CHAPTER 2
Deshee was rudely awoken by Piccolo, who jabbed her in the side with a pointy nail.
"Get up! We have to go see a friend of mine today."
The girl stretched, suddenly noticing her back no longer burned with pain. A look of confusion swept across her delicate features.
"I used a healing technique on you. It was taught to me by another annoying friend of mine." The demon rolled his eyes on that last note.
Her paws barely touched her back but she could tell that there were no gashes left.
"No more blood?"
"No, but you DO need to get cleaned up; go to the back of the cave and veer left, there's a small waterfall there and some soap roots I gathered. Get clean so we can see the Son family without Chichi fainting at the sight of you."
Deshee walked on all fours into the deeper recesses of the cave.
'The wings and dog parts would be enough to do that anyway.' Piccolo couldn't care less. In his opinion, if that harpy of woman wasn't used to weird looking creatures by now then she was just as screwed up as Piccolo had assumed.
All together there was the namek, Piccolo, the triclops, Tien, and the midget emperor, Chaotzu. Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks were all full or part Saiya-jin. 18 is an android and now here comes Deshee, the half Janjin-kee.
'We just keep getting weirder and weirder.....'
A shrill scream echoed throughout the cave, threatening Piccolo's sensitive ears.
'Cold?' he smirked.
A jumble of foreign words bounced off the walls of the cave and the Namek went to strip off his cape. With a lofty toss the fabric was at a shaking, frozen Deshee's feet.
Wrapped up like a baby, the Janjin-kee bumped into Piccolo as she headed back to crouch by the fire, water dripping from her chin-length hair.
"Hey, uh, I guess it'd be really inappropriate if you showed up at the Son house in my boxers so I guess I could materialize a gi like mine for ya.'
Deshee just kept her eyes on the fire, the cape slowly slipping off of her right shoulder. Piccolo caught the fabric and wrapped it back over the girl, placing a warm hand on her back. With a flash of light Deshee was dressed up like the green man. She smiled.
'He is a very nice man.'
The Janjin-kee turned her head and kissed Piccolo's cheek, "Thank you."
"Um....." His face burned light purple for a second or so before he could regain his composure.
"Who is these friend we go see today?"
"A kid I once trained, named Gohan. He's fifteen now, stuck in high school, so I don't get to see him as often as I used to-" Piccolo realized he was being way too open with this strange girl and cut himself off. "He asked me to go college hunting with him today."
"Will you eat the college after you hunt it?"
Piccolo fell on his face, "Your English needs serious work! A college is a big school for older students and Gohan wants me to help him find a suitable one. And since you're here, you gotta tag along."
"He is a scholar?"
"Brightest bastard I know. He must get it from his mother." Somehow Piccolo doubted that Gohan's genius genes came from the simple-minded Goku.
"He must study lots!"
"Oh yeah." Piccolo couldn't understand why it was so easy to open up to Deshee but here he was carrying on a full-fledged conversation with a stranger when he barely spoke more than a few sentences to Gohan at a time, yet he still continued. "His mom practically chains him to his desk. That's why his fighting skills are starting to suck."
"I fight!"
"You?"
"Yes!"
"Show me." He stood in a mock fighter's stance in an attempt to patronize the young girl.
"No," she frowned, "You come at me!"
The green man smirked with amusement, 'Ah, a little punch won't be so bad for her,' he reasoned, taking off at lightening speed. Piccolo rushed Deshee with an extended fist but, seeing his form within seconds, the girl was able to snatch his wrist in her paw and jerked it downward. The stunned warrior flipped as a result and landed flat on his back. The half Janjin- kee merely threw his hand to the ground, as he lay there bewildered and stupefied.
"Well, what other secrets you got locked up in that head of yours?" he panted.
"I study!"
"You?.... Oie, I'll believe you this time."
"My mother used to teach me about great philosophers, Dante and Voltaire. Sciences like Archemedes, Kepler and Brahe, Galileo, Newton. I know math and she was teach me English before she died."
The demon felt a lump form in his throat, "I'm sorry to hear that." His pride took the backseat when he saw the sorrow in Deshee's eyes.
"I am sorry too." Tears dripped from her oddly colored eyes and she rubbed her nose. "I just miss her so much."
Piccolo helped her to her feet gently, "C'mon kid, let's go."
