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A/N: Hi minna-san!! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Life just gettin' in the way again. Plus my computer's been on the fritz. And, this is really funny now (I emphasize the 'now'), I came home one day and guess what I saw? My dad taking the PC apart, fixing it. I nearly had a heart attack! But everything's OK now. Well nearly everything, but I don't want to bore you.
Ok, this chapter, and all chapters unless stated differently, will be in third-person 'cause writing the different POVs just wasn't working. I couldn't get as much detail in as I wanted, and I just really don't want to do it. ### = dream sequence. And I'm sure you're all smart enough to know what talking and thinking looks like. Well, I've wasted enough of your time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
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It was dark, all around me. I felt something in my hand, pulling me. It was Piccolo's hand. I looked up and there he was, dragging me behind him. 'What's going on?' We were running. But from what? We were running so fast I thought my legs would fall off. "Come on, run faster!!" Piccolo bellowed at me. I tried, but I was going so fast already I didn't think I could. 'What's happening, why are we running? Why does Piccolo look so scared? Where are we? Why are we in the dark? What are we running from?' So many questions filled my mind. Something really, really bad was happening, that's all I knew. 'Piccolo just doesn't get scared for no reason.' So I ran faster, partly because Piccolo had sped up and he was practically dragging me into the ongoing darkness. "Where are we going?" I said. "Somewhere far, far away." He said back. He said something else, but it was muffled.
It seemed as though we had been running forever. The endless dark didn't look like it was about to disappear anytime soon, but I trusted Piccolo. He wouldn't just lead us into a sea of black forever. He had to have a destination in mind. 'Yea, he knows where he's going.' I told myself. I didn't have much more time to think because Piccolo was just then jumped by a large shadow. Since we were running at such a fast rate, I went sprawling, momentum moving me to the side of Piccolo and the shadow. Another shadow creature appeared behind me and grabbed be from behind, pinning one arm behind my back, the other to my side with it's arm around my waist, preventing me from running to help him. I struggled hard, but the monster was much more powerful than I was. I looked to where the creature took Piccolo down. They were in a fierce battle, which Piccolo seemed to be losing. "Let me go!" I yelled, but to no avail. The shadow was like an iron statue. Piccolo had jabbed the creature he was fighting in the stomach and it fell to the ground, doubled over in pain. He was about to fire a ki blast at it when the shadow moved quickly behind him and hit him hard at the base of his neck. Piccolo cried out in pain and fell to the ground, not moving. "Piccolo, get up! Get up!!" I cried. I frantically tried to get away, but it's grip was like a vice. The shadow Piccolo had been fighting bent down and picked up his head, bringing his upper body up in a kneeling position. "Don't touch him!!!" I was mad, no, I was rageingly furious! I had to help him, I just had to! The shadow reached into his sleeve and pulled out a silver dagger with a ruby handle. "No!!!" Piccolo looked up at me with a pleading look in his eyes. ~ I'm sorry. ~ he mouthed. The shadow brought the blade to the right side of his neck. 'No, no, no, this can NOT be happening!!' He pressed the blade into Piccolo's emerald skin .............. and sliced it across his throat. Purple blood gushed from the veins in his neck. "PICCOLO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"NO!!" Colleen awoke with someone shaking her. It was Piccolo. "Piccolo?" She looked into his deep eyes, now filled with concern. "Are you all right? You were screaming in your sleep." 'It was just a dream. Thank God.' She let out a sigh of relief, her panting getting less frequent. "I'm fine." She replied. "Just a horrible, horrible nightmare. I'm OK." She wiped at her face. She'd been crying. She took a deep breath and held her head in her hands, sweeping them through her hair. Piccolo looked at her worriedly, making sure she didn't see him, of course. She had thoroughly scared him out of his sleep. One minute he's sleeping peacefully, the next she starts screaming and thrashing around nearly giving him a heart attack. He looked at her. She seemed calmer now. "Well, since we're both up, why don't we get started on your training." She looked at him like he had a squirrel on his head. "The suns' not even up yet!" "Do you want to go back to sleep?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Good point." She replied. She got up and started stretching. "You can't train in that." He said pointing to her ensemble. She looked down on herself. 'What's wrong with this.' She thought, but knew better than to argue. "Well then, what do you suggest I wear?" "I'll make you a gi like mine, without the pads and turban." "Could you make it red?" "Why do you care about the color?" 'This is the strangest girl I've met.' Piccolo thought. 'Then again, this is the only girl I've met, so they might all be like this.' "Purple's not my color. And make it tighter in the shirt for me than yours. I don't really care about the pants." This girl thought he was her tailor, didn't she? He placed a hand on her head, and vualla (A/N:I have no idea how to spell this), a nice red, tight shirted gi. 'Oh, he is so making more clothes for me.' she thought happily.
