Author's note: I wanna say sorry for all the mistakes I make!!I know that
my English isn't the best,but they don't teach us anything else in
school.Like PISA said,the German education system could be much better.Yeah
right,I'm German,that's why I make so many mistakes.SORRY!!!!
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Piccolo stood behind one of the windows inside the Palace and watched Dende,who was lying outside near the Lookout,while it was raining whatever the sky had to deliver.He didn't quite understand what the younger Namek was doing out there,but it couldn't be that healthy,could it?
He heard Nail's voice in the back of his head,telling him to do anything.Nail would never stop worrying about one of his youngest brothers.But Piccolo refused him this wish,'cause he wanted to observe before doing something wrong.He had been watching Dende's strange behaviour for almost two months now and had never found the right words to begin a conversation that would help him understanding the young god.
Piccolo was worried,not as much as Nail but worried.He had grown fond of the boy during the last,almost twenty years,had learnt to care for him and to like caring for him.The teenager was a part of his family,which included the Z-fighters,their families and,of course,Mr.Popo.But Dende was special,he was a Namek,somebody like him,though being a healer.
The Namek chuckled slightly.Dende was against even the smallest kinds of violence like killing bugs or so.Nobody near him was allowed to kill something or somebody innocent,he would become very defensive,if this topic came up.Piccolo had to do his exercises,not including meditating,outside the Palace,somewhere far far away.
You would just destroy the walls,Dende had said,I beg you to practise somewhere else.
To Piccolo's surprise,the boy could be very stubborn,if he wanted to.
What's wrong with you,Dende?Why can't you tell me,what's bothering you?It can't be that bad,can it?C'mon lad,you do trust me,don't you?You've grown so much since I saw you for the first time on Namek.You were an innocent little child,so naïve but brave.You helped us fighting against Freezer by healing our wounds,you were so scared but refused to go,you almost died.Then,you became god,still a child,'t was our second meeting,wasn't it?You had so many questions about the Earth and it's people,the duties of your new job...and it was me,who answered all of them.You were such an annoying little brat,but a cute annoying little brat,I think it was Nail whose influence calmed me down back there.Now,I don't need his influence anymore,I really do care for you kid,you know that,don't you?Maybe that's why you lost your respect for me,if it's about decisions and important things.You don't need my advices anymore,you don't even wanna argue with me.You make your decision,next topic.Did I taught you to act like this?I think,I really did..damn.But it's good the way it went,for a teenager,you're a damn good god.
Piccolo's eyes narrowed as the dark green figure outside the window stood up and started walking back to the Palace's doors.He went slowly over the wet marble,his gaze was fixed on the plates.He looked depressed.The older Namek had to make a decision.Facing Dende and talking,or going back to bed?But Piccolo had already waited too long,he wanted to solve the problem,now.
He watched the lad coming closer and finally entering the Palace.His whole body was wet and his pants were soaked full of water.
"Hey Kid."
Dende seemed to freeze in his place,his muscles tensed.Why could Piccolo never sleep like ordinary people?Okay,Piccolo wasn't ordinary,he was a Namek with one very own character.
"Hey,"Dende searched for words,he couldn't lie to Piccolo,the older Namek was able to tell when he was lying,"Why don't ya sleep?'t isn't even morning yet."
Dende avoided making any eye-contact.That would just make it worse for him.Piccolo registered the tension inside the boy,was he afraid of him?
"The rain woke me up.Don't like this sound,it's bloody annoying.But what about you?Why have you been out there,"he nodded towards the Lookout,he wanted answeres.
"Just needed some fresh air,I couldn't sleep,then the rain started falling,"Oh,Dende was such a bad liar.He was too honest to do a thing like that and Piccolo knew that,so if Dende was lying,he really didn't want to answer.
"And now,you're looking like crap,better change your clothes and dry yourself,or you'll become ill within some hours,"the tone of Piccolo's voice was steady and calm,the signs for Dende not to argue,because he was able to translate,what Piccolo was actually saying,A fucking monch would look rich next ta ya,change your cloth or whatever this bloody thing on your legs is supposed to be,dry yourself and do it bloody QUICKLY!!!And don't you dare to contradict!!'In all their years,Dende had done a damn good job to work out his dictionary Piccolo-English,English-Piccolo,though he hadn't written it down..yet.
"Yeah yeah,whatever you want,"Dende muttered as he walked past Piccolo,or at least tried to,'cause suddenly he was stopped by th older Namek's grip on his arm.
Piccolo wouldn't let go of him right now,he did so not like the mood Dende was in.
"Tell me what's wrong with you,"wasn't that hard to ask,was it?
Dende was stunned,so Piccolo had seen it.Of course,he had,he was Mr. Perceptive of the Year.and the next year...and the next..
Lying?No,he couldn't,this wasn't the time and the place.
"I dunno,"well,at least,it wasn't a lie.
"What were you thinking,that made you lying in the rain?"C'mon Dende,tell me,I need to know,let me help you.
Dende swallowed.Time to tell the truth.
"I was thinking 'bout home,"and the stone crashed down from the young Namek's heart,straight to the ground.It was out,he had said it.
"..."
Piccolo didn't know what to say,he unfastened his grip and Dende walked slowly back into his room.Enough for the early morning.When the door was shut,Piccolo blinked and shook his head.
**How can I solve this?
To be continued..
