CHAPTER 21
Gohan and Vegeta ducked behind a bush as they watched the beast god thrash around on the ground in pure frustration.
"Fuck THEM!!!!" he snarled as his claws dug three deep trenches into a tree trunk, "Where ARE they?"
Vegeta clenched his fists, preparing for the battle he was sure to face.
"MAJUNIA! If you do not return that BITCH, I'll have you both wishing you were DEAD!!!!"
Using telepathy the beast god contacted his warrior race with his mind "Haitsu, jaka na te waa! Neshee da ka ishte wat sa Majunia!" (Prepare the army immediately! I want them here tomorrow to kill Majunia!) he screamed his message aloud.
"That doesn't look good." Gohan whispered to the now growling Vegeta.
"You hear that Majunia??? My army will be here to destroy you by tomorrow!!!" Metshius continued to scream to the emptiness of the forest.
Gohan felt sweat trickle down the side of his face and he exchanged a panic-stricken glance with Vegeta.
"C'mon boy, let's attack him now!" the Prince snarled. Gohan gave a solemn nod before they both sprang up into a fighting stance, their muscles pulsing with adrenaline. Metshius turned toward the Saiya-jin warriors and sneered.
"Don't waste my time, children!" he snickered before releasing a ki blast at Vegeta, blasting him through a large tree truck.
"VEGETA!!!!!" Gohan screamed through the beast god's wicked laughter.
Turning a vicious glare onto Metshius, Gohan charged forward. Another malevolent grin spread across the evil god's face before he fazed out, leaving Gohan to bite the dust much as he had when Piccolo fooled him. Gohan skidded a good 20 feet through Metshius' illusion before coming to a stop, where he dragged his fingers through the moist soil in frustration.
"DAMMIT!!!!!!"
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Piccolo entered the main hall of the Tenkai and nodded to a worried Dende.
"Just get me a room, boy."
The guardian ran ahead and found his companion, Mr. Popo, who had already begun preparing food for the new guests.
"Just enough for Deshee and water for Piccolo will do, Mr. Popo. Thank you!"
As the water in the cooking pots began to boil, Dende left the kitchen and met up with Piccolo, who still held the unconscious Deshee.
"Poor creature." Dende frowned as he found a vacant room for the two.
Piccolo just grunted in irritation, placing Deshee's weak body on the bed. Solemnly he turned to Dende.
"I.I'm sure you know everything about Deshee and I.."
"Well, I am the guardian of the Earth, Piccolo, one would hope I would know my own planet by now," his smile was warm and inviting and stirred a feeling of comfort in the elder Namek's chest.
"I.I don't know what.what she thinks.how she feels."
Dende's eyes crinkled at the edges, a sign of his vastly growing supply of knowledge, as he watched a single tear escape Piccolo's grief- stricken eyes. Yet, just as quickly as it fell, it was quickly wiped away.
"I.I betrayed her in the most horrible-"
"No," Dende frowned, "You had no idea."
"I didn't even let her speak.to.to let her tell me otherwise."
"If she truly loves you, as I am quite certain she does, she will understand."
"I just don't want to lose her."
"Trust me, Piccolo, you won't."
Deshee tossed in her sleep, drawing the attention of the two Namekians.
"She awakes!" the younger Namek gasped.
Deshee's eyes fluttered open and she yelped softly before tears spilled forth, like some celestial dam had burst behind her auburn orbs. Piccolo resisted the urge to run over to the Janjin-kee and clutch her against his chest. That urge died instantly when her eyes met his.
"Jerk!"
"No, Deshee, please.please trust me. I made a huge mistake and I told you how sorry I was. I.I love you, kid.You know I do."
"Look in your heart," Dende coaxed.
Deshee was silent for a while; her breathing was steady and calm until she sucked in her breath sharply.
"You say you love me.What I say is.prove it."
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Gohan scrambled through the burnt bushes that still smoldered with smoke from Metshius' blast.
"Vegeta! Vegeta, where ARE you?!?" the young scholar screamed as he tripped again.
"Boy." came a meek voice a few yards to Gohan's right.
