"Videl, I'm of!"
"Alright Gohan, take care!"
"Will do! I'll be back in a few hours!"
He closed the door behind him and flew of. It was great to be flying again. Not that he didn't fly anymore. Oh no, he flew to his work every day. But this was different. He didn't have to watch his clothes or his hair now. Freedom.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He screamed with pure joy when he increased his speed. Laughing out loud, he did loops, corkscrews and barrel rolls. He hadn't felt this free in years. Of course, he had Videl, but that was different. Alone, flying in the sky, going to see his old mentor, and no mother to tell you to do this or to forbid that. It was great. And he couldn't wait for tomorrow. The looks on their faces when he told them the news would be priceless. The only thing that worried him a bit was how his mother would react. But that was a problem for tomorrow. First he had to find Piccolo.
He touched down in a dusty canyon. Finding Piccolo was harder then he first thought. For the past few months, Piccolo had been hanging out in this area. Which was strange, because this was far from his usual places. And he was suppressing his Ki. He obviously didn't want to be found. To bad for Piccolo, for he intended to find him. Even if he had to do it the old fashioned way. He'd just search the whole area. Quietly. Yelling Piccolo's name wasn't a good idea. Getting yelled out of his meditation was a great way to piss Piccolo of.
He was about to search the canyon when something hit him like a Ki blast. The smell of food. Delicious food. His stomach rumbled. Loudly.
"Alright, alright, I'll go and take a look at that food." He said, patting his stomach.
The delicious smell came from within a cave. He walked over and knocked on the animal skins hanging in the cave mouth.
"Hello? Anybody home?"
No reply.
"Hello?"
There was no one home. He didn't want to enter somebody's house without his or her permission, but the food smelled so good! And he was so hungry. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure there was no one around before he pulled the skins aside and stepped into the cave. The skins blocked out most of the light. He couldn't see much. Taking a few more steps inside, he bumped his head against something. It was a clay lamp, filled with animal fat. He lighted it with his Ki. The lamp hardly gave any light, but it was enough to see what his nose had told him the moment he had stepped inside. Food. A pot filled with stew was simmering on hot coals. It smelled so good that he could feel his mouth water. He picked up the spoon that was lying next to the pot and stirred the stew. Eating other people's food was very rude. But he was so hungry. The owner wouldn't notice one bite.
"Put the spoon down. Slowly."
Cold and sharp metal against his throat. He dropped the spoon and slowly raised his hands to show the person that he meant no harm. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could see the tip of a one edged blade.
"Turn round. Nice and slow."
He rose and slowly turned round, hands still raised. All through the movements, the blade never let his throat. The person was keeping a firm pressure, but at the same time made sure that he didn't get cut. Having turned completely round, he looked down the length of a Katana into a pair of bleu eyes.
"Out. Now. And no sudden movements."
He began to carefully walk sideways. The bleu eyes never left his black ones. As soon as he was outside, he saw the strange appearance of his attacker. It wasn't a man as he had first thought when hearing the voice, but a girl. And a strange one at that. Her hair was completely white, and her ears were pointed. She was seizing him up as if she was trying to determine how much of a threat he was. And he probably was a big threat if he wanted to be one. She wasn't human, but he was sure that she would be no match for his Sayain power. But then again, looks can be deceiving. Better use violence as a last resort. He opened his mouth to say something, but the girl forestalled him. She took the blade away from his throat, but didn't put it in the scabbard that was hanging on her back.
"Tell me. What are you doing here, right in the middle of nowhere. Besides eating my food."
A smile appeared in the girl's eyes at the last statement. He embarrassedly scratched his head.
"I'm sorry about your food. But I was really hungry."
"Hungry huh. Well. You look very well fed to me. And non-to poor too. Now tell me. What is a well fed and well dressed man like yourself doing here."
"This might be a bit hard to believe."
"Try me. I believe a lot more then you think."
"All right then. I'm looking for someone. He has to be round here."
"There is only one other person round here besides me. I don't think it's likely that you are looking for him. Unless."
She tilted her head a bit and gave him a thoughtful look. Curious, he asked:
"Unless what?"
"My apologies. I haven't talked to a person in a long time. I must learn to finish my sentences. What I meant is that it IS likely that you are looking for this person. You are not a normal scholar. There is a warrior hidden under those clothes."
