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do however, own Sakura and if you wish to use her in a story please ask
first. I also have made up him and Mr. and Mrs. Cosa. Those, as well as
any other character(s) I have created from my sick and twisted mind please
ask before you use them. Have a nice day!
Namekian Angel Chapter 2 Moment
"So that is how the system will work. We will need more technical engineers and supervisors. And-" the lavender headed man stopped in mid sentence when he saw Piccolo floating outside of the window in the hallway outside the boardroom.
"Trunks?" a woman asked. She looked in the direction he was looking in.
"Piccolo?" she walked towards the door and opened it for the tall Namekian. She saw the woman in his arms and seemed puzzled as to why Piccolo, of all beings, would be here. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"Bulma, do you have a medical facility?" he asked. The woman standing with the door open noticed the fear and worry in his voice, fear that he never had shown before.
"Yes, Trunks I need you to get your father." She said, as she never took her eyes off the namekian woman. She directed Piccolo out of the door and down the hall.
"Everyone, this meeting will be rescheduled. I will call you as soon as I can." Trunks said as fast as he could. He ran out of the door and caught up with his mother. What room will you be in?" he asked as he ran next to his mother. Piccolo flew behind them; he didn't want to disturb her sleeping body.
"Room 14." Bulma answered as she turned to the medical facilities. Trunks lifted his feet and flew to where his father was.
"Dad," Trunks shouted, "Dad!" he shouted again as he opened the door to the Gravitational Room. Trunks had to dive to the ground as a small ball of energy flew past his ear.
"What now?" Vegeta asked. Trunks had to stifle his laugh as he told his sayian father why he was here.
"Mom wants you in the Medical Facilities ASAP."
"Why?" Vegeta asked with the classic smirk on his face.
"Oh God Dad, not that," Trunks said as his mind filled with horrifying images. "You love to torture your children, don't you?"
"Call it a hobby." Vegeta said as he left the Gravitational Room.
Piccolo followed Bulma into a bare white room. It only had the essentials; a perfectly made bed with crisp clean sheets. He could still smell the detergent from the wash. A heart monitor was on the side furthest from him and an IV stand on the other. A wooden bookshelf was placed under the window which shown a bright, sunny day.
He walked toward the bed as Bulma grabbed a hospital gown from the cabinet outside the door. She shuffled around the room and turned down the sheets.
"I need you to get her into this gown." She said. He looked at the woman in his arms.
"Fine." He spoke softly. "Why do you need Vegeta here?" he asked as he laid her on the bed. Her cloths looked odd in a way. She wore a long, flowing, hooded robe. Under that robe, she wore clothes that covered her whole body. Long sleeves, long skirt, she wore gloves and even high water boots. The only part of her body that was not covered was her beautiful, slender face.
He changed her into the hospital gown carefully as if she were to break. She needed the rest anyways. After she was dressed he covered her in a blanket and sat down in the nearest chair. He thought about many things. He wondered what distant planet she came from. He pondered how she would have grown up. He contemplated about how...she survived.
"I'm curious," Bulma inquired. "Is she the only one? Or are there others?"
He knew precisely what she meant. Nameks were an asexual race, so there were no women...until now. The offspring of Namekian men were born out of eggs. Then the "father's" would remain near the egg, shielding it, for about one year. Then leave the offspring to themselves.
"There was this prophecy I heard from Mr. Popo, he said that the only female Namekian would be set in a world not her own, that she would be raised in a world not ours. She would posses a beauty all her own, a love all her own, and change the world with it." He paused for a long time. Bulma had to listen to him intensely; she had never heard him speak in this manor. This was new to her, to him, to everyone.
"Wow." was all she could say. She didn't think that this could happen to the Namekian race. "So when did you find all this out?" She had to find out all she could about this.
"A couple of years ago, I was shocked when Mr. Popo told me."
"Does Dendae know?" she asked.
"No." he said blankly. "I still have to tell him, unless Mr. Popo told him already. What exactly would I say? Dendae, there is this female Namek on the Earth. How would he understand it?"
"I wouldn't know." She looked down at her shoes. Piccolo noticed it and slowly moved her face upwards.
"You don't need to worry, or be ashamed because of something you do not know. I may not know everything, but you know more than I. So don't be ashamed." She smiled to his charcoal eyes.
"Thanks."
Sakura then stirred. Piccolo quickly stood up and watched her movements. She rolled over so her back was to him. Then he heard it, not the crash of Trunks being impaled into a wall, but Sakura's voice. Her soft, gentle, yet broken voice.
"Dakeda," she spoke softly.
Vegeta then entered the room. Bulma just stared towards her husband's direction; lost in thought. She knew Piccolo never was a man for words, and that he never spoke of Namek.
"Dakeda," Vegeta spoke, he brought Bulma back to reality. "It's a race," Vegeta continued, "We were going to sell their planet after we defeated Freza, but..." his voice trailed off.