Deshee was rudely awoken by Piccolo, who jabbed her in the side with a pointy nail.
"Get up! We have to go see a friend of mine today."
The girl stretched, suddenly noticing her back no longer burned with pain. A look of confusion swept across her delicate features.
"I used a healing technique on you. It was taught to me by another annoying friend of mine." The demon rolled his eyes on that last note.
Her paws barely touched her back but she could tell that there were no gashes left.
"No more blood?"
"No, but you DO need to get cleaned up; go to the back of the cave and veer left, there's a small waterfall there and some soap roots I gathered. Get clean so we can see the Son family without Chichi fainting at the sight of you."
Deshee walked on all fours into the deeper recesses of the cave.
'The wings and dog parts would be enough to do that anyway.' Piccolo couldn't care less. In his opinion, if that harpy of woman wasn't used to weird looking creatures by now then she was just as screwed up as Piccolo had assumed.
All together there was the namek, Piccolo, the triclops, Tien, and the midget emperor, Chaotzu. Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks were all full or part Saiya-jin. 18 is an android and now here comes Deshee, the half Janjin-kee.
'We just keep getting weirder and weirder.....'
A shrill scream echoed throughout the cave, threatening Piccolo's sensitive ears.
'Cold?' he smirked.
A jumble of foreign words bounced off the walls of the cave and the Namek went to strip off his cape. With a lofty toss the fabric was at a shaking, frozen Deshee's feet.
Wrapped up like a baby, the Janjin-kee bumped into Piccolo as she headed back to crouch by the fire, water dripping from her chin-length hair.
"Hey, uh, I guess it'd be really inappropriate if you showed up at the Son house in my boxers so I guess I could materialize a gi like mine for ya.'
Deshee just kept her eyes on the fire, the cape slowly slipping off of her right shoulder. Piccolo caught the fabric and wrapped it back over the girl, placing a warm hand on her back. With a flash of light Deshee was dressed up like the green man. She smiled.
'He is a very nice man.'
The Janjin-kee turned her head and kissed Piccolo's cheek, "Thank you."
"Um....." His face burned light purple for a second or so before he could regain his composure.
"Who is these friend we go see today?"
"A kid I once trained, named Gohan. He's fifteen now, stuck in high school, so I don't get to see him as often as I used to-" Piccolo realized he was being way too open with this strange girl and cut himself off. "He asked me to go college hunting with him today."
"Will you eat the college after you hunt it?"
Piccolo fell on his face, "Your English needs serious work! A college is a big school for older students and Gohan wants me to help him find a suitable one. And since you're here, you gotta tag along."
"He is a scholar?"
"Brightest bastard I know. He must get it from his mother." Somehow Piccolo doubted that Gohan's genius genes came from the simple-minded Goku.
"He must study lots!"
"Oh yeah." Piccolo couldn't understand why it was so easy to open up to Deshee but here he was carrying on a full-fledged conversation with a stranger when he barely spoke more than a few sentences to Gohan at a time, yet he still continued. "His mom practically chains him to his desk. That's why his fighting skills are starting to suck."
"I fight!"
"You?"
"Yes!"
"Show me." He stood in a mock fighter's stance in an attempt to patronize the young girl.
"No," she frowned, "You come at me!"
The green man smirked with amusement, 'Ah, a little punch won't be so bad for her,' he reasoned, taking off at lightening speed. Piccolo rushed Deshee with an extended fist but, seeing his form within seconds, the girl was able to snatch his wrist in her paw and jerked it downward. The stunned warrior flipped as a result and landed flat on his back. The half Janjin- kee merely threw his hand to the ground, as he lay there bewildered and stupefied.
"Well, what other secrets you got locked up in that head of yours?" he panted.
"I study!"
"You?.... Oie, I'll believe you this time."
"My mother used to teach me about great philosophers, Dante and Voltaire. Sciences like Archemedes, Kepler and Brahe, Galileo, Newton. I know math and she was teach me English before she died."
The demon felt a lump form in his throat, "I'm sorry to hear that." His pride took the backseat when he saw the sorrow in Deshee's eyes.
"I am sorry too." Tears dripped from her oddly colored eyes and she rubbed her nose. "I just miss her so much."
Piccolo helped her to her feet gently, "C'mon kid, let's go."