I'm writing again.Every time, I eat something with noodles, it just flashes
in front of my inner eye and I have to type, maybe my hands are ill and
noodles are like a virus for them.I think, I'm seriously insane, amn't I ?
Ohhh yeah, you're waiting for the story.. There you go..have fun while reading it and please review.
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Things couldn't have developed much worser than possible.
Piccolo's mind was racing, while the Namek paced through his room from the left corner into the right one and back.His legs felt unsteady but he didn't bother, there was a big problem lying in the Palace, or better, in Dende
***I was thinking 'bout home.***
The depressed look on the lad's face, the cracking in his soft voice, and if Piccolo had seen his eyes, he would have found little drops of water in them, which had not been caused by the rain.The picture just wouldn't let go of him, he had always considered Dende as a very cheerful person, never brooding like this.Why hadn't he realized that it had been an act?Why hadn't he cared?He should have, after all, he knew the boy for almost twenty years.How long had Dende been hiding it?Why had he been hiding?Didn't he trust Piccolo?
The Namek felt his fury growing, he had the need to kill burning in his veins.Little sparks of yellow energy flashed between his shining white nails.He was so bloody angry with himself!
***Why did I never realize that he needs his brothers?How fucking blind have I been?The lad's soul was breaking under the duties of being god and he always kept his childish smile and the gleam in his eyes.Where did he learn to fake in such a perfect way?I didn't taught him, I would remember.Maybe, if I had cared more, if I had been there for him, if I had pushed away my stupid pride just a few more times, he would have come to me.It's my bloody fault!!He's way too young for all of this, why did nobody say a word, when he volunteered for the job?He was just a child and now, he's old enough for his first boyfriend.If he's thinking about this topic,too?Maybe not, due to the fact that we don't need a partner to spit out the egg, sex is not that necessary, but it's fun, isn't it?Please, whoever's hearing me, I won't say it out loud but please help me!!How can I solve this problem?I should talk to him once more in a real conversation kinda way, perhaps during the afternoon.I just hope that he's willing to talk with me about his feelings, I would never make him do this, but I'm not quite sure, if I can hold my temper back.I don't want to destroy the last things inside him that make him Dende.Good plan, good organisation.Talk about it, analyze it, solve it.Let it just bloody work!!***
If somebody had seen Piccolo,he would have believed that he was about to walk holes into the floor.
It was still a few hours before sunrise and the rain had stopped, and now the aroma of the cold water was lying in the air.It tickled inside Piccolo's nose and laid like ice on his bare green skin.There was this special tension in the scent of the night,that Piccolo only knew before a battle started..and he didn't like it one bit.
Kami's voice came to his thoughts.
**A god with homesickness won't do anything good for the Earth.Solve his problem.**
Piccolo's fury grew with every single letter.
**How can you dare to think of him just as a god?!In first place, he's a teenager, nothing else!A teenager with a lack of social life!A teenager who needs somebody of his own age to relate to!How can you be that heartless, tell me old man, how?!Just because you liked your pension being, it doesn't say that he's to like it either.He's somewhere between childhood and adulthood, stuck on a foreign planet with just a few friends and he's to be its god.Homesickness is just a normal reaction, so don't tell me what to do!I know bloody well that he needs my help right now!!**
The Namek looked like an insane.His eyes were narrowed into tight slits,his forehad was trembling and there were fast and short lightnings between his feelers.His jaw was tensed and you almost heard his teeth cracking as he bit them together.
Why was the lad such a good acteur?Why did he never lost a word about his feelings?
Piccolo decided that brooding wouldn't help him, he needed some action to get his anger under control.He changed quickly into his battle gear and took of to a desert on the other half of the Earth.
Till sunrise, many exercises would have been done...
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Dende was lying in his bed, a light sleep had finally found him after the events of the early morning.The blanket rested on his cold and still wet skin, he hadn't had the strength to dry himself and had simply fallen into his bed.But if somebody had watched him, he/she would have seen that, under his eyelids, his pupils were moving as a consequence of the dream he had.
Again,he dreamt about home, or more precisely, about his best childhoodfriend..
"Menok," he whispered softly into his pillow and smiled slightly, "Love you,too."
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What a cute ending...I guess, I will write the third chapter about the dream, right?How did you like this one?Please review, I still wanna hear your ideas and opinions!!
