Just a minute, you impatient peons!"
I fell over backwards with my feet in the air. Damn, he's so loud! Freeza helped me up, looking pretty frazzled himself. Piccolo simply waited by the speaker, arms crossed and face stoic as usual. Any impatience he felt didn't show in his eyes or expression. Good grief, that Namek's gorgeous face is going to fall off someday if he keeps tightening it so much! Get the glue!
Suddenly the door flew open and Vegeta poked his head out. He was soaked and wore nothing but a towel around his waist. "I KNEW I should've said six. Blast you! Wait in the living room." He barked the words out like orders and shoved the door open.
"Well excuuuuuuuuse me. You said five." I muttered as I pushed past the rude Saiyajin.
After everyone was inside, Vegeta started walking away. Get this: he took his towel off and started drying his head while still in plain view! I saw EVERYTHING! Every freaking muscle, curve and what-not. I did an involuntary double-take when I saw "Little Vegeta" swinging from side to side like a limp noodle.
Good grief, Vegeta has NO SHAME does he?!
Unaware of the peep show he just gave me, Vegeta shoved past and his tight ass disappeared down the hallway.
My entire face turned bright red. I covered up my mouth and burst out giggling, a massive sweatdrop forming over my head. Pretty soon I was in complete hysterics. Both Freeza and Piccolo gave me identical odd looks, their mouths shaped in perfect O's. They could care less about seeing a naked guy...I guess they'll never understand, will they?
Freeza edged over and snapped his tapered fingers near my face. I just kept laughing. He looked over at Piccolo and said, "She's gone around the bend a'right..."
Piccolo shook his head, but he smiled. "Females are impossible."
"I HEARD THAT!"
Both facevaulted.
Freeza, Vegeta, Piccolo and I all sat together in the living room. Everyone except for Piccolo munched on a delicious breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast. Or rather....Vegeta and I tore our food apart while Freeza took delicate little bites and took his time chewing everything. Piccolo watched all of us in disgust, though most of those looks went to me and Vegeta as we gorged ourselves.
Me and Freeza were both squished together on the recliner, sharing a TV tray. Piccolo was sitting cross-legged on the floor and Vegeta reigned over the couch with his plates balanced perfectly in his lap.
Breakfast was...well...entertaining.
Clank. Crunch!
"Mmmm-mmm!"
"Are you gonna finish that?"
"Not y- "
"Cool!"
CLINK!
"'ey!"
"Nyahaha!"
SLUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
"...Disgusting! This is why I'm glad I don't eat."
"Sorry - "
CHOMP!
" - hey! My egg!"
"Heh, heh. Careful 'luv, you'll smear your lippy."
"Pfft! I'm not wearing any right now!"
"Will you fools just shut up so I can eat in peace!?"
"...party pooper."
That ended the food-stealing and general goofing around. Everyone who was eating sullenly and QUIETLY resumed their meals.
I can't believe how much I ate there. Four plates of pancakes! Six helpings of bacon and eggs! Three pieces of toast! Oink, oink!
I got stuffed before Vegeta, but after Freeza. "Wooooooo that hit the spot!" I said, leaning back with both hands on my bloated stomach. Being full also helped chase away the constant morning goosebumps. Maybe I ate a little too much...I started feeling sleepy, and could barely move without feeling my whole stomach shift. Might as well have swallowed a boulder.
"I think I'll 'ave a cuppa coffee." Freeza told Mrs. Briefs when she came through to pick up the used plates.
"Sure, dear!" She pinched Freeza's pale pink cheek between two manicured fingers and wiggled it back and forth, "You're such a little cutie, aren't you? Someone should cast you in porcelain and mount you on my dresser!"
Freeza scrunched his face up, blushing massively. His seemingly painted lips did a weird sideways contortion. A small sweatdrop dripped off the side of his horned head. He peered up at the woman with one eye a little larger than the other. "Er...'kyou. The coffee, please? I'll take cream and a pincha' sugar."
"Of course!"
Seconds later, he was sitting back with one leg crossed over the other(his little feet didn't even touch the floor), and his tail draped across the back of the recliner, sipping neglectfully from a white mug. Freeza drinking coffee, I never thought I'd see it!
I watched Freeza sip away and wrinkled my nose, "Coffee....yuck! I've tried it and...ew, it smells better than it tastes! Wine I like, but not coffee."
"Well, you 'quire a taste for it, I s'ppose."
My nose wrinkled almost as fiercely as Piccolo's. "Not me, not ever. I'm hyperactive anyway, so stimulants actually slow me down. Of course, later on I wind up acting like Beavis when he turns into Cornholio...but the immediate effect is the same as my medicine. Which is also why I take the darn pill three times a day. So you won't see me running around asking people to give me T.P. for my bunghole."