Piccolo then turned to Vegeta. "Can I talk to you later?" The nod from the sayian prince was a sufficient "yes."
Namekian Angel Chapter 2 Moment
"So that is how the system will work. We will need more technical engineers and supervisors. And-" the lavender headed man stopped in mid sentence when he saw Piccolo floating outside of the window in the hallway outside the boardroom.
"Trunks?" a woman asked. She looked in the direction he was looking in.
"Piccolo?" she walked towards the door and opened it for the tall Namekian. She saw the woman in his arms and seemed puzzled as to why Piccolo, of all beings, would be here. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"Bulma, do you have a medical facility?" he asked. The woman standing with the door open noticed the fear and worry in his voice, fear that he never had shown before.
"Yes, Trunks I need you to get your father." She said, as she never took her eyes off the namekian woman. She directed Piccolo out of the door and down the hall.
"Everyone, this meeting will be rescheduled. I will call you as soon as I can." Trunks said as fast as he could. He ran out of the door and caught up with his mother. What room will you be in?" he asked as he ran next to his mother. Piccolo flew behind them; he didn't want to disturb her sleeping body.
"Room 14." Bulma answered as she turned to the medical facilities. Trunks lifted his feet and flew to where his father was.
"Dad," Trunks shouted, "Dad!" he shouted again as he opened the door to the Gravitational Room. Trunks had to dive to the ground as a small ball of energy flew past his ear.
"What now?" Vegeta asked. Trunks had to stifle his laugh as he told his sayian father why he was here.
"Mom wants you in the Medical Facilities ASAP."
"Why?" Vegeta asked with the classic smirk on his face.
"Oh God Dad, not that," Trunks said as his mind filled with horrifying images. "You love to torture your children, don't you?"
"Call it a hobby." Vegeta said as he left the Gravitational Room.
Piccolo followed Bulma into a bare white room. It only had the essentials; a perfectly made bed with crisp clean sheets. He could still smell the detergent from the wash. A heart monitor was on the side furthest from him and an IV stand on the other. A wooden bookshelf was placed under the window which shown a bright, sunny day.
He walked toward the bed as Bulma grabbed a hospital gown from the cabinet outside the door. She shuffled around the room and turned down the sheets.
"I need you to get her into this gown." She said. He looked at the woman in his arms.
"Fine." He spoke softly. "Why do you need Vegeta here?" he asked as he laid her on the bed. Her cloths looked odd in a way. She wore a long, flowing, hooded robe. Under that robe, she wore clothes that covered her whole body. Long sleeves, long skirt, she wore gloves and even high water boots. The only part of her body that was not covered was her beautiful, slender face.
He changed her into the hospital gown carefully as if she were to break. She needed the rest anyways. After she was dressed he covered her in a blanket and sat down in the nearest chair. He thought about many things. He wondered what distant planet she came from. He pondered how she would have grown up. He contemplated about how...she survived.
"I'm curious," Bulma inquired. "Is she the only one? Or are there others?"
He knew precisely what she meant. Nameks were an asexual race, so there were no women...until now. The offspring of Namekian men were born out of eggs. Then the "father's" would remain near the egg, shielding it, for about one year. Then leave the offspring to themselves.
"There was this prophecy I heard from Mr. Popo, he said that the only female Namekian would be set in a world not her own, that she would be raised in a world not ours. She would posses a beauty all her own, a love all her own, and change the world with it." He paused for a long time. Bulma had to listen to him intensely; she had never heard him speak in this manor. This was new to her, to him, to everyone.
"Wow." was all she could say. She didn't think that this could happen to the Namekian race. "So when did you find all this out?" She had to find out all she could about this.
"A couple of years ago, I was shocked when Mr. Popo told me."
"Does Dendae know?" she asked.
"No." he said blankly. "I still have to tell him, unless Mr. Popo told him already. What exactly would I say? Dendae, there is this female Namek on the Earth. How would he understand it?"
"I wouldn't know." She looked down at her shoes. Piccolo noticed it and slowly moved her face upwards.
"You don't need to worry, or be ashamed because of something you do not know. I may not know everything, but you know more than I. So don't be ashamed." She smiled to his charcoal eyes.
"Thanks."
Sakura then stirred. Piccolo quickly stood up and watched her movements. She rolled over so her back was to him. Then he heard it, not the crash of Trunks being impaled into a wall, but Sakura's voice. Her soft, gentle, yet broken voice.
"Dakeda," she spoke softly.
Vegeta then entered the room. Bulma just stared towards her husband's direction; lost in thought. She knew Piccolo never was a man for words, and that he never spoke of Namek.
"Dakeda," Vegeta spoke, he brought Bulma back to reality. "It's a race," Vegeta continued, "We were going to sell their planet after we defeated Freza, but..." his voice trailed off.
Piccolo then turned to Vegeta. "Can I talk to you later?" The nod from the sayian prince was a sufficient "yes."