There was even more to this girl than he thought. She knew his true nature. A nature that he could never be rid of. His Saiyan blood wouldn't let him.
"Maybe there is. But are you sure we are talking about the same person here? It seems unlikely to me that you know him."
"No, we are talking about the same person. You are looking for Piccolo."
"Yes. Yes I am. But how do you know him?"
"That's a very long story. Come. I'll show you where Piccolo usually meditates."
"Thank you. That is very kind of you. But please. Tell me how you met him. I would very much like to hear that story."
"Alright. It happened about five months ago."
"So he dumped me here saying it was a part of my training. I haven't really spoken to him since. And that is how I met Piccolo."
They had been walking through the woods form almost half an hour. The girl had told him how she had met Piccolo. It was a strange tale. Who were the warriors? And why would Piccolo want to train her? It was so unlike him. She was still holding the Katana. He couldn't blame her that she didn't trust him. If what she had told him was true, then she had every reason to be weary.
Suddenly the trees ended and they walked into a clearing. A shallow lake lay before them, fed by a small stream. On the far end of the lake lay a vertical rock face. But there was no sign of Piccolo anywhere.
"Hm, he usually meditates round here. Guess he heard us coming with that sharp hearing of his and decided that he didn't want any company. Typical of him."
The girl looked round, brows furrowed.
"Now where can he be."
She clearly was annoyed at Piccolo's absence. Tapping the blade against her leg she walked round and half-heartedly checked the ground for tracks. Not finding any, she sat down on a rock and finally put the Katana in its scabbard.
"Are you certain that this is the place where Piccolo hangs out?"
His question startled her. Her time in the wilds clearly left its marks on her, for she jumped up and fell immediately into a defensive position, hand on the hilt of her Katana, before she realised that there was no threat. She blinked a few times then turned round.
"I'm sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry about. I was twice as jumpy after Piccolo dumped me in the wilds."
"He did this to you too?"
She turned back round again, a question in her eyes. He nodded.
"Yes. He did this to me too. I was just a small boy back then."
She had trusted him and told her his story. It was only fair that he would return that trust and tell her his story. He sat down on a rock.
"It all happened a long time ago. My father had just died and the earth was under a big threat."
".My father told Krillin not too kill Vegeta. Krillin called my father a."
He suddenly realised how late it was. He had told her far more then he intended to. She was a good listener. As soon as he'd started to talk, she'd sat down on the ground in front of him. She was silent all the time, only asking a few questions. It had actually been pleasant to tell her his story.
"Please continue. I would very much like to hear what happened next."
"No, I'm sorry. It's getting late and I should be getting home. And I still need to find Piccolo."
"Yes, the elusive Piccolo. He is around here. I'm sure of that. But as usual, he doesn't want to be found. And that calls me stubborn."
"If you see Piccolo, could you give him a message from me?"
"That wont be necessary. You can tell him yourself. Just give me a minute."
She stood up, took a deep breath and faced the lake. On the top of her lungs she screamed:
"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCOOOOOOOOOOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
Her voice echoed across the lake. After it died down, nothing happened for several seconds. He was just about to tell her that he'd come back another time, when there was rustling in the bushes. She gave him a mischievous grin and ran of. Looking back once, she yelled over her shoulder:
"That will be Piccolo! You two will manage without me. Please come back to visit me sometime. I would very much like to know how your story continues!"
She disappeared into the woods. The scraping of a throat made him spin round. Behind him stood Piccolo. He was looking very annoyed. His eyes were slits and he was staring at the place where she had disappeared into the woods.
"Piccolo. It had been a very long time."
Piccolo turned his gaze to him, his expression softening.
"It certainly has been. But tell me. What is so important that you have that little annoying brat yell me out of my meditation?"
He chuckled. Same old Piccolo. He'd never change. As annoyed as he might seem, his eyes betrayed that he was fond of the girl.
"It's a long story Piccolo. A lot of things have happened since we have last seen each other. I have lots to tell you."
Gohan started to tell Piccolo of all the things that happened. They were so concentrated, Gohan in telling, and Piccolo in listening, that they didn't notice the pair of bleu eyes looking at then from under a bush.