That set him off laughing. "Do you even know whatta' bung'ole is?"
"A butthole?"
Freeza was beside himself. "Down Under...it means your pie'ole. Your mouth!"
"Oh...BWA HA HA!"
The Great Self-Imposed Emperor Vegeta finally finished his meal. He clanked his plates rudely together to get our attention. "Enough of this nonsense! Let's get down to business. The less time I have to be in the room with THAT," he pointed an accusing finger at Freeza, "the better I'll feel."
I jumped off the chair and lunged at the arrogant Saiyajin. "Everything that happened to you wasn't his doing and you know it, Vegeta! So just shut up!"
"Want to make me?"
"GRRR!" My power surged almost on its own accord. It created a breeze that blew magazines and loose papers around the room.
Vegeta just grinned mockingly at me. He knew exactly how to set me off. "What a pathetic display! I should - "
"Both of you shut up NOW!" Piccolo's baritone growl cut in. His imposing green form stepped between us, cutting off any direct paths of attack.
"Quit actin' so cranky," Freeza slipped off the couch and settled a small hand on my shoulder. He frowned, but kept his anger in check. "'sokay, don't worry 'bout it. What 'e says doesn't bother me. I know the truth. Can't blame 'im if 'e won't accept it."
"Okay...I'm stopping." An apology burned in my throat. I didn't voice it.
Being held back didn't didn't make me want to bash Vegeta's face in any less, but it settled me down. Sometimes I really hate having such a quick temper! Cooling off is not something I can do right away. I was still fuming when I let go of my energy. The papers flying around the room abruptly fluttered downwards and landed wherever they happened to fall.
"Now..." Piccolo stepped aside and settled in the lotus position near me. Probably making sure I wouldn't lunge as soon as he moved. He gazed up at me with smoldering, slightly softer eyes that melted the anger from my heart. "Cyndi," he began softly, "you said you had something you wanted to say on this whole matter. We're all listening, so say it."
Vegeta planted himself on the hassock near the couch this time, his hands folded between his knees. Freeza took a seat in the recliner again. Piccolo remained as he was. Suddenly three pairs of eyes were focused right on me.
I knew exactly what I wanted to say and my mind drew a complete blank! I never speak well under pressure! To make matters worse, my stomach decided to start acting crampy.
Say something, stupid!
"Um, ah...well okay, it's like this..." I focused on my fingers, all of which sported a ring. The mood rings on my thumbs faded from deep blue to purple. "Void seems impossibly strong every time we face her. All of us have seen her at least once or twice in our dreams, some of us more. Piccolo and I have been doing a lot of training and...well you know...I had plenty of spare time to think about this - "
"Get to the point!"
"Let her talk, Vegeta." Piccolo cut him off.
I rubbed the back of my neck. "I mean, there are several levels of unconsciousness. It's like..." I looked around, something visual might help me explain better. The ruler on the table might do. I snatched it and held it up. Pointing to the top, I continued, "Suppose the top end of the ruler is awake and the bottom end is death." My finger moved down to the one inch mark, "This is sleep. Dreaming is a little higher, probably at the half-inch mark. Anyway...I think Void is existing down at the bottom," My finger slid to the shiny silver eleven. "This is the deepest possible state of unconsciousness you can be in without dying."
They all looked pretty perplexed. Brows knit, lips twitched and skepticism weighed heavily.
"Okay...that isn't working, let's try something else." Looking around some more, I spotted Bulma's fishtank set up in the corner. One white and one black fish cruised lazily around in the clear blueness. I rushed over to it and began pointing. "The bottom of this tank is the lowest possible level of consciousness...any lower and you die." I used the little green net to scoop the black fish near the glass where everyone could see it. "This fish is Void hanging out down here. You follow me?"
Three heads nodded. I heard a slurp as Freeza sipped his coffee.
"Right. Well...dreams and meditation are up here on the surface." I grabbed some flaky fish-food and sprinkled it into the tank. The black and orange flakes drifted around on the surface. "We're the fish-food. So, you know, we just flop around helplessly on the surface." While I spoke the black fish darted up, gorged itself and swam back to the bottom. The white one helped itself a moment later. "I mean, see how easily that fish got to the food? No resistance at all! So um...if we want to fight Void..." I worked a paper clip off some nearby blueprints and crammed some fish-food flakes between the prongs. Then I dropped the paper clip into the fishtank. It sank immediately to the bottom, scaring the black fish away. "...We have to meet on HER level." I faced the group again. "The reason she keeps swatting us away is because most of our strength stays here in the conscious world with our physical body. If we, you know, want a chance against her, we gotta be as close to physical death as possible without actually dying."
