DISCLAMER: I do not own any Dragonball Z, it is owned by Akira Toriyama. I
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! ((: This is my favorite
chapter.)
Namekian Angel Chapter 6 Meditation
"Are you all right?" Bulma asked.
"Yes, Miss Bulma. I am fine."
"Do you need anything?"
"No." I answered.
"I was wondering have you met Dendae?" She asked. Whoever this was she sounded like she was hinting something to me.
"Who?"
"Dendae," she paused, "he's Namekian too." She smiled oddly, as if she wanted me to meet him. I turned my head and spoke, slowly, softly, and to myself.
"Dendae." I wondered who this 'Dendae' was.
He heard her speak his name. He heard her sleep that night. He heard her heartbeat change. He felt her ki change. He felt as though he could hear her thoughts, and see her dreams.
"Does this 'Dendae' look like Kamiccolo Damio?"
"Yes, all Namekians look the same. They all have green skin, antennas, and with the exception of you, they all have no hair." Miss Bulma said cheerily.
I sat their in thought. I closed my eyes. The darkness overcame me. I was floating. How, I do not know? I just knew that my body was not touching the bed. I kept floating but then I was not a part of my body anymore. I was air. I was energy.
Sakura
I tried to speak but my voice would not sound. I tried to find my body. It was not there. I was fearful. I wanted to feel solid again, but I could not. Had my body disappeared? Had it never been there?
Sakura
I finally felt my spirit penetrate my body. I was home. My ears were beginning to throb. Numbness was spreading through my entire body, then pain. Did I really feel all of this? Was this actually happening?
SAKURA!
Someone screamed. They seemed scared. I felt someone's hands gripping my arms. I fisted my hands. No, not 'Him'. Never. My fear had risen. My heart raced faster. I felt my lips move.
"Get...your...hands...off...me..."
Slowly the arms lessened their grip, until they were no longer there.
"Doena coteshato mezi, shzeda..."
What? What words were these?
"SHZEDA. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." the word became a part of me. -------- I awoke to find my face to a violet cloth. It was wet with my tears. I could hear their heartbeat from the other side of that cloth. I just listened. It was all I could do. My strength had left me. I could hear the air enter and escape their lungs. The air vibrated their vocal chords and produced a low, raspy sound.
"Sakura?" He whispered. I shut my eyes as tight as I could so I would still seem asleep.
I don't know what came over me, but I had to know. I kept my eyes shut as I whispered my question.
"Kamiccolo, why do you care so much for a stranger?"
Silence
I slowly opened my eyes and moved my head so I could see his face.
Still...silence
He inhaled deeply.
"It's," he paused, "complicated."
I tried to look at his eyes but he would not face me. I observed the tear that had escaped him. It trickled down his face.
He pushed my face back to where it was when I awoke. I did not speak any longer. He said one thing before I fell back into a slumber: "Shzeda."
It was Kamiccolo who tried to wake me. It was Kamiccolo who cared. It was Kamiccolo who saved me...and my spirit.
Namekian Angel Chapter 6 Meditation
"Are you all right?" Bulma asked.
"Yes, Miss Bulma. I am fine."
"Do you need anything?"
"No." I answered.
"I was wondering have you met Dendae?" She asked. Whoever this was she sounded like she was hinting something to me.
"Who?"
"Dendae," she paused, "he's Namekian too." She smiled oddly, as if she wanted me to meet him. I turned my head and spoke, slowly, softly, and to myself.
"Dendae." I wondered who this 'Dendae' was.
He heard her speak his name. He heard her sleep that night. He heard her heartbeat change. He felt her ki change. He felt as though he could hear her thoughts, and see her dreams.
"Does this 'Dendae' look like Kamiccolo Damio?"
"Yes, all Namekians look the same. They all have green skin, antennas, and with the exception of you, they all have no hair." Miss Bulma said cheerily.
I sat their in thought. I closed my eyes. The darkness overcame me. I was floating. How, I do not know? I just knew that my body was not touching the bed. I kept floating but then I was not a part of my body anymore. I was air. I was energy.
Sakura
I tried to speak but my voice would not sound. I tried to find my body. It was not there. I was fearful. I wanted to feel solid again, but I could not. Had my body disappeared? Had it never been there?
Sakura
I finally felt my spirit penetrate my body. I was home. My ears were beginning to throb. Numbness was spreading through my entire body, then pain. Did I really feel all of this? Was this actually happening?
SAKURA!
Someone screamed. They seemed scared. I felt someone's hands gripping my arms. I fisted my hands. No, not 'Him'. Never. My fear had risen. My heart raced faster. I felt my lips move.
"Get...your...hands...off...me..."
Slowly the arms lessened their grip, until they were no longer there.
"Doena coteshato mezi, shzeda..."
What? What words were these?
"SHZEDA. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." the word became a part of me. -------- I awoke to find my face to a violet cloth. It was wet with my tears. I could hear their heartbeat from the other side of that cloth. I just listened. It was all I could do. My strength had left me. I could hear the air enter and escape their lungs. The air vibrated their vocal chords and produced a low, raspy sound.
"Sakura?" He whispered. I shut my eyes as tight as I could so I would still seem asleep.
I don't know what came over me, but I had to know. I kept my eyes shut as I whispered my question.
"Kamiccolo, why do you care so much for a stranger?"
Silence
I slowly opened my eyes and moved my head so I could see his face.
Still...silence
He inhaled deeply.
"It's," he paused, "complicated."
I tried to look at his eyes but he would not face me. I observed the tear that had escaped him. It trickled down his face.
He pushed my face back to where it was when I awoke. I did not speak any longer. He said one thing before I fell back into a slumber: "Shzeda."
It was Kamiccolo who tried to wake me. It was Kamiccolo who cared. It was Kamiccolo who saved me...and my spirit.