They went to a field not far from their camp where Piccolo had set up a large bonfire so they could see each other. "All right, first you learn how to harness and control your ki. Sit down." She complied and sat down Indian-style like him across from her. "Now relax. Look down into your being and find your energy. When you find it, bring it out through your hands like this." He put his large green hands out in front of him and a small yellow ball of energy formed in his hand. "Now you try." 'Here goes nothing.' She thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her hands went out in front of her and she started concentrating, searching for her hidden power. "Remember, relax." Listening to the deep baritones of Piccolo's voice helped a lot. His voice always calmed her. She concentrated harder and felt a tingling all over her body. 'Is this what ki feels like?' she thought. She found the focus point of the energy and tried harnessing it through her hands. Piccolo sat and watched as Colleen concentrated on the task he had given her. She looked peaceful, yet alert. He looked at her hands, and a little ball of red glow was starting to form. It shone bright and strong, like a red star. She opened her eyes to see the light in her hands, and a smirking Piccolo. "I did it. I did it!" "Don't get too excited, or you'll-" "Darned it." "lose it." She smiled so bright it might have outshone the fire. "I don't care if I lost it, I MADE IT!!!!!" "Well, you seem to have pretty good control, I've never seen anyone learn that fast." He was proud of her? This was too good to be true! She jumped up and hugged, that's right, hugged, him tightly around the neck. She quickly backed off and sweat dropped. "Sorry, I couldn't contain myself." Piccolo's eyes were a little wide from the shock of human contact that didn't hurt or break the skin like he was used to. "That's, uh, per-perfectly all right." He stuttered. He quickly got his composure back, though, 'Which is too bad 'cause he's so cute when he's caught off guard!' "OK, we start your flying lesson now." He stood up and walked over to Colleen. Then he wrapped both arms around her waist and lifted into the sky. Colleen blushed a nice shade of pink, then her brain got down from the high it received at his touch. 'He's teaching me how to fly, but lifting me into the sky.... OH NO!!!' "No, no, not this way! NOT THIS WAY!!!" They went higher and higher, Colleen panicking and hyperventilating all the way. Then Piccolo stopped the incline and they hovered in mid-air. "Ready to fly?" He asked. All the color vanished from Colleen's face, even her freckles could no longer be seen. She started shaking her head 'no', but when does Piccolo listen to her? He dropped her and she went plummeting down to Earth. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 'COME ON, FLY, FLY!!!!!!' She screamed in her mind. Her eyes had been closed since P-chan, the dear, dropped her. She made a chance look down; dinner plates were micro sized compared to how large her eyes bulged up to be. 'I WANT MY MOMMYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!' She started to concentrate, closing her eyes again. 'Fly, fly, come on fly!!' She was twenty feet from being a pancake when she slowed down and finally came to a stop. She didn't feel the wind flowing past her anymore, and she peeked open an eye. She was floating, she was really flying. "I'm alive." She said in a squeaky, shaky voice. "I'M ALIVE!!!!! HOLELLUJA!!!!!!!!!" Piccolo came down to her, chuckling, and stopped in front of her. That wasn't very smart. "Wow, you stopped yourself on the first try. I'm impressed." "YOU MANIACK!!!!!!!" Her hands immediately locked around his large neck shaking his head back and forth. "I COULD HAVE BEEN FLATTENED!!!!!!!" "Colleen...I...can't.....breath!" She stopped shaking him and blinked. His face was starting to turn a lovely violet. "Oops, hehe, sorry." She let his neck go, and he had hand prints on it. He took in large gasps of air. 'This girl is trying to kill me, I know it!' He took a few more breaths and looked over to her. She was smiling sheepishly, put her hand up, and wiggled her fingers in a small wave. "Hehehe, please don't kill me." "Oh, don't worry. Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, I'll get my revenge when we start sparring." He smiled evilly. She smiled again and started floating downward. Piccolo wasn't far behind. "Now, we spar." He said. He had a smile identical to that of the Cheshire cats'. 'This is not going to be fun.' Colleen thought.