There, bent backward over a shattered tree stump, lay the Prince of all Saiya-jins with his neck askew.
"Oh, Vegeta! I think you've broken your neck!"
"You.You think," Vegeta spat. Not even a broken neck could tame his two-pronged tongue.
"I gotta do something." Gohan tried to recall something from all those Health books his brain had digested and came up with nothing.
"Get a Senzu, you damn idiot." came the raspy voice.
Gohan's head snapped up suddenly, "Right! I'll go to the Tenkai and get some from Korin!!!" the boy jumped to his feet in excitement before his face fell again, "But what about you, Vegeta? I can't just leave you here."
"I'll watch over him, child. And when you come back, we'll gather our forces for the next day to come."
Gohan whirled around in shock to see.. "Lord Raye-don!!!!"
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"I'm Henry the Eight I am, Henry the Eight I am, I am, same as the first, same as the first! I slept with the widow next door!."
Deshee crashed out of bed with laughter as Piccolo's baritone voice boomed the goofy ditty.
"That song must have been sung for Metshius!"
Piccolo smirked, "Have I proven myself yet? Or do I need to do an Irish jig along with it?"
"No, no, I trust you.please, no more singing!!!"
Piccolo pouted in mock-disappointment, "What? You don't think I could be a real singer?"
Peels of laughter echoed from the room and spread a smile across Dende's face as he walked along the corridors.
"No offense, Piccolo, but.Nooooooooo.."
"Well, I'm quite sorry but I already quit my day job, dammit! Ugh! Now that's enough of that! I'm so out of character it sickens me!!!" Piccolo grinned.
"Hey.Piccolo."
"Kid.Do you trust me?"
"Umm. yeah, why?"
"Close your eyes."
Deshee double-blinked, "What?"
"You said you trusted me.so.do it."
The Janjin-kee closed her eyes slowly, a skeptical look plastered to her features. A few seconds passed before she felt the warmth of Piccolo's lips against her own. The kiss was brief yet reassuring; then his mouth moved to her ear and whispered, "Ai shiteru." as his arms embraced her with all the ardor and fear that resided in his lonely heart.
Gohan and Vegeta ducked behind a bush as they watched the beast god thrash around on the ground in pure frustration.
"Fuck THEM!!!!" he snarled as his claws dug three deep trenches into a tree trunk, "Where ARE they?"
Vegeta clenched his fists, preparing for the battle he was sure to face.
"MAJUNIA! If you do not return that BITCH, I'll have you both wishing you were DEAD!!!!"
Using telepathy the beast god contacted his warrior race with his mind "Haitsu, jaka na te waa! Neshee da ka ishte wat sa Majunia!" (Prepare the army immediately! I want them here tomorrow to kill Majunia!) he screamed his message aloud.
"That doesn't look good." Gohan whispered to the now growling Vegeta.
"You hear that Majunia??? My army will be here to destroy you by tomorrow!!!" Metshius continued to scream to the emptiness of the forest.
Gohan felt sweat trickle down the side of his face and he exchanged a panic-stricken glance with Vegeta.
"C'mon boy, let's attack him now!" the Prince snarled. Gohan gave a solemn nod before they both sprang up into a fighting stance, their muscles pulsing with adrenaline. Metshius turned toward the Saiya-jin warriors and sneered.
"Don't waste my time, children!" he snickered before releasing a ki blast at Vegeta, blasting him through a large tree truck.
"VEGETA!!!!!" Gohan screamed through the beast god's wicked laughter.
Turning a vicious glare onto Metshius, Gohan charged forward. Another malevolent grin spread across the evil god's face before he fazed out, leaving Gohan to bite the dust much as he had when Piccolo fooled him. Gohan skidded a good 20 feet through Metshius' illusion before coming to a stop, where he dragged his fingers through the moist soil in frustration.
"DAMMIT!!!!!!"
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Piccolo entered the main hall of the Tenkai and nodded to a worried Dende.
"Just get me a room, boy."
The guardian ran ahead and found his companion, Mr. Popo, who had already begun preparing food for the new guests.
"Just enough for Deshee and water for Piccolo will do, Mr. Popo. Thank you!"