Have a nice ..ummm..whatever you want to have,
X6193
Ohhh yeah, you're waiting for the story.. There you go..have fun while reading it and please review.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Things couldn't have developed much worser than possible.
Piccolo's mind was racing, while the Namek paced through his room from the left corner into the right one and back.His legs felt unsteady but he didn't bother, there was a big problem lying in the Palace, or better, in Dende
***I was thinking 'bout home.***
The depressed look on the lad's face, the cracking in his soft voice, and if Piccolo had seen his eyes, he would have found little drops of water in them, which had not been caused by the rain.The picture just wouldn't let go of him, he had always considered Dende as a very cheerful person, never brooding like this.Why hadn't he realized that it had been an act?Why hadn't he cared?He should have, after all, he knew the boy for almost twenty years.How long had Dende been hiding it?Why had he been hiding?Didn't he trust Piccolo?
The Namek felt his fury growing, he had the need to kill burning in his veins.Little sparks of yellow energy flashed between his shining white nails.He was so bloody angry with himself!
***Why did I never realize that he needs his brothers?How fucking blind have I been?The lad's soul was breaking under the duties of being god and he always kept his childish smile and the gleam in his eyes.Where did he learn to fake in such a perfect way?I didn't taught him, I would remember.Maybe, if I had cared more, if I had been there for him, if I had pushed away my stupid pride just a few more times, he would have come to me.It's my bloody fault!!He's way too young for all of this, why did nobody say a word, when he volunteered for the job?He was just a child and now, he's old enough for his first boyfriend.If he's thinking about this topic,too?Maybe not, due to the fact that we don't need a partner to spit out the egg, sex is not that necessary, but it's fun, isn't it?Please, whoever's hearing me, I won't say it out loud but please help me!!How can I solve this problem?I should talk to him once more in a real conversation kinda way, perhaps during the afternoon.I just hope that he's willing to talk with me about his feelings, I would never make him do this, but I'm not quite sure, if I can hold my temper back.I don't want to destroy the last things inside him that make him Dende.Good plan, good organisation.Talk about it, analyze it, solve it.Let it just bloody work!!***
If somebody had seen Piccolo,he would have believed that he was about to walk holes into the floor.
It was still a few hours before sunrise and the rain had stopped, and now the aroma of the cold water was lying in the air.It tickled inside Piccolo's nose and laid like ice on his bare green skin.There was this special tension in the scent of the night,that Piccolo only knew before a battle started..and he didn't like it one bit.
Kami's voice came to his thoughts.
**A god with homesickness won't do anything good for the Earth.Solve his problem.**
Piccolo's fury grew with every single letter.
**How can you dare to think of him just as a god?!In first place, he's a teenager, nothing else!A teenager with a lack of social life!A teenager who needs somebody of his own age to relate to!How can you be that heartless, tell me old man, how?!Just because you liked your pension being, it doesn't say that he's to like it either.He's somewhere between childhood and adulthood, stuck on a foreign planet with just a few friends and he's to be its god.Homesickness is just a normal reaction, so don't tell me what to do!I know bloody well that he needs my help right now!!**
The Namek looked like an insane.His eyes were narrowed into tight slits,his forehad was trembling and there were fast and short lightnings between his feelers.His jaw was tensed and you almost heard his teeth cracking as he bit them together.
Why was the lad such a good acteur?Why did he never lost a word about his feelings?
Piccolo decided that brooding wouldn't help him, he needed some action to get his anger under control.He changed quickly into his battle gear and took of to a desert on the other half of the Earth.
Till sunrise, many exercises would have been done...
**************
Dende was lying in his bed, a light sleep had finally found him after the events of the early morning.The blanket rested on his cold and still wet skin, he hadn't had the strength to dry himself and had simply fallen into his bed.But if somebody had watched him, he/she would have seen that, under his eyelids, his pupils were moving as a consequence of the dream he had.
Again,he dreamt about home, or more precisely, about his best childhoodfriend..
"Menok," he whispered softly into his pillow and smiled slightly, "Love you,too."
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What a cute ending...I guess, I will write the third chapter about the dream, right?How did you like this one?Please review, I still wanna hear your ideas and opinions!!
Have a nice ..ummm..whatever you want to have,
X6193