Vegeta leaned back and rubbed his chin between fore-finger and thumb. Quite a lot for him to digest. Freeza showed no outward signs of thought except for faraway eyes. Piccolo appeared very pleased with me.
"And the dream catcher?" Piccolo questioned, "What's the connection there?"
"Simple, really...dream catchers keep evil dreams away. Void is evil and she's in our dreams, so it burns her when she touches it."
This time it was Freeza who spoke up. Very soft and polite, "Maybe it won't matter once we find a way down to 'er level. Like per'aps she won't 'tack you if you own one."
"No, she came after me and Piccolo even though we have a dream catcher. Although she DID run when I let her see I had it after using it to burn her foot..."
"Think about it for a moment, will you?" Vegeta snarled his impatience at me, standing up. "Maybe its effects strengthen as you delve deeper into unconsciousness. You were probably deep in meditation and didn't realize it, so this dream catcher inflicted more pain than she expected."
Suddenly everyone's attention sprang to Vegeta. He stood there with his back straight and his arms crossed, lips quirked into a sly smirk. The same evil expression he wears whenever he's up to something.
Vegeta stood up, cracked his knuckles and walked to the door. "Well, I'll let you losers digest that for awhile. I'm going to the gravity room."
"'ey!" Freeza glared, "You can't just bail out!"
"Watch me!" The door banged shut.
"Of all the bloody bastards..." the petite alien shook his head. "That bloke 'asn't changed one bit since I last saw 'im. Still up 'imself like a flag on a pole."
"Eh, once an ass, always
an ass." My stomach did a quadruple loop. Abdominal cramps practically
doubled me over on the spot. I felt hot and sweaty all over. Then I got
goosebumps. I passed an S.B.D. potent enough to kill a forest. A lot of
pressure built up in my rear end, and it wasn't gas. "Uh oh...something
isn't agreeing with me. Excuse me!" I made a mad dash for the bathroom
before anyone knew I farted and exploded in the toilet. I've had food go
through me before, but this is ridiculous! At least it waited until I finished
explaining my thoughts to the guys.
I'd been crapping my brains out for almost half an hour when someone knocked on the door. I groaned, whoever wanted to peek in was going to fall over from the smell.
"Who's there?"
"Me." Piccolo's baritone rasp answered. "Mind if I come in?"
"Shut the door if you do. It stinks in here and I don't want anyone else dropping dead. Maybe you're immune since you're already green."
"Hmph." The door squeaked open and clicked shut. Piccolo didn't seem to notice the smell, or just didn't show it. "Are you okay, kid?"
Did he come all the way in here just to ask me that?
"I think it's the ham I ate in the Time Chamber the night before we came out...I left it sitting out too long. Probably just a touch of food-poisoning. I'll be okay in a day or so. Until then..." Splurt! "...I'm going to be pretty miserable."
The Namek wrinkled his nose at my bodily noises. I figured he was again glad he didn't eat...no food-poisoning. "I didn't come in here to count plopping noises with you. I just wanted to say I'm proud of you. I knew about what you explained all along and wondered if you'd figure it out. I didn't think you would, and you did."
My cheeks heated up. I cleaned up with a few huge bits of T.P., flushed the toilet and adjusted my clothes again. "You came all the way in here just to say that?"
Piccolo let me lean on him. He helped me into the living room. Freeza was in the kitchen helping Mrs. Briefs wash all the dishes, so we were pretty much alone. Piccolo didn't speak again until I was comfortable on the couch. "Yeah, I guess so. You amaze me sometimes, Cyndi. You act like you don't give a damn, or don't have a clue, and then..." He flashed a quick smile and snapped his fingers, "you turn around and show us all up. You'd do it so much more often if you didn't hold yourself back."
I felt like squirming between the cushions. "Well sometimes I'm afraid I'll sound stupid. I don't have the greatest speaking skills in the world. It'd be a lot easier if everyone could read my mind."
I can, remember?
"Shaddup! I..." Suddenly my entire stomach clenched. "...am going to throw up!" I sprinted for the bathroom. Entire digestive rejection...yucky.
There was just one problem.
Vegeta came back inside while I was crapping. He'd just changed clothes and was exiting his bedroom when me saw me making my dash. Being the ass he is, the Saiyajin prince stepped in my path.
"Why the hurry, Twiggy?"
I covered my mouth with both hands. I was retching like a cat about to spit up a hairball. "MOVE!!"
"Or what?"
No stopping it now. My windpipe choked off. Intense spasms squeezed me from within. Everything still in my stomach violently ejected itself. Twice. Three times. FOUR times! No chance to breathe, make a sound or move. Movie puking is so fake, you can't make noise when you're blowing chunks.
