He was nearing the lookout now. Just in time. The girls heart was beating
weaker by the minute. Eyes closed, he concentrated and made telepathic
contact with Dende.
"Dende."
"Piccolo? Hey, it has been a long time! How are you?"
"Dende, I don't have time for this. Come to the west side of the lookout. Now."
"Piccolo? Why? What's the matter? Are you hurt?"
"I said, I don't have time for this. Just hurry up. It might already be to late."
"At least explain me what is going on. And what do you mean by that it might already be to late?"
"I have someone here that is wounded very badly. That is al you need to know. Now hurry up and come to the west side of the lookout!"
He broke of the contact and opened his eyes. Nearly there. Still flying at full speed he flew toward the building on the lookout. He saw Dende run towards him. He only stopped at the last moment. He gently lowered the girl to the ground.
"She needs healing. Now."
Dende opened his mouth. No doubt planning to ask questions.
"Dende, now. She wont survive much longer."
Seeing the girls bad condition, Dende quickly went to work. In no time the girl was bathing in a golden glow. Figuring that the healing would take a while, Piccolo closed his eyes and started some light meditation. He was planning to find out what the connection was between the memory from Kami that had been nagging him and the girls white hair.
About ten minutes later, he opened his eyes. He hadn't been able to find out much more. Only that the white hair was something important, and that Kami himself hadn't know anything more. The knowledge that the white hair was important had been given to him by the guardian before him, and that that guardian also hadn't know anything more than that. It was a mystery. He didn't like mysteries. Looking down, he saw that Dende had just finished the healing.
"Why did it take so long? Healings usually last only a few seconds. Half a minute at most. What happened?"
Dende looked up and wiped the sweat from his face.
"Well, her wounds were extensive. Broken bones, lots of internal damage. And getting al the blood out of her lungs was a bit tricky. But the real problem was the poison."
"Poison?"
"Yes. The blade she was stabbed in the lung with was poisoned. Its good the wound bled so much. It kept the poison from spreading too much. If it head, she would have been dead in about a minute."
"That bastard."
"Who's a bastard Piccolo?
"None of your business. Anything more I need to know?"
"Yes. She is still very weak from loss of blood. She is unconscious now, and it is likely that she will remain this way for some time. Probably two days or more. And what happened? Why was the girl injured? And why did you save her?"
"Thank you for healing her Dende."
He took the girl in his arms again and flew of. Dende's cries followed him.
"Piccolo wait! Where are you going?! What happened?!
"Goodbye Dende!" He yelled back.
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Piccolo was only a black dot in the distance now. Dende shook his head. This was the most uncharacteristic behaviour of Piccolo he'd ever seen. And that girl. There was something strange about her. And her hair. Not that he'd never seen white hair before. Kibito Kai and the old Kai both had white hair. But this hair was different. The white somehow, more pure. There was something about that white hair. Something important. Hearing footsteps, he looked up. It was Mr. Popo.
"Dende, wasn't that Piccolo? What happened?"
"Lets go to the archives Mr. Popo. I have to find something very important. I'll tell you what happened when we are there."
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The archives. Mr. Popo new that it had to be something really important. The archives were vast. And that was even an understatement. Every guardian added to the archives. Kami and the guardian before him had placed their additions in alphabetical order. To bad they had been the only ones. Most of the archives were just shelves upon shelves of scrolls, books, artefacts and other stuff thrown randomly together. It was easier to find a single grain of sand in a planet wide dessert, than find something in the archives. It had to be immensely important if they were going to search the archives.
"Dende."
"Piccolo? Hey, it has been a long time! How are you?"
"Dende, I don't have time for this. Come to the west side of the lookout. Now."
"Piccolo? Why? What's the matter? Are you hurt?"
"I said, I don't have time for this. Just hurry up. It might already be to late."
"At least explain me what is going on. And what do you mean by that it might already be to late?"
"I have someone here that is wounded very badly. That is al you need to know. Now hurry up and come to the west side of the lookout!"
He broke of the contact and opened his eyes. Nearly there. Still flying at full speed he flew toward the building on the lookout. He saw Dende run towards him. He only stopped at the last moment. He gently lowered the girl to the ground.
"She needs healing. Now."
Dende opened his mouth. No doubt planning to ask questions.
"Dende, now. She wont survive much longer."
Seeing the girls bad condition, Dende quickly went to work. In no time the girl was bathing in a golden glow. Figuring that the healing would take a while, Piccolo closed his eyes and started some light meditation. He was planning to find out what the connection was between the memory from Kami that had been nagging him and the girls white hair.
About ten minutes later, he opened his eyes. He hadn't been able to find out much more. Only that the white hair was something important, and that Kami himself hadn't know anything more. The knowledge that the white hair was important had been given to him by the guardian before him, and that that guardian also hadn't know anything more than that. It was a mystery. He didn't like mysteries. Looking down, he saw that Dende had just finished the healing.
"Why did it take so long? Healings usually last only a few seconds. Half a minute at most. What happened?"
Dende looked up and wiped the sweat from his face.
"Well, her wounds were extensive. Broken bones, lots of internal damage. And getting al the blood out of her lungs was a bit tricky. But the real problem was the poison."
"Poison?"
"Yes. The blade she was stabbed in the lung with was poisoned. Its good the wound bled so much. It kept the poison from spreading too much. If it head, she would have been dead in about a minute."
"That bastard."
"Who's a bastard Piccolo?
"None of your business. Anything more I need to know?"
"Yes. She is still very weak from loss of blood. She is unconscious now, and it is likely that she will remain this way for some time. Probably two days or more. And what happened? Why was the girl injured? And why did you save her?"
"Thank you for healing her Dende."
He took the girl in his arms again and flew of. Dende's cries followed him.
"Piccolo wait! Where are you going?! What happened?!
"Goodbye Dende!" He yelled back.
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Piccolo was only a black dot in the distance now. Dende shook his head. This was the most uncharacteristic behaviour of Piccolo he'd ever seen. And that girl. There was something strange about her. And her hair. Not that he'd never seen white hair before. Kibito Kai and the old Kai both had white hair. But this hair was different. The white somehow, more pure. There was something about that white hair. Something important. Hearing footsteps, he looked up. It was Mr. Popo.
"Dende, wasn't that Piccolo? What happened?"
"Lets go to the archives Mr. Popo. I have to find something very important. I'll tell you what happened when we are there."
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The archives. Mr. Popo new that it had to be something really important. The archives were vast. And that was even an understatement. Every guardian added to the archives. Kami and the guardian before him had placed their additions in alphabetical order. To bad they had been the only ones. Most of the archives were just shelves upon shelves of scrolls, books, artefacts and other stuff thrown randomly together. It was easier to find a single grain of sand in a planet wide dessert, than find something in the archives. It had to be immensely important if they were going to search the archives.