Piccolo took his turban and cape off and threw them over his shoulder. He walked over to Colleen who was stretching. "Your hair's too long. I'll cut it." He went to grab her hair, but she spun around and grabbed her hair defensively behind her head. "You are not cutting my hair! I've been growing it this long for years, you're not touching it!" he sighed, annoyance fully present. This girl was so aggravating at times. "It will get in the way. Just let me cut it, okay?" "No, no way, not happening buster." His eye was starting to twitch. Colleen immediately recognized this as a bad sign. "Okay, just make me something to tie my hair back with. A scrunchie or something." "Scrunchie? What the hell is that?" How was he supposed to know what different hair products there were? He had no hair! "Um, it's a piece if cloth used to tie hair back." He looked at her quizzically. "Ugh, just let me rip off a piece of you cape off, all right?" He nodded and she went and ripped a strip of white cloth from the massive blanket of white. She tilted her head back and tied her hair back with it. "Okay, I'm ready." 'Or at least I hope so!' "We'll start with the basics. What fighting experience do you have?" Fighting experience? Her fighting experience? Ha! "Does beating up your little cousins and siblings, and hitting you in the face and strangling you count?" Piccolo face faulted. 'This is going to be a looooooong day!'
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The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon when they stopped sparring. Colleen wasn't half bad for a beginner. She landed a few punches. But Piccolo had only been teaching her offense so far. He figured defense would come in a week or two. After all, he didn't want to hurt her.
She had gone out looking for breakfast a few minutes ago. 'Now' Piccolo thought, 'some time to myself.' He started to meditate, a blue aura surrounding him. Colleen came back with an apple and saw him there meditating quietly. She decided to stay out of his way. She needed time to think any ways. She went over to a boulder and sat down. "Well, things could be worse. So I'm stuck here for at least 6 months. I'm with Piccolo. But I have to go home sometime. My family and friends need me, and I need them. I *will* find whoever sent me here. They must have incredible power to bring me here from the 'real world' through an e-mail. Why do I get the feeling that that is somehow connected to my dream?" Shuddered at the memory of it. She looked over toward Piccolo. "I will never let that happen." She said, and went back to eating and watching Piccolo meditate.
Little did they know someone was watching them.
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My plot is starting to unfold. Yes this DOES have a plot. Amazing! I'm probably not going to update for a while. I may be gone a long time. *big 'aw' from readers* I know, I shall miss you too. But why dampen the mood? I gave you a cliffhanger, why torture you more? REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!! I'll give you a candy bar!!
A/N: Hi minna-san!! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Life just gettin' in the way again. Plus my computer's been on the fritz. And, this is really funny now (I emphasize the 'now'), I came home one day and guess what I saw? My dad taking the PC apart, fixing it. I nearly had a heart attack! But everything's OK now. Well nearly everything, but I don't want to bore you.
Ok, this chapter, and all chapters unless stated differently, will be in third-person 'cause writing the different POVs just wasn't working. I couldn't get as much detail in as I wanted, and I just really don't want to do it. ### = dream sequence. And I'm sure you're all smart enough to know what talking and thinking looks like. Well, I've wasted enough of your time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
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It was dark, all around me. I felt something in my hand, pulling me. It was Piccolo's hand. I looked up and there he was, dragging me behind him. 'What's going on?' We were running. But from what? We were running so fast I thought my legs would fall off. "Come on, run faster!!" Piccolo bellowed at me. I tried, but I was going so fast already I didn't think I could. 'What's happening, why are we running? Why does Piccolo look so scared? Where are we? Why are we in the dark? What are we running from?' So many questions filled my mind. Something really, really bad was happening, that's all I knew. 'Piccolo just doesn't get scared for no reason.' So I ran faster, partly because Piccolo had sped up and he was practically dragging me into the ongoing darkness. "Where are we going?" I said. "Somewhere far, far away." He said back. He said something else, but it was muffled.
