In Search of Amity
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Period 4
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"I promise I will give it back, just let me give it a few swings" Goten begged Trunks, trying to take the sword from his companions hands.
"Forget it Goten, this beauty responds only to me" Trunks pledges with an evil grin, posing with his chest out he clutched the sword with both hands, the blade placed beside his eye.
"Show off!" Bra called at him, utterly amused by her brother's attempts, as she giddily gathered all kinds of stones and plant samples from the lookout to test her grinding bowl.
Everyone's attention was captures when a low yet harmonic symphony passed through the air, they all turned toward the place where Piccolo sat and watched with interest.
With Dende by his side Piccolo tested out his gift, an unusually shaped woodwind instrument, a light watery blue in colour with a series of holes set in unusual places, nothing like an ordinary flute or trumped even.
"It is.. very acceptable" Piccolo confirmed, pulling his lips away from the mouthpiece he looked over the unusually shaped instrument, the sound was mildly related to a pan flute.
"Its called an 'alatso lorn', in namekian it means 'calm instrument'" Dende confirmed, admiring the elegantly shaped horn as Piccolo held it. He closed his eyes taking in a deep clean breath and then reopened them with a new calm in his eyes.
"It seems to have a very strong effect" Piccolo commented, lifting an eyebrow at Dendes quire actions.
Dende smirked, turning around he walked toward Gohan to see how he was doing with his gift, Meanwhile Piccolo had been keeping his eye upon her Savarna who was sitting on her own, he places the alatso lorn down on the ground gently before heading toward her.
Fiddling with the bracelet she didn't notice Piccolo approaching until he stopped directly beside her, kneeling down on one knee he draped his elbow over the back of her chair.
"It is a very thoughtful gift, you should (clears throat) be grateful," He told her, watching her almond shaped eyes that were focused upon the bracelet, she exhaled slowly into her chest and looked up at him.
"It is, but I think he just pulled it out of the bag without prioritizing it to me, he doesn't know how to treat people who deserve a lot more from him than what they have gotten" she uttered snobbishly tilting her chin up, yet keeping her eyes focused.
Piccolo raised an eyebrow ridge to her, his expression screaming 'you look ridiculous' to her, seeing this she tilted her chin back down shamefully.
"You know better than to put on childish displays, your lucky I was the only one watching." he began, trailing off he looked around to the others behind him, focusing on one person in particular for a little longer.
"But I can't say I was the only one listening. " He finished off, standing up he gently patted the top of her head, then walked away back to his position on the floor and back to the alatso lord.
Savarna looked into the direction where Piccolo had; to her horror, she found Dende occupying the space, there was no denying that he had heard every word of it. She licked her lips, making a mental note to think her insults form now on rather than say them.
*Dammit, until he came along the only time I had to watch what I say was when I didn't know where dad was" she frowned to herself, wanting to pound her fist against something very much indeed.
Hours passed before Vegeta finally opened his gift, under the prying eyes of Bulma the prince tore the pouch open impatiently, the object inside landing firmly in his waiting hand.
"Oh Vegeta, its wonderful" Bulma said sweetly, gently stroking the surface of the round metal object, its smooth surface showing its high value.
It was a round pendant; upon it carved the symbol of the saiyan race, more specifically that worn by the royal family, and added to it was the name 'Vegeta' using the sayains native alphabet.
"Hmm. a wise decision for a gift" Vegeta nodded to Dende, clutching his fingers around the pendant, no one said a word but knew it meant a great deal to the prince.
By the time the day had ended all but Gohan, Piccolo and Savarna were left, the half saiyan and two nameks conversed together, whilst Savarna went to the kitchen to help Mr. Popo clean up the dirty dishes, she washed and Popo dried.
"Its good tat you removed the bracelet dear, you wouldn't want it to be ruined by the soapy water" Popo commented, putting another plate away in the cupboard.
"(Sigh) yeah I suppose so, anyways, the food was terrific, was there any left over for me to heat up tomorrow for lunch?" She asked, her face praying that there was.
"Did you forget that Goku came today?" Popo reminded, tracing the drying rag around the rim of a plate.
"Ohh.. Hehe. yeah" Savarna responded biting her lower lip, when Goku comes over there is no such thing as 'leftovers'.
"I'm done here, is there anything else you need done Popo?" Savarna asked, unplugging the sink she shook her wet soapy hand out of the sink.
"Ohh no you have done plenty today, you go and get some sleep and thank you for your help" Popo smiled, putting away the last of the plates he closed the cupboard and hung the drying rag up to dry.
Drying her hands Savarna tracked through the hallway and into her bedroom, her bed covered in the same quilt as the day she came.
Kicking her shoes off she flopped down belly first onto the mattress, her arms and feet spread across the thick covers. The room was quiet just as she liked it, ever the clock seemed silent tonight, and she knew it was because her mind filled with different sounds, the sounds of her screams from the dream and her attack.
Dende and Piccolo stood on the edge of the lookout, the pair waved to Gohan as he flew from the surface and headed for the Son house.
