Piccolo landed in front of his house and couldn't suppress a smile.
Everybody thought that he just lived out in the wilds. Well, mostly he did.
But he did have a house. Even he needed one.
It was a small Namekian house. It was actually nothing more then two small
circles. It only had one window and the door was just a piece of cloth
hanging in the doorway.
Pushing the cloth aside, Piccolo went in.
The inside was very simple. Bare walls and an earth floor. The only thing
inside was a chair, a table and a bed. The table and chair filled the
larger circle. The second circle was something else. Actually, it wasn't a
circle. More a half one. And it was completely filled by the bed. Piccolo
was rather proud of the bed. It wasn't a normal one. It was two feet high,
and it had the shape of half a circle. Just as the part of the house it
stood in. It fitted perfectly. Not a gap in sight.
He pulled back the sheet that was lying on the bed. Not that he needed a
sheet. It was just very useful for keeping the dust from getting into the
mattress. He carefully lowered the girl onto the bed and made sure she was
lying comfortably. After shaking out the sheet outside, he put it back on
the bed, pulling it up to the girls chin. Grabbing the chair, he put it
next to the bed and sat down. The girls breath was even and steady. He
studied her face. She had a peaked face. Curious, he lifted one of her
eyelids. Her eyes were blue. Her ears were pointed. Sighing, he stood up.
The mystery around this girl kept growing. He put back the chair and
crossed his legs. Floating above the table, he started to meditate.
Piccolo opened his eyes. It was early in the morning. Light fell through the only window onto the bed. To his surprise he saw that the girl had slipped out of the unconsciousness and was sleeping now. She was a quick healer then. Dende had said that she would likely remain unconscious for two days. The girl was lying on her right side, facing the wall. She was curled up in a tight ball, and obviously sound asleep. He wondered what gotten into him the other day. Rescuing a total stranger, taking her for healing to Dende and bringing her to his own house. One thing was certain. The girl had to leave. Before she woke up. Otherwise, it would only lead to annoying questions and trouble. And he didn't want that. All he wanted was to get back his peace. Outside, it was already light and the temperature was rising. It was a very dry summer this year. Flying east, he looked around for the clearing where the battle had taken place. A plan about getting rid of the girl was forming in his mind. It was a simple plan, but those always worked the best. He would retrieve the girls backpack and Katana, grab the girl, and dump her in the nearest town before she would wake up. That would get him rid of the girl and the trouble she would cause him when she would wake up. Spotting the clearing, he landed. The air was full with the buzz of flies. In the warm summer weather, the corpses of the warriors had started to rot immediately. The stench of decay was almost overwhelming. The Katana was at the same place that she had dropped it when she had been stabbed. Just in front of one of the corpses. Putting his cloak over his mouth and nose, he moved forward. He only got a few yards. The stench was just too much. Raising one arm, he fired a beam of Ki, completely disintegrating the decaying corpse. Katana in hand, he searched for the backpack, and at the same time disintegrating the other corpses. Picking up the backpack, he also saw the scabbard, still wrapped in the black cloth. After sheathing the Katana, he tied it to the side of the backpack. Looking at the clearing one more time, he noticed that there was only one corpse left. It was the one of the warrior that had gotten blasted by his own leader. It hadn't been a pretty sight before. Now that he had started to rot it was repulsive. Piccolo was just about to blast the legless corpse, when he heard voices.
Piccolo opened his eyes. It was early in the morning. Light fell through the only window onto the bed. To his surprise he saw that the girl had slipped out of the unconsciousness and was sleeping now. She was a quick healer then. Dende had said that she would likely remain unconscious for two days. The girl was lying on her right side, facing the wall. She was curled up in a tight ball, and obviously sound asleep. He wondered what gotten into him the other day. Rescuing a total stranger, taking her for healing to Dende and bringing her to his own house. One thing was certain. The girl had to leave. Before she woke up. Otherwise, it would only lead to annoying questions and trouble. And he didn't want that. All he wanted was to get back his peace. Outside, it was already light and the temperature was rising. It was a very dry summer this year. Flying east, he looked around for the clearing where the battle had taken place. A plan about getting rid of the girl was forming in his mind. It was a simple plan, but those always worked the best. He would retrieve the girls backpack and Katana, grab the girl, and dump her in the nearest town before she would wake up. That would get him rid of the girl and the trouble she would cause him when she would wake up. Spotting the clearing, he landed. The air was full with the buzz of flies. In the warm summer weather, the corpses of the warriors had started to rot immediately. The stench of decay was almost overwhelming. The Katana was at the same place that she had dropped it when she had been stabbed. Just in front of one of the corpses. Putting his cloak over his mouth and nose, he moved forward. He only got a few yards. The stench was just too much. Raising one arm, he fired a beam of Ki, completely disintegrating the decaying corpse. Katana in hand, he searched for the backpack, and at the same time disintegrating the other corpses. Picking up the backpack, he also saw the scabbard, still wrapped in the black cloth. After sheathing the Katana, he tied it to the side of the backpack. Looking at the clearing one more time, he noticed that there was only one corpse left. It was the one of the warrior that had gotten blasted by his own leader. It hadn't been a pretty sight before. Now that he had started to rot it was repulsive. Piccolo was just about to blast the legless corpse, when he heard voices.