It seemed as though we had been running forever. The endless dark didn't look like it was about to disappear anytime soon, but I trusted Piccolo. He wouldn't just lead us into a sea of black forever. He had to have a destination in mind. 'Yea, he knows where he's going.' I told myself. I didn't have much more time to think because Piccolo was just then jumped by a large shadow. Since we were running at such a fast rate, I went sprawling, momentum moving me to the side of Piccolo and the shadow. Another shadow creature appeared behind me and grabbed be from behind, pinning one arm behind my back, the other to my side with it's arm around my waist, preventing me from running to help him. I struggled hard, but the monster was much more powerful than I was. I looked to where the creature took Piccolo down. They were in a fierce battle, which Piccolo seemed to be losing. "Let me go!" I yelled, but to no avail. The shadow was like an iron statue. Piccolo had jabbed the creature he was fighting in the stomach and it fell to the ground, doubled over in pain. He was about to fire a ki blast at it when the shadow moved quickly behind him and hit him hard at the base of his neck. Piccolo cried out in pain and fell to the ground, not moving. "Piccolo, get up! Get up!!" I cried. I frantically tried to get away, but it's grip was like a vice. The shadow Piccolo had been fighting bent down and picked up his head, bringing his upper body up in a kneeling position. "Don't touch him!!!" I was mad, no, I was rageingly furious! I had to help him, I just had to! The shadow reached into his sleeve and pulled out a silver dagger with a ruby handle. "No!!!" Piccolo looked up at me with a pleading look in his eyes. ~ I'm sorry. ~ he mouthed. The shadow brought the blade to the right side of his neck. 'No, no, no, this can NOT be happening!!' He pressed the blade into Piccolo's emerald skin .............. and sliced it across his throat. Purple blood gushed from the veins in his neck. "PICCOLO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"NO!!" Colleen awoke with someone shaking her. It was Piccolo. "Piccolo?" She looked into his deep eyes, now filled with concern. "Are you all right? You were screaming in your sleep." 'It was just a dream. Thank God.' She let out a sigh of relief, her panting getting less frequent. "I'm fine." She replied. "Just a horrible, horrible nightmare. I'm OK." She wiped at her face. She'd been crying. She took a deep breath and held her head in her hands, sweeping them through her hair. Piccolo looked at her worriedly, making sure she didn't see him, of course. She had thoroughly scared him out of his sleep. One minute he's sleeping peacefully, the next she starts screaming and thrashing around nearly giving him a heart attack. He looked at her. She seemed calmer now. "Well, since we're both up, why don't we get started on your training." She looked at him like he had a squirrel on his head. "The suns' not even up yet!" "Do you want to go back to sleep?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Good point." She replied. She got up and started stretching. "You can't train in that." He said pointing to her ensemble. She looked down on herself. 'What's wrong with this.' She thought, but knew better than to argue. "Well then, what do you suggest I wear?" "I'll make you a gi like mine, without the pads and turban." "Could you make it red?" "Why do you care about the color?" 'This is the strangest girl I've met.' Piccolo thought. 'Then again, this is the only girl I've met, so they might all be like this.' "Purple's not my color. And make it tighter in the shirt for me than yours. I don't really care about the pants." This girl thought he was her tailor, didn't she? He placed a hand on her head, and vualla (A/N:I have no idea how to spell this), a nice red, tight shirted gi. 'Oh, he is so making more clothes for me.' she thought happily.
They went to a field not far from their camp where Piccolo had set up a large bonfire so they could see each other. "All right, first you learn how to harness and control your ki. Sit down." She complied and sat down Indian-style like him across from her. "Now relax. Look down into your being and find your energy. When you find it, bring it out through your hands like this." He put his large green hands out in front of him and a small yellow ball of energy formed in his hand. "Now you try." 'Here goes nothing.' She thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her hands went out in front of her and she started concentrating, searching for her hidden power. "Remember, relax." Listening to the deep baritones of Piccolo's voice helped a lot. His voice always calmed her. She concentrated harder and felt a tingling all over her body. 'Is this what ki feels like?' she thought. She found the focus point of the energy and tried harnessing it through her hands. Piccolo sat and watched as Colleen concentrated on the task he had given her. She looked peaceful, yet alert. He looked at her hands, and a little ball of red glow was starting to form. It shone bright and strong, like a red star. She opened her eyes to see the light in her hands, and a smirking Piccolo. "I did it. I did it!" "Don't get too excited, or you'll-" "Darned it." "lose it." She smiled so bright it might have outshone the fire. "I don't care if I lost it, I MADE IT!!!!!" "Well, you seem to have pretty good control, I've never seen anyone learn that fast." He was proud of her? This was too good to be true! She jumped up and hugged, that's right, hugged, him tightly around the neck. She quickly backed off and sweat dropped. "Sorry, I couldn't contain myself." Piccolo's eyes were a little wide from the shock of human contact that didn't hurt or break the skin like he was used to. "That's, uh, per-perfectly all right." He stuttered. He quickly got his composure back, though, 'Which is too bad 'cause he's so cute when he's caught off guard!' "OK, we start your flying lesson now." He stood up and walked over to Colleen. Then he wrapped both arms around her waist and lifted into the sky. Colleen blushed a nice shade of pink, then her brain got down from the high it received at his touch. 