Thanks for all the wonderful reviews you wrote!! It makes me a really happy
German girl that you like my story! You know, the German government doesn't
let us much to be happy about...but you do, thank you. And I will follow
db's advice to search for a beta reader, so : I SEARCH A BETA READER,
'CAUSE I'M GERMAN AND I NEED SOMEBODY TO CORRECT MY MISTAKES. MY ENGLISH
TEACHER IS NOT ON THE LIST, HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT DBZ OR DBGT IS!!
(Poor guy, isn't he?) SO PLEASE VOLUNTEER!!!
I should get something to drink, this screaming is really exhausting *smile*.
Now to the story...
Please review
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The bright sunlight was shining through the window and the white walls seemed to glow in its golden colour, that was carrying a pleasant warmth into the room and on Dende's back, who was still lying in his bed, though it was already about noon.
The young Namek did so not want to get up, this wasn't meant to be his day. His head was aching, even when his eyes, which burnt like fire itself, were shut, while his mouth was dry and all the muscles under the cold green skin were trembling. As he tried to reach for the blanket, that still lied on the floor, he immediately felt dizzy and everything in front of his eyes was blurred and unsteady. A painful groan left his burning throat as he finally managed to put the warming cover back onto his icy body, hoping it would make things a little better, but he was wrong.
A few minutes later, his breath became short and uncontrolled, the trembling even worser than it had already been and a sudden heat rushed through his bones and flesh, that it made him sick. Tears shot into his eyes, panic gained the control of his mind, Dende had never felt anything like this before.
But he couldn't just stay in bed, a whole planet needed him, he was its guardian, he had to protect earth from everything that might be dangerous.
With an unknown strength, he pushed himself up and every tension in his back got worse, even his neck was arguing. He cracked his eyes slowly open, regretting that the red silk curtains next to the window weren't shut, because now, he had to face the light of the day and it burnt straight into his pupils. His vision was still blurred, everything around him seemed to move, but a weak thought kept him awake.
**Earth needs you, you're the Guardian, you're not to fail.**
His legs were shaking like never before, as he pulled them out of the bed and set them onto the marble floor, that stirred under the touch of his feet. He needed several minutes to get used to his new surroundings and then managed to stand up, though he had to sit down again, his legs hadn't done him the favour to carry the weight of his body. He tried again....with success.
There were only four yards until he would reach his closet, but he considered them as the most cruelest four yards of his whole life. He tripped several times and almost fell down once, after making contact with a hole in the floor, that was completely new to him. The door of the closet was such a release, he felt so proud of himself for crossing four yards, he couldn't believe it.
He opened the wooden door and it made a squeaking noise, that was pure torture for his sensitive ears and made his headache climb from ,I can't stand it' to ,Oh my God, this must be hell'. He walked inside the small room and exermined it, as if seeing it for the first time in his life. It was darker in there as in the main- room, but that didn't bother him much, his eyes appreciated the dim light, that made it easier to face the clothes that laid in there.
Dende's look wandered over his robes and he decided not to wear one of them today, he simply didn't feel like it. So, he grabbed onto one of the shelves, where he reached a typical Namekian collar, that felt soft and light in his slightly trembling hands. He put it on and then searched for some trousers on another shelf. A white one it would be today with a blue belt. He'd almost fallen as he got into the right side of the soft cold fabric, that made a complete contrast to his now burning skin. Some drops of sweat left his forehad as he put on the shoes.
Dende decided against a shirt, his body was so hot that even the trousers and the collar made him sweat, so why wearing more clothes than he considered as neccesary?
He went out of the closet back into the room and closed the door behind his back, cursing not to have remembered the sound it would made. The bright light was burning against his face again and he protected his eyes with his trembling palm as good as possible.
If somebody had seen him, he would have thought of a smaller Nail just without his vest.
But Dende still didn't feel any better, with every breath his throat became drier, with every blink his headache got worser and with every step his body trembled more and more. Hot and cold rushes went trough his system, an odd mix between hell and Northpole, but he kept on going to the door, he was to do his work.
After a few steps, he didn't have the strength to keep his eyes any more seconds open and shut them. A terrible mistake. The black in front of Dende's inner eye started turning, red and violet spots appeared and dissappeared with such a speed, it made him dizzy.....he collapsed on the cold floor.
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Somewhere far away from the palace, in a lonely desert, a fast moving shadow could be seen. If it had stopped for just one single moment, you could have regitered a man's figure...a man's figure with green skin, pink muscles on the forearms, a pair of antennas, sharp white nails and teeth and a bald head. The ones who knew him, called him Piccolo.
Suddenly, Piccolo stopped moving and seemed to freeze on the sand under his feet. It had been like a flash in his mind, that made him realize that something was wrong in the palace. After all, he had a telepathical link to Dende and now, the link was interrupted. This didn't mean anything good.
The Namek could feel some drops of sweat leaving his forehead, as he took off to the blue, non- clouded sky towards the palace, his mind racing again.