Any ideas how Piccolo could solve the problem?I've got a few.Please review,it would help me a lot to hear your opinions.
Thanks for reading
X6193
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Piccolo stood behind one of the windows inside the Palace and watched Dende,who was lying outside near the Lookout,while it was raining whatever the sky had to deliver.He didn't quite understand what the younger Namek was doing out there,but it couldn't be that healthy,could it?
He heard Nail's voice in the back of his head,telling him to do anything.Nail would never stop worrying about one of his youngest brothers.But Piccolo refused him this wish,'cause he wanted to observe before doing something wrong.He had been watching Dende's strange behaviour for almost two months now and had never found the right words to begin a conversation that would help him understanding the young god.
Piccolo was worried,not as much as Nail but worried.He had grown fond of the boy during the last,almost twenty years,had learnt to care for him and to like caring for him.The teenager was a part of his family,which included the Z-fighters,their families and,of course,Mr.Popo.But Dende was special,he was a Namek,somebody like him,though being a healer.
The Namek chuckled slightly.Dende was against even the smallest kinds of violence like killing bugs or so.Nobody near him was allowed to kill something or somebody innocent,he would become very defensive,if this topic came up.Piccolo had to do his exercises,not including meditating,outside the Palace,somewhere far far away.
You would just destroy the walls,Dende had said,I beg you to practise somewhere else.
To Piccolo's surprise,the boy could be very stubborn,if he wanted to.
What's wrong with you,Dende?Why can't you tell me,what's bothering you?It can't be that bad,can it?C'mon lad,you do trust me,don't you?You've grown so much since I saw you for the first time on Namek.You were an innocent little child,so naïve but brave.You helped us fighting against Freezer by healing our wounds,you were so scared but refused to go,you almost died.Then,you became god,still a child,'t was our second meeting,wasn't it?You had so many questions about the Earth and it's people,the duties of your new job...and it was me,who answered all of them.You were such an annoying little brat,but a cute annoying little brat,I think it was Nail whose influence calmed me down back there.Now,I don't need his influence anymore,I really do care for you kid,you know that,don't you?Maybe that's why you lost your respect for me,if it's about decisions and important things.You don't need my advices anymore,you don't even wanna argue with me.You make your decision,next topic.Did I taught you to act like this?I think,I really did..damn.But it's good the way it went,for a teenager,you're a damn good god.
Piccolo's eyes narrowed as the dark green figure outside the window stood up and started walking back to the Palace's doors.He went slowly over the wet marble,his gaze was fixed on the plates.He looked depressed.The older Namek had to make a decision.Facing Dende and talking,or going back to bed?But Piccolo had already waited too long,he wanted to solve the problem,now.
He watched the lad coming closer and finally entering the Palace.His whole body was wet and his pants were soaked full of water.
"Hey Kid."
Dende seemed to freeze in his place,his muscles tensed.Why could Piccolo never sleep like ordinary people?Okay,Piccolo wasn't ordinary,he was a Namek with one very own character.
"Hey,"Dende searched for words,he couldn't lie to Piccolo,the older Namek was able to tell when he was lying,"Why don't ya sleep?'t isn't even morning yet."
Dende avoided making any eye-contact.That would just make it worse for him.Piccolo registered the tension inside the boy,was he afraid of him?
"The rain woke me up.Don't like this sound,it's bloody annoying.But what about you?Why have you been out there,"he nodded towards the Lookout,he wanted answeres.
"Just needed some fresh air,I couldn't sleep,then the rain started falling,"Oh,Dende was such a bad liar.He was too honest to do a thing like that and Piccolo knew that,so if Dende was lying,he really didn't want to answer.
"And now,you're looking like crap,better change your clothes and dry yourself,or you'll become ill within some hours,"the tone of Piccolo's voice was steady and calm,the signs for Dende not to argue,because he was able to translate,what Piccolo was actually saying,A fucking monch would look rich next ta ya,change your cloth or whatever this bloody thing on your legs is supposed to be,dry yourself and do it bloody QUICKLY!!!And don't you dare to contradict!!'In all their years,Dende had done a damn good job to work out his dictionary Piccolo-English,English-Piccolo,though he hadn't written it down..yet.
"Yeah yeah,whatever you want,"Dende muttered as he walked past Piccolo,or at least tried to,'cause suddenly he was stopped by th older Namek's grip on his arm.
Piccolo wouldn't let go of him right now,he did so not like the mood Dende was in.
"Tell me what's wrong with you,"wasn't that hard to ask,was it?
Dende was stunned,so Piccolo had seen it.Of course,he had,he was Mr. Perceptive of the Year.and the next year...and the next..
Lying?No,he couldn't,this wasn't the time and the place.
"I dunno,"well,at least,it wasn't a lie.
"What were you thinking,that made you lying in the rain?"C'mon Dende,tell me,I need to know,let me help you.
Dende swallowed.Time to tell the truth.
"I was thinking 'bout home,"and the stone crashed down from the young Namek's heart,straight to the ground.It was out,he had said it.
"..."
Piccolo didn't know what to say,he unfastened his grip and Dende walked slowly back into his room.Enough for the early morning.When the door was shut,Piccolo blinked and shook his head.
**How can I solve this?
To be continued..
Any ideas how Piccolo could solve the problem?I've got a few.Please review,it would help me a lot to hear your opinions.
Thanks for reading
X6193