Hey folks! I don' wanna explain much right now, just that it's been a
rather long time since the last update an' I'm really sorry for that! For
the ones o' you, who don't know that I change my settings and accept
anonymous reviews from now on, too, well yeah, I do, so please review an'
have some fun while reading this one, 'kay?
Special greetings go to Cy *o ya* !!
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Piccolo flew as fast as his energy allowed, while inside his thoughts were turning like unstoppable wheels around one topic, that made him worry like hell : the lad isn't all right, something has happened to him. The Namek had never worried about something or somebody like this until Son Gohan had come into his life, whom he had adopted in some kind of way, but with Dende, it was different.
Maybe it was because of Nail's worried voice inside his head, that told him like to fly insanely faster and to do everything possible for his little brother. Oh, how many times had he been almost driven crazy by this overprotecting Namek?! Why couldn't Nail just accept that the child had matured and was now a teenager who *hated* it whenever somebody played warden with him. Every Namek had his pride and Dende's just seemed to have developed itself during the last few years.
Piccolo almost smirked at this thought; the lad had quite a temper by now, oh yes. And a very colourful way of expressing himself, too. Of course, the older Namek was never able to tell where he'd learned such words..... He just blamed Mr. Popo, who was well-known for always cursing.
He just hoped that said person would have already taken care of the kid to prevent any serious problems, but if Piccolo considered the fact that something was so wrong with Dende that the lad wasn't even able to hold up their link, serious problems would be something good.... better than 'he's about to die' problems anyway.
The landscape underneath his flashlike form in the middle of the blue sky had already turned into one flowding river of greens, yellows and from time to time blues, that it would have made every other being feeling dizzy by now, but Piccolo didn't really care. His mind was fixed on his goal: the Palace. Even as an airplane crossed his way, he pushed it into another direction with just a blow of his right arm. He didn't harm anyone of course, but nobody could be sure if he had done it on purpose, or if it had just been mere luck. Nothing seemed more important to him than the kid.
Finally, after the long flight that resembled an eternity, the white marble plates of the palace approached in his view and he raised his speed again.
*I'm near, kid, just hang in there. Be fine, oh please, don't be dead.*
He landed right in front of the large doors and went hastily into the hall of Dende's room. The whole atmosphere around him felt wrong, something like "bad karma" was lying between the quiet walls, walls which seemed to have darkened. Piccolo's eye caught Mr. Popo who was just coming out of the young guardian's chambers.
"What's wrong with him?"The Namek's voice was huskier than under normal circumstances, but he hardly noticed his harsh tone as he spoke to the servant of God. He just wanted to know why their link was blocked and he was eager to get this information as fast as possible, without even noticing the worried look on Mr. Popo's face. The former demon simply wished to solve this problem soon, so he needed to know what was going on behind the shut doors.
"I don't know," the servant said with a mild cracking in his voice,"I found him lying on the floor, breathing short and hard. He wouldn't wake when I spoke to him. I put him into his bed and gave him some extra covers, his body was burning as if it was on fire, fever I would say. I'll go into the garden and make some medicine out of my flowers to heal him." Mr. Popo turned and nearly ran into the direction of the garden.
Piccolo frowned. "I knew it!" He punched into the nearest wall and made the stone crack but not collapse. "I knew it! I told him to dry himself after this "lying-in-the-rain session"! And now he's ill, just *great*!!" He took a few deep breaths and calmed down, sorrow replacing the anger inside his chest. His hand slowly reached for the door and pushed it open.
He entered the room he had already entered a thousand times before, but everything felt different. His eyes focused on the bed on the other side of the room, where he could recognize Dende's form, lying under several blankets, almost fighting for the air to fill his lungs. There weren't many things in the universe which could scare Piccolo, but this image did. The kid looked like a corpse! He rushed silently to his side and sat down on the edge of the bed, observing the face, that now looked old and tired, nothing like Dende's usual self.
Piccolo laid a hand on the boy's forehead and his eyes widened, as he felt the hot skin under his fingers and palm. Sweat flowed down his nails as he took his hand back, the lad's sweat, and now, the older Namek got really scared, because suddenly he knew that Mr. Popo's medicine, whether it was the best on earth or not, would so not help Dende.
*Kjeitiva.*
His mind remembered that kind of illness, that only Nameks could get. It could have been easily healed, if they had been on Namek. Humans would call it a bad flu, but for Nameks it was a lot worse than that. Kjeitiva could only been healed if the Namek had got a juice made out of several ingredients, which only grew on Namek because of the three suns. The plants would never survive in just a few minutes of darkness. So how to get the medicine? If it wasn't given to the sick person, the person would probably die during the next few days, because, though being like a flu, Kjeitiva had different effects on a Namek's body. The virus attacked the person's system and slowed it down, before starting with the complete destruction. It burned the system down until nothing was left by turning cells in the Namek's blood into little venom bombs, which could explode everywhere inside the body. That was the reason for the fever, so this process had already started in Dende's circulation.
"C'mon lad, fight it until I find a way to go home with ya, okay? Don't give up, be strong and stubborn like ya always are, I'll find a solution, I promise."
But in the depths of his mind, for the first time of his life, Piccolo wasn't sure if he could keep his word. He simply hoped he would be able to do so.
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Did ya like it?
Please review.