**Let him be okay, please let him be okay! I couldn't forgive myself, if the lad wasn't alright.**
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Hmmm..what's wrong with Dende? I'll tell ya..if I feel like telling ya.*hehe*
And again: I search a beta reader, please connect me.
Please review.
Have not the thing Dende has got,
X6193
I should get something to drink, this screaming is really exhausting *smile*.
Now to the story...
Please review
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The bright sunlight was shining through the window and the white walls seemed to glow in its golden colour, that was carrying a pleasant warmth into the room and on Dende's back, who was still lying in his bed, though it was already about noon.
The young Namek did so not want to get up, this wasn't meant to be his day. His head was aching, even when his eyes, which burnt like fire itself, were shut, while his mouth was dry and all the muscles under the cold green skin were trembling. As he tried to reach for the blanket, that still lied on the floor, he immediately felt dizzy and everything in front of his eyes was blurred and unsteady. A painful groan left his burning throat as he finally managed to put the warming cover back onto his icy body, hoping it would make things a little better, but he was wrong.
A few minutes later, his breath became short and uncontrolled, the trembling even worser than it had already been and a sudden heat rushed through his bones and flesh, that it made him sick. Tears shot into his eyes, panic gained the control of his mind, Dende had never felt anything like this before.
But he couldn't just stay in bed, a whole planet needed him, he was its guardian, he had to protect earth from everything that might be dangerous.
With an unknown strength, he pushed himself up and every tension in his back got worse, even his neck was arguing. He cracked his eyes slowly open, regretting that the red silk curtains next to the window weren't shut, because now, he had to face the light of the day and it burnt straight into his pupils. His vision was still blurred, everything around him seemed to move, but a weak thought kept him awake.
**Earth needs you, you're the Guardian, you're not to fail.**
His legs were shaking like never before, as he pulled them out of the bed and set them onto the marble floor, that stirred under the touch of his feet. He needed several minutes to get used to his new surroundings and then managed to stand up, though he had to sit down again, his legs hadn't done him the favour to carry the weight of his body. He tried again....with success.
There were only four yards until he would reach his closet, but he considered them as the most cruelest four yards of his whole life. He tripped several times and almost fell down once, after making contact with a hole in the floor, that was completely new to him. The door of the closet was such a release, he felt so proud of himself for crossing four yards, he couldn't believe it.
He opened the wooden door and it made a squeaking noise, that was pure torture for his sensitive ears and made his headache climb from ,I can't stand it' to ,Oh my God, this must be hell'. He walked inside the small room and exermined it, as if seeing it for the first time in his life. It was darker in there as in the main- room, but that didn't bother him much, his eyes appreciated the dim light, that made it easier to face the clothes that laid in there.
Dende's look wandered over his robes and he decided not to wear one of them today, he simply didn't feel like it. So, he grabbed onto one of the shelves, where he reached a typical Namekian collar, that felt soft and light in his slightly trembling hands. He put it on and then searched for some trousers on another shelf. A white one it would be today with a blue belt. He'd almost fallen as he got into the right side of the soft cold fabric, that made a complete contrast to his now burning skin. Some drops of sweat left his forehad as he put on the shoes.
Dende decided against a shirt, his body was so hot that even the trousers and the collar made him sweat, so why wearing more clothes than he considered as neccesary?
He went out of the closet back into the room and closed the door behind his back, cursing not to have remembered the sound it would made. The bright light was burning against his face again and he protected his eyes with his trembling palm as good as possible.
If somebody had seen him, he would have thought of a smaller Nail just without his vest.
But Dende still didn't feel any better, with every breath his throat became drier, with every blink his headache got worser and with every step his body trembled more and more. Hot and cold rushes went trough his system, an odd mix between hell and Northpole, but he kept on going to the door, he was to do his work.
After a few steps, he didn't have the strength to keep his eyes any more seconds open and shut them. A terrible mistake. The black in front of Dende's inner eye started turning, red and violet spots appeared and dissappeared with such a speed, it made him dizzy.....he collapsed on the cold floor.
******************************
Somewhere far away from the palace, in a lonely desert, a fast moving shadow could be seen. If it had stopped for just one single moment, you could have regitered a man's figure...a man's figure with green skin, pink muscles on the forearms, a pair of antennas, sharp white nails and teeth and a bald head. The ones who knew him, called him Piccolo.
Suddenly, Piccolo stopped moving and seemed to freeze on the sand under his feet. It had been like a flash in his mind, that made him realize that something was wrong in the palace. After all, he had a telepathical link to Dende and now, the link was interrupted. This didn't mean anything good.
The Namek could feel some drops of sweat leaving his forehead, as he took off to the blue, non- clouded sky towards the palace, his mind racing again.
**Let him be okay, please let him be okay! I couldn't forgive myself, if the lad wasn't alright.**
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hmmm..what's wrong with Dende? I'll tell ya..if I feel like telling ya.*hehe*
And again: I search a beta reader, please connect me.
Please review.
Have not the thing Dende has got,
X6193