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Namekian Angel Chapter 3 Kamiccolo Damio
Piccolo sat outside the door of Sakura's room. He listened intensively to her breathing.
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
It was as if her breath was a melody, some ancient melody. She, a woman, a prophecy, to a civilization of men. He wondered what her name was. . . . . . . . .but what was it?
"Vegeta, what did you mean when you said 'after we defeated Freza'?" Bulma asked as she searched through her dresser for pajamas.
"Well, you know that when King Ve-my father had died when he was on his way to kill Freza, right?"
"Yes," she said and sat down on the bed. She listened to her husband's every single word, soaking every moment. She loved hearing about the sayian race. It intrigued her.
"If my father had succeeded, then he and I were going to go to the Dakeda planet and..." his voice trailed off. Bulma frowned when he stopped speaking. Vegeta sighed and then continued, "exterminate them."
Their was dead silence. Then Bulma spoke, "How did you stand killing people?"
His words were spaced, "I. . .don't. . .know." Bulma barely saw the look on his face through the room. He was staring out of the opened window. He looked exceedingly humble. This was one of the rare times she knew, with every fiber in her body, why she married him. She loved him. She smiled again.
"Don't worry about it too much. Although, you're cute when you worry." He winced at the word 'cute.' She quickly kissed him good night and went to bed. Vegeta saw Bulma lie down and felt tired. He crawled into bed then kissed his wife gently on her forehead. He pulled the covers over his firm body and went to sleep.
Dendae had dreamt about her sleeping form. She was so beautiful. Her emerald skin was flawless. Her beauty was unmatched. However, she was only a dream; or was she?
Piccolo never left her side and then felt her heart race faster. He could tell she was having a nightmare. "Miss?" Piccolo said as he prodded her side. She rolled away from him.
He was in her head. His hands were on her body. His lips crushed against hers. HIM. . . . . .HIM
"STOP!" She screamed as she bolted upright. Her heart was pounding. Perspiration was dripping down her cheek. Her breath was faster than normal. She was terrified of. . .him.
"Are you alright?" Piccolo asked. She jumped at his voice. She remembered hearing it. "It's alright."
When she looked at him, she seemed mesmerized by his features. He looked similar to her. He had the same emerald skin; she then wanted to know exactly what her face looked like. She wanted to see her eyes, her lips, and her features. What did she look like through the eyes of someone else's eyes?
"Who are you?" she asked with a Dakedarian accent. Her heart wasn't filled so much with fear as it was with wonder. She was seeing her mirror image.
"My name is Pic-"he cut himself off and spoke his real name, "My name is Kamiccolo Damio." She recognized it from somewhere, but where? She repeated it a few times before she looked away from him.
"My name is Sakura." She said soullessly. She had to ask what was on her mind, even if she didn't trust him. "How come you look like me?"
"Because we are both Namekian." He noticed the look of confusion on her face.
Bulma then burst into the room. Her robe was shabbily tied. At least it was tied. Sakura seemed startled at the site of the blue haired woman, but she felt as though she could trust this woman. "What, what happened?!" She was, obviously, very confused.
"I just hade a nightmare. That is all."
"Oh, I'm glad you're okay." Bulma said, wiping her brow. "Just don't scare me like that." She added.
"My apologies."
"No apologies necessary, but I have to go now. I'm sorry." Piccolo had to roll his eyes.
"Okay." Sakura said as Bulma took her hastily leave. Piccolo turned to meet Sakura's eyes. They were beautiful and full of confusion, wonder, worry, and fear. Why is she so scared? Piccolo thought to himself. He had to tell her that she would be all right.
"Umm, I don't know why you're here but I don't intend to harm you. I want to help you any way that I can." He is so sincere. She thought to herself.
"Why, why do you desire to assist me?"
"Because, well I just want to help you. Can I explain tomorrow when everyone has enough rest?"
"No, I do not mind if you clarify my questions tomorrow."
"Thank you. I will be here early tomorrow morning."
"I should be the one to be thankful, not you."