As the water in the cooking pots began to boil, Dende left the kitchen and met up with Piccolo, who still held the unconscious Deshee.
"Poor creature." Dende frowned as he found a vacant room for the two.
Piccolo just grunted in irritation, placing Deshee's weak body on the bed. Solemnly he turned to Dende.
"I.I'm sure you know everything about Deshee and I.."
"Well, I am the guardian of the Earth, Piccolo, one would hope I would know my own planet by now," his smile was warm and inviting and stirred a feeling of comfort in the elder Namek's chest.
"I.I don't know what.what she thinks.how she feels."
Dende's eyes crinkled at the edges, a sign of his vastly growing supply of knowledge, as he watched a single tear escape Piccolo's grief- stricken eyes. Yet, just as quickly as it fell, it was quickly wiped away.
"I.I betrayed her in the most horrible-"
"No," Dende frowned, "You had no idea."
"I didn't even let her speak.to.to let her tell me otherwise."
"If she truly loves you, as I am quite certain she does, she will understand."
"I just don't want to lose her."
"Trust me, Piccolo, you won't."
Deshee tossed in her sleep, drawing the attention of the two Namekians.
"She awakes!" the younger Namek gasped.
Deshee's eyes fluttered open and she yelped softly before tears spilled forth, like some celestial dam had burst behind her auburn orbs. Piccolo resisted the urge to run over to the Janjin-kee and clutch her against his chest. That urge died instantly when her eyes met his.
"Jerk!"
"No, Deshee, please.please trust me. I made a huge mistake and I told you how sorry I was. I.I love you, kid.You know I do."
"Look in your heart," Dende coaxed.
Deshee was silent for a while; her breathing was steady and calm until she sucked in her breath sharply.
"You say you love me.What I say is.prove it."
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Gohan scrambled through the burnt bushes that still smoldered with smoke from Metshius' blast.
"Vegeta! Vegeta, where ARE you?!?" the young scholar screamed as he tripped again.
"Boy." came a meek voice a few yards to Gohan's right.
There, bent backward over a shattered tree stump, lay the Prince of all Saiya-jins with his neck askew.
"Oh, Vegeta! I think you've broken your neck!"
"You.You think," Vegeta spat. Not even a broken neck could tame his two-pronged tongue.
"I gotta do something." Gohan tried to recall something from all those Health books his brain had digested and came up with nothing.
"Get a Senzu, you damn idiot." came the raspy voice.
Gohan's head snapped up suddenly, "Right! I'll go to the Tenkai and get some from Korin!!!" the boy jumped to his feet in excitement before his face fell again, "But what about you, Vegeta? I can't just leave you here."
"I'll watch over him, child. And when you come back, we'll gather our forces for the next day to come."
Gohan whirled around in shock to see.. "Lord Raye-don!!!!"
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"I'm Henry the Eight I am, Henry the Eight I am, I am, same as the first, same as the first! I slept with the widow next door!."
Deshee crashed out of bed with laughter as Piccolo's baritone voice boomed the goofy ditty.
"That song must have been sung for Metshius!"
Piccolo smirked, "Have I proven myself yet? Or do I need to do an Irish jig along with it?"
"No, no, I trust you.please, no more singing!!!"
Piccolo pouted in mock-disappointment, "What? You don't think I could be a real singer?"
Peels of laughter echoed from the room and spread a smile across Dende's face as he walked along the corridors.
"No offense, Piccolo, but.Nooooooooo.."
"Well, I'm quite sorry but I already quit my day job, dammit! Ugh! Now that's enough of that! I'm so out of character it sickens me!!!" Piccolo grinned.
"Hey.Piccolo."
"Kid.Do you trust me?"
"Umm. yeah, why?"
"Close your eyes."
Deshee double-blinked, "What?"
"You said you trusted me.so.do it."
The Janjin-kee closed her eyes slowly, a skeptical look plastered to her features. A few seconds passed before she felt the warmth of Piccolo's lips against her own. The kiss was brief yet reassuring; then his mouth moved to her ear and whispered, "Ai shiteru." as his arms embraced her with all the ardor and fear that resided in his lonely heart.