"Alright Gohan, take care!"
"Will do! I'll be back in a few hours!"
He closed the door behind him and flew of. It was great to be flying again. Not that he didn't fly anymore. Oh no, he flew to his work every day. But this was different. He didn't have to watch his clothes or his hair now. Freedom.
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He screamed with pure joy when he increased his speed. Laughing out loud, he did loops, corkscrews and barrel rolls. He hadn't felt this free in years. Of course, he had Videl, but that was different. Alone, flying in the sky, going to see his old mentor, and no mother to tell you to do this or to forbid that. It was great. And he couldn't wait for tomorrow. The looks on their faces when he told them the news would be priceless. The only thing that worried him a bit was how his mother would react. But that was a problem for tomorrow. First he had to find Piccolo.
He touched down in a dusty canyon. Finding Piccolo was harder then he first thought. For the past few months, Piccolo had been hanging out in this area. Which was strange, because this was far from his usual places. And he was suppressing his Ki. He obviously didn't want to be found. To bad for Piccolo, for he intended to find him. Even if he had to do it the old fashioned way. He'd just search the whole area. Quietly. Yelling Piccolo's name wasn't a good idea. Getting yelled out of his meditation was a great way to piss Piccolo of.
He was about to search the canyon when something hit him like a Ki blast. The smell of food. Delicious food. His stomach rumbled. Loudly.
"Alright, alright, I'll go and take a look at that food." He said, patting his stomach.
The delicious smell came from within a cave. He walked over and knocked on the animal skins hanging in the cave mouth.
"Hello? Anybody home?"
No reply.
"Hello?"
There was no one home. He didn't want to enter somebody's house without his or her permission, but the food smelled so good! And he was so hungry. Looking over his shoulder, he made sure there was no one around before he pulled the skins aside and stepped into the cave. The skins blocked out most of the light. He couldn't see much. Taking a few more steps inside, he bumped his head against something. It was a clay lamp, filled with animal fat. He lighted it with his Ki. The lamp hardly gave any light, but it was enough to see what his nose had told him the moment he had stepped inside. Food. A pot filled with stew was simmering on hot coals. It smelled so good that he could feel his mouth water. He picked up the spoon that was lying next to the pot and stirred the stew. Eating other people's food was very rude. But he was so hungry. The owner wouldn't notice one bite.
"Put the spoon down. Slowly."
Cold and sharp metal against his throat. He dropped the spoon and slowly raised his hands to show the person that he meant no harm. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could see the tip of a one edged blade.
"Turn round. Nice and slow."
He rose and slowly turned round, hands still raised. All through the movements, the blade never let his throat. The person was keeping a firm pressure, but at the same time made sure that he didn't get cut. Having turned completely round, he looked down the length of a Katana into a pair of bleu eyes.
"Out. Now. And no sudden movements."
He began to carefully walk sideways. The bleu eyes never left his black ones. As soon as he was outside, he saw the strange appearance of his attacker. It wasn't a man as he had first thought when hearing the voice, but a girl. And a strange one at that. Her hair was completely white, and her ears were pointed. She was seizing him up as if she was trying to determine how much of a threat he was. And he probably was a big threat if he wanted to be one. She wasn't human, but he was sure that she would be no match for his Sayain power. But then again, looks can be deceiving. Better use violence as a last resort. He opened his mouth to say something, but the girl forestalled him. She took the blade away from his throat, but didn't put it in the scabbard that was hanging on her back.
"Tell me. What are you doing here, right in the middle of nowhere. Besides eating my food."
A smile appeared in the girl's eyes at the last statement. He embarrassedly scratched his head.
"I'm sorry about your food. But I was really hungry."
"Hungry huh. Well. You look very well fed to me. And non-to poor too. Now tell me. What is a well fed and well dressed man like yourself doing here."
"This might be a bit hard to believe."
"Try me. I believe a lot more then you think."
"All right then. I'm looking for someone. He has to be round here."
"There is only one other person round here besides me. I don't think it's likely that you are looking for him. Unless."
She tilted her head a bit and gave him a thoughtful look. Curious, he asked:
"Unless what?"
"My apologies. I haven't talked to a person in a long time. I must learn to finish my sentences. What I meant is that it IS likely that you are looking for this person. You are not a normal scholar. There is a warrior hidden under those clothes."