"Goodnight."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
(: Aw
Namekian Angel Chapter 3 Kamiccolo Damio
Piccolo sat outside the door of Sakura's room. He listened intensively to her breathing.
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
It was as if her breath was a melody, some ancient melody. She, a woman, a prophecy, to a civilization of men. He wondered what her name was. . . . . . . . .but what was it?
"Vegeta, what did you mean when you said 'after we defeated Freza'?" Bulma asked as she searched through her dresser for pajamas.
"Well, you know that when King Ve-my father had died when he was on his way to kill Freza, right?"
"Yes," she said and sat down on the bed. She listened to her husband's every single word, soaking every moment. She loved hearing about the sayian race. It intrigued her.
"If my father had succeeded, then he and I were going to go to the Dakeda planet and..." his voice trailed off. Bulma frowned when he stopped speaking. Vegeta sighed and then continued, "exterminate them."
Their was dead silence. Then Bulma spoke, "How did you stand killing people?"
His words were spaced, "I. . .don't. . .know." Bulma barely saw the look on his face through the room. He was staring out of the opened window. He looked exceedingly humble. This was one of the rare times she knew, with every fiber in her body, why she married him. She loved him. She smiled again.
"Don't worry about it too much. Although, you're cute when you worry." He winced at the word 'cute.' She quickly kissed him good night and went to bed. Vegeta saw Bulma lie down and felt tired. He crawled into bed then kissed his wife gently on her forehead. He pulled the covers over his firm body and went to sleep.
Dendae had dreamt about her sleeping form. She was so beautiful. Her emerald skin was flawless. Her beauty was unmatched. However, she was only a dream; or was she?
Piccolo never left her side and then felt her heart race faster. He could tell she was having a nightmare. "Miss?" Piccolo said as he prodded her side. She rolled away from him.
He was in her head. His hands were on her body. His lips crushed against hers. HIM. . . . . .HIM
"STOP!" She screamed as she bolted upright. Her heart was pounding. Perspiration was dripping down her cheek. Her breath was faster than normal. She was terrified of. . .him.
"Are you alright?" Piccolo asked. She jumped at his voice. She remembered hearing it. "It's alright."
When she looked at him, she seemed mesmerized by his features. He looked similar to her. He had the same emerald skin; she then wanted to know exactly what her face looked like. She wanted to see her eyes, her lips, and her features. What did she look like through the eyes of someone else's eyes?
"Who are you?" she asked with a Dakedarian accent. Her heart wasn't filled so much with fear as it was with wonder. She was seeing her mirror image.
"My name is Pic-"he cut himself off and spoke his real name, "My name is Kamiccolo Damio." She recognized it from somewhere, but where? She repeated it a few times before she looked away from him.
"My name is Sakura." She said soullessly. She had to ask what was on her mind, even if she didn't trust him. "How come you look like me?"
"Because we are both Namekian." He noticed the look of confusion on her face.
Bulma then burst into the room. Her robe was shabbily tied. At least it was tied. Sakura seemed startled at the site of the blue haired woman, but she felt as though she could trust this woman. "What, what happened?!" She was, obviously, very confused.
"I just hade a nightmare. That is all."
"Oh, I'm glad you're okay." Bulma said, wiping her brow. "Just don't scare me like that." She added.
"My apologies."
"No apologies necessary, but I have to go now. I'm sorry." Piccolo had to roll his eyes.
"Okay." Sakura said as Bulma took her hastily leave. Piccolo turned to meet Sakura's eyes. They were beautiful and full of confusion, wonder, worry, and fear. Why is she so scared? Piccolo thought to himself. He had to tell her that she would be all right.
"Umm, I don't know why you're here but I don't intend to harm you. I want to help you any way that I can." He is so sincere. She thought to herself.
"Why, why do you desire to assist me?"
"Because, well I just want to help you. Can I explain tomorrow when everyone has enough rest?"
"No, I do not mind if you clarify my questions tomorrow."
"Thank you. I will be here early tomorrow morning."
"I should be the one to be thankful, not you."
"Goodnight."
"Huh?"
"Never mind."
(: Aw