'He's teaching me how to fly, but lifting me into the sky.... OH NO!!!' "No, no, not this way! NOT THIS WAY!!!" They went higher and higher, Colleen panicking and hyperventilating all the way. Then Piccolo stopped the incline and they hovered in mid-air. "Ready to fly?" He asked. All the color vanished from Colleen's face, even her freckles could no longer be seen. She started shaking her head 'no', but when does Piccolo listen to her? He dropped her and she went plummeting down to Earth. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 'COME ON, FLY, FLY!!!!!!' She screamed in her mind. Her eyes had been closed since P-chan, the dear, dropped her. She made a chance look down; dinner plates were micro sized compared to how large her eyes bulged up to be. 'I WANT MY MOMMYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!' She started to concentrate, closing her eyes again. 'Fly, fly, come on fly!!' She was twenty feet from being a pancake when she slowed down and finally came to a stop. She didn't feel the wind flowing past her anymore, and she peeked open an eye. She was floating, she was really flying. "I'm alive." She said in a squeaky, shaky voice. "I'M ALIVE!!!!! HOLELLUJA!!!!!!!!!" Piccolo came down to her, chuckling, and stopped in front of her. That wasn't very smart. "Wow, you stopped yourself on the first try. I'm impressed." "YOU MANIACK!!!!!!!" Her hands immediately locked around his large neck shaking his head back and forth. "I COULD HAVE BEEN FLATTENED!!!!!!!" "Colleen...I...can't.....breath!" She stopped shaking him and blinked. His face was starting to turn a lovely violet. "Oops, hehe, sorry." She let his neck go, and he had hand prints on it. He took in large gasps of air. 'This girl is trying to kill me, I know it!' He took a few more breaths and looked over to her. She was smiling sheepishly, put her hand up, and wiggled her fingers in a small wave. "Hehehe, please don't kill me." "Oh, don't worry. Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, I'll get my revenge when we start sparring." He smiled evilly. She smiled again and started floating downward. Piccolo wasn't far behind. "Now, we spar." He said. He had a smile identical to that of the Cheshire cats'. 'This is not going to be fun.' Colleen thought.
Piccolo took his turban and cape off and threw them over his shoulder. He walked over to Colleen who was stretching. "Your hair's too long. I'll cut it." He went to grab her hair, but she spun around and grabbed her hair defensively behind her head. "You are not cutting my hair! I've been growing it this long for years, you're not touching it!" he sighed, annoyance fully present. This girl was so aggravating at times. "It will get in the way. Just let me cut it, okay?" "No, no way, not happening buster." His eye was starting to twitch. Colleen immediately recognized this as a bad sign. "Okay, just make me something to tie my hair back with. A scrunchie or something." "Scrunchie? What the hell is that?" How was he supposed to know what different hair products there were? He had no hair! "Um, it's a piece if cloth used to tie hair back." He looked at her quizzically. "Ugh, just let me rip off a piece of you cape off, all right?" He nodded and she went and ripped a strip of white cloth from the massive blanket of white. She tilted her head back and tied her hair back with it. "Okay, I'm ready." 'Or at least I hope so!' "We'll start with the basics. What fighting experience do you have?" Fighting experience? Her fighting experience? Ha! "Does beating up your little cousins and siblings, and hitting you in the face and strangling you count?" Piccolo face faulted. 'This is going to be a looooooong day!'
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The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon when they stopped sparring. Colleen wasn't half bad for a beginner. She landed a few punches. But Piccolo had only been teaching her offense so far. He figured defense would come in a week or two. After all, he didn't want to hurt her.
She had gone out looking for breakfast a few minutes ago. 'Now' Piccolo thought, 'some time to myself.' He started to meditate, a blue aura surrounding him. Colleen came back with an apple and saw him there meditating quietly. She decided to stay out of his way. She needed time to think any ways. She went over to a boulder and sat down. "Well, things could be worse. So I'm stuck here for at least 6 months. I'm with Piccolo. But I have to go home sometime. My family and friends need me, and I need them. I *will* find whoever sent me here. They must have incredible power to bring me here from the 'real world' through an e-mail. Why do I get the feeling that that is somehow connected to my dream?" Shuddered at the memory of it. She looked over toward Piccolo. "I will never let that happen." She said, and went back to eating and watching Piccolo meditate.
Little did they know someone was watching them.
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My plot is starting to unfold. Yes this DOES have a plot. Amazing! I'm probably not going to update for a while. I may be gone a long time. *big 'aw' from readers* I know, I shall miss you too. But why dampen the mood? I gave you a cliffhanger, why torture you more? REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!! I'll give you a candy bar!!