Vegeta now wore my breakfast along with his other clothes. He stared at me with eyes like dinner plates. Strings of yellow, half-digested eggs and green snot-like bile dripped down his face in sticky strings.
"Oh my....DISGUSTING! Get away from me, you sick creature! ARGH!" He shoved me into the bathroom. His footsteps pounded back into the bedroom and the shower in the master bathroom started up full-blast.
A little late, I had nothing left. I washed my face and mouth out and staggered back into the living room. Making sure to step OVER the sticky goo on the floor. I felt kind of bad for it, but it's Vegeta's fault for not moving!
"Nasty...looks like you've caught a little wog there, 'luv. C'mere."
"What gave you the first clue?" I stumbled to Freeza with both hands on my aching stomach. I wouldn't be eating anything solid for the next day...there goes some of the weight I worked so hard to put on. "And what's a 'wog'?"
"Aussie speak for a flu bug or somethin' similar." Freeza half-dragged me to the couch and plopped me down. His tiny hands were cold, I can't remember them ever being warm. Probably because he's a reptile and cold-blooded. "Since you won't be bailin' for awhile, Piccolo 'eaded to the mall. Said 'e was goin' to get dream catchers for all of us. Somehow I can't quite picture 'im getting a warm welcome."
"Not like you'd do any better...Vegeta is out of the question. Dammit, stupid ham! I should've known it was spoiling!"
"I 'aven't seen anyone puke like that before." Freeza's chilling grin split his pale face, "Serves Vegeta right, I s'ppose."
"He's such an asshole!"
"The bloke 'as 'is reasons."
"Still!"
"Shhh." Freeza patted my arm and touched my forehead, searching for a fever. He wouldn't find one. "You'll make yourself sick again."
Mumbling angrily under my breath, I relaxed with my head on the couch's arm. Not the greatest pillow in the world, but better than my own arm. "You sound so different with that accent, you know? You could fool someone into thinking you were born in Australia or something."
"Heh, heh...I'm sure I'll could easily go back to yabberin' the old way if I wanted to. But I don't really 'ave a reason. Most people thought my Icejin accent was strange, they thought I was a Pom!"
"...Pom?"
"British. English."
"Ohhh...heheh, yeah, you did sound very British."
Freeza plopped himself down with his back against the couch, yawning and stretching. "If you say so, 'luv."
I thought of something and laughed. "Good God, if Vegeta was Australian, he'd be calling Bulma 'Sheila' all the time. 'Sheila, bring me a drying cloth!'"
He snickered with his finger up near his nose. I grabbed his hand and pulled it closer to examine his wedding band. "I love rings. As if you didn't notice earlier." The gold band had Cathy's name engraved along the entire outside. He must polish it every day to keep it so nice and shiny. Same goes for his head.
"It was a great weddin', too! Everybody got pissed...er...drunk. Even Cathy and I. We barely found our weddin' suite and never did anything 'xcept sleep. Pretty 'ilarious." Freeza glanced around a bit and grabbed the TV remote. "Well, we've got time to waste. I'm gonna see what's on the idiot box 'ere."
I shut my eyes, turned onto my back and draped an arm over my face. My stomach gurgled, but didn't do anything drastic. I heard the TV flick onto the news channel.
"...and in other news: The worldwide insomnia crisis continues. Several freeways and airways have been shut down due to severe traffic accidents. The riot in Nikki Town was finally dispelled after several law enforcers flung tear gas into the mob. Many of the people involved appeared to be under the influence of some unknown substance and complaining of seeing a black insect-creature in their dreams. A six o'clock curfew has been enforced. Anyone seen outside after this time will be arrested. More on this story at eleven."
"Shit...this isn't good!! She's breaking peoples' minds down and controlling them!"
Freeza twisted around and fixed his ruby eyes on me. His gaze didn't have the same chilling effect it used to, but I instantly knew he was pretty ticked off when lines formed around his small, black mouth. "The world is goin' mad. What're we gonna do when the people really start 'tackin' themselves?"
"It won't come to that! It can't!"
Freeza pointed to the screen where a fat bald man in a business suit was being led away by police. Dark circles surrounded the man's eyes and an insane smile twisted his bearded face. He kicked one of the cops away, laughing like a loon.
"'Luv," He faced me again, "I'm 'fraid it 'as."
I pushed myself up on one elbow. My stomach didn't like the shift very much. "If all the cities are like this...oh, God! Piccolo might be out in a mess like that! There's no telling what could happen if a huge mob gangs up on him."
"Not good..." muttered Freeza sullenly.
My stomach couldn't take anymore stress. I ran for the bathroom and hugged the toilet.