Have..... uh.... Did you know that " Popo" is a german word for " ass" ? ( Mr. Ass or Mr. Bottom.... funny thing)
Bye,
X6193
Special greetings go to Cy *o ya* !!
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Piccolo flew as fast as his energy allowed, while inside his thoughts were turning like unstoppable wheels around one topic, that made him worry like hell : the lad isn't all right, something has happened to him. The Namek had never worried about something or somebody like this until Son Gohan had come into his life, whom he had adopted in some kind of way, but with Dende, it was different.
Maybe it was because of Nail's worried voice inside his head, that told him like to fly insanely faster and to do everything possible for his little brother. Oh, how many times had he been almost driven crazy by this overprotecting Namek?! Why couldn't Nail just accept that the child had matured and was now a teenager who *hated* it whenever somebody played warden with him. Every Namek had his pride and Dende's just seemed to have developed itself during the last few years.
Piccolo almost smirked at this thought; the lad had quite a temper by now, oh yes. And a very colourful way of expressing himself, too. Of course, the older Namek was never able to tell where he'd learned such words..... He just blamed Mr. Popo, who was well-known for always cursing.
He just hoped that said person would have already taken care of the kid to prevent any serious problems, but if Piccolo considered the fact that something was so wrong with Dende that the lad wasn't even able to hold up their link, serious problems would be something good.... better than 'he's about to die' problems anyway.
The landscape underneath his flashlike form in the middle of the blue sky had already turned into one flowding river of greens, yellows and from time to time blues, that it would have made every other being feeling dizzy by now, but Piccolo didn't really care. His mind was fixed on his goal: the Palace. Even as an airplane crossed his way, he pushed it into another direction with just a blow of his right arm. He didn't harm anyone of course, but nobody could be sure if he had done it on purpose, or if it had just been mere luck. Nothing seemed more important to him than the kid.
Finally, after the long flight that resembled an eternity, the white marble plates of the palace approached in his view and he raised his speed again.
*I'm near, kid, just hang in there. Be fine, oh please, don't be dead.*
He landed right in front of the large doors and went hastily into the hall of Dende's room. The whole atmosphere around him felt wrong, something like "bad karma" was lying between the quiet walls, walls which seemed to have darkened. Piccolo's eye caught Mr. Popo who was just coming out of the young guardian's chambers.
"What's wrong with him?"The Namek's voice was huskier than under normal circumstances, but he hardly noticed his harsh tone as he spoke to the servant of God. He just wanted to know why their link was blocked and he was eager to get this information as fast as possible, without even noticing the worried look on Mr. Popo's face. The former demon simply wished to solve this problem soon, so he needed to know what was going on behind the shut doors.
"I don't know," the servant said with a mild cracking in his voice,"I found him lying on the floor, breathing short and hard. He wouldn't wake when I spoke to him. I put him into his bed and gave him some extra covers, his body was burning as if it was on fire, fever I would say. I'll go into the garden and make some medicine out of my flowers to heal him." Mr. Popo turned and nearly ran into the direction of the garden.
Piccolo frowned. "I knew it!" He punched into the nearest wall and made the stone crack but not collapse. "I knew it! I told him to dry himself after this "lying-in-the-rain session"! And now he's ill, just *great*!!" He took a few deep breaths and calmed down, sorrow replacing the anger inside his chest. His hand slowly reached for the door and pushed it open.
He entered the room he had already entered a thousand times before, but everything felt different. His eyes focused on the bed on the other side of the room, where he could recognize Dende's form, lying under several blankets, almost fighting for the air to fill his lungs. There weren't many things in the universe which could scare Piccolo, but this image did. The kid looked like a corpse! He rushed silently to his side and sat down on the edge of the bed, observing the face, that now looked old and tired, nothing like Dende's usual self.
Piccolo laid a hand on the boy's forehead and his eyes widened, as he felt the hot skin under his fingers and palm. Sweat flowed down his nails as he took his hand back, the lad's sweat, and now, the older Namek got really scared, because suddenly he knew that Mr. Popo's medicine, whether it was the best on earth or not, would so not help Dende.
*Kjeitiva.*
His mind remembered that kind of illness, that only Nameks could get. It could have been easily healed, if they had been on Namek. Humans would call it a bad flu, but for Nameks it was a lot worse than that. Kjeitiva could only been healed if the Namek had got a juice made out of several ingredients, which only grew on Namek because of the three suns. The plants would never survive in just a few minutes of darkness. So how to get the medicine? If it wasn't given to the sick person, the person would probably die during the next few days, because, though being like a flu, Kjeitiva had different effects on a Namek's body. The virus attacked the person's system and slowed it down, before starting with the complete destruction. It burned the system down until nothing was left by turning cells in the Namek's blood into little venom bombs, which could explode everywhere inside the body. That was the reason for the fever, so this process had already started in Dende's circulation.
"C'mon lad, fight it until I find a way to go home with ya, okay? Don't give up, be strong and stubborn like ya always are, I'll find a solution, I promise."
But in the depths of his mind, for the first time of his life, Piccolo wasn't sure if he could keep his word. He simply hoped he would be able to do so.
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Did ya like it?
Please review.
Have..... uh.... Did you know that " Popo" is a german word for " ass" ? ( Mr. Ass or Mr. Bottom.... funny thing)
Bye,
X6193