There was even more to this girl than he thought. She knew his true nature. A nature that he could never be rid of. His Saiyan blood wouldn't let him.
"Maybe there is. But are you sure we are talking about the same person here? It seems unlikely to me that you know him."
"No, we are talking about the same person. You are looking for Piccolo."
"Yes. Yes I am. But how do you know him?"
"That's a very long story. Come. I'll show you where Piccolo usually meditates."
"Thank you. That is very kind of you. But please. Tell me how you met him. I would very much like to hear that story."
"Alright. It happened about five months ago."
"So he dumped me here saying it was a part of my training. I haven't really spoken to him since. And that is how I met Piccolo."
They had been walking through the woods form almost half an hour. The girl had told him how she had met Piccolo. It was a strange tale. Who were the warriors? And why would Piccolo want to train her? It was so unlike him. She was still holding the Katana. He couldn't blame her that she didn't trust him. If what she had told him was true, then she had every reason to be weary.
Suddenly the trees ended and they walked into a clearing. A shallow lake lay before them, fed by a small stream. On the far end of the lake lay a vertical rock face. But there was no sign of Piccolo anywhere.
"Hm, he usually meditates round here. Guess he heard us coming with that sharp hearing of his and decided that he didn't want any company. Typical of him."
The girl looked round, brows furrowed.
"Now where can he be."
She clearly was annoyed at Piccolo's absence. Tapping the blade against her leg she walked round and half-heartedly checked the ground for tracks. Not finding any, she sat down on a rock and finally put the Katana in its scabbard.
"Are you certain that this is the place where Piccolo hangs out?"
His question startled her. Her time in the wilds clearly left its marks on her, for she jumped up and fell immediately into a defensive position, hand on the hilt of her Katana, before she realised that there was no threat. She blinked a few times then turned round.
"I'm sorry."
"There is nothing to be sorry about. I was twice as jumpy after Piccolo dumped me in the wilds."
"He did this to you too?"
She turned back round again, a question in her eyes. He nodded.
"Yes. He did this to me too. I was just a small boy back then."
She had trusted him and told her his story. It was only fair that he would return that trust and tell her his story. He sat down on a rock.
"It all happened a long time ago. My father had just died and the earth was under a big threat."
".My father told Krillin not too kill Vegeta. Krillin called my father a."
He suddenly realised how late it was. He had told her far more then he intended to. She was a good listener. As soon as he'd started to talk, she'd sat down on the ground in front of him. She was silent all the time, only asking a few questions. It had actually been pleasant to tell her his story.
"Please continue. I would very much like to hear what happened next."
"No, I'm sorry. It's getting late and I should be getting home. And I still need to find Piccolo."
"Yes, the elusive Piccolo. He is around here. I'm sure of that. But as usual, he doesn't want to be found. And that calls me stubborn."
"If you see Piccolo, could you give him a message from me?"
"That wont be necessary. You can tell him yourself. Just give me a minute."
She stood up, took a deep breath and faced the lake. On the top of her lungs she screamed:
"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCOOOOOOOOOOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
Her voice echoed across the lake. After it died down, nothing happened for several seconds. He was just about to tell her that he'd come back another time, when there was rustling in the bushes. She gave him a mischievous grin and ran of. Looking back once, she yelled over her shoulder:
"That will be Piccolo! You two will manage without me. Please come back to visit me sometime. I would very much like to know how your story continues!"
She disappeared into the woods. The scraping of a throat made him spin round. Behind him stood Piccolo. He was looking very annoyed. His eyes were slits and he was staring at the place where she had disappeared into the woods.
"Piccolo. It had been a very long time."
Piccolo turned his gaze to him, his expression softening.
"It certainly has been. But tell me. What is so important that you have that little annoying brat yell me out of my meditation?"
He chuckled. Same old Piccolo. He'd never change. As annoyed as he might seem, his eyes betrayed that he was fond of the girl.
"It's a long story Piccolo. A lot of things have happened since we have last seen each other. I have lots to tell you."
Gohan started to tell Piccolo of all the things that happened. They were so concentrated, Gohan in telling, and Piccolo in listening, that they didn't notice the pair of bleu eyes looking at then from under a bush.