Piccolo waited until Dende was out of sight, then closing his eyes he focused his thought, conjuring an image of Gohan's ki inside his mind he spoke firmly and clearly to it.
~Gohan.~ he spoke to the ki.
~Yes Piccolo. ~ The voice had an echo trailing with it.
~You know why I am contacting you this way.we have not got much time to find out what is going on.. I need you to come here in the next few days. Can you? ~ Piccolo inquired.
There was a brief silence from the other end; a faint ear ringing sound heard throughout his head, he always heard it during pauses in telepathic conversations.
~.Yes, I can come there in two days. I have a few promises that I cannot break to Videl and Pan. and my dad~ Gohan confirmed.
Externally Piccolo frowned; he had hoped it could have been earlier.
~Fine, I will be waiting. Before you arrive contact me and I will explain what I want you to do~ the namek explained, exhaling through his nostrils slowly, trying not to break the clear link with Gohan.
~ Will do. goodnight my friend.. I will see you then~ Gohan responded before severing their mental link.
Piccolo reopened his eyes after he felt reassured that all was well, he always waited for Gohan to break the link. It assured him that the semi Saiyan was safe.
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Savarna grasped the wrist of her left sleeve with her right hand pulling it toward her hand; she retracted her arm inside her jumper. Repeating this process with her right arm, she lifted the garment up over her head then threw it onto her desk chair.
Standing in her bra and pants she reached under her pillow to grasp her night dress, a sleeveless white and purple decorated cotton knee length one, slipping in on over her head she then removed her pants also throwing them onto the chair.
She undressed this way every night, even though there was no one watching her or able to watch her.
Removing her bra without removing her top, she placed it down neatly on top of her folded pants and top.
"Finally, this is all I was looking forward to after this pain of a day." she sighed, slipping beneath the covers she pulling the rim up to her chin snuggling her face into the pillow, then reaching her hand over to the bedside table she switched of the light.
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All he could do was walk around in circles, walk around the main building over and over again, picking up all the sounds of the night as he went along.
The clinking and clanking of Popo arranging utensils in the kitchen, Piccolos cape flapping against the breeze, the hyperbolic time chambers humming & Savarna's tossing and turning in her covers.
"Just don't think about it. Just don't think about it," he repeated to himself, it was dark now except for the moons light illuminating the white floor of the lookout, giving it a glowing effect.
You would think he was used to being in the night, he was, but it did not mean he liked it.
Dendes pace gradually quickened until he found himself in a jog, his arms swinging in motion with his legs, he could hear himself begin to pant.
Everything seemed to flash across his mind, but he refused to acknowledge them making his emotions numb to the vision in front of his eyes, the mental screams so real they reached his eardrums.
"Just. STOP" He finally shouted, slamming a tight fist into the concrete wall of the main building, feeling the tiny cracks as they formed beneath his skin.
Suddenly he pushed himself away from it when he senced Piccolos approaching, turning around he prepared to meet the namek head on.
"What's going on?" Piccolo asked, already standing there waiting with his arms crossed.
Dende shook his head.
"Nothing. just letting off some steam, nothing to worry about" he pretense, trying to be calm through his staggered nasal breaths, his stinging hand hidden behind his back.
"I'm an very tired, tomorrow if you don't mind I will start reaffirming myself as guardian, but now I need some meditation." Dende added, letting out a long yawn that ended with watering eyes.
Piccolo observed the younger namek for a moment, noticing that he refused to show Piccolo his hands.
"Its fine, your only a decade and a bit late" he said, not meaning to be humorous.
However, Dende left lip corner lifted.
"Thank you for being really easy about letting go.I dont know if the transition would have been that easy if it were me in your place" Dende told him.
"I only have one request. that you allow Savarna to stay here, it's the only place she can stay whilst I tutor her for the next six months" Piccolo stated bluntly, throwing Savarnas cards on the table, she was his first priority.
Dende surveyed him as he considering the abrupt proposal . what could it possible hurt to allow her to stay?
".All right. she can stay. considering that I want you to stay Piccolo too.I don't want to have to chase after her every need and whim all over again" Dende advised with a firm tone, slowly he folded his arms over his chest with his hands buried in his armpits.
Piccolo noted the still hidden hands.
"Fine, I appreciate your fast answer" Piccolo responded reasonably as he stared unemotionally into Dendes eyes
"Good.later Piccolo." uncrossing his arms Dende turned and walked away quickly toward the throne room, leaving Piccolo behind in the soundless night.
Piccolo faced the wall in front of him, the crack made by Dendes fist clearly reflecting off the white cement building.
Uncrossing his arms he stepped toward it, smearing his forefinger over the crack to test his suspicion.
And as he suspected, the gap was filled with blood and shreds of green flesh.
"Great.its worse than we thought" he whispered to himself, now he wished he didn't need Gohans help with this.still there was no telling how Dende would react.
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Period 4
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"I promise I will give it back, just let me give it a few swings" Goten begged Trunks, trying to take the sword from his companions hands.
"Forget it Goten, this beauty responds only to me" Trunks pledges with an evil grin, posing with his chest out he clutched the sword with both hands, the blade placed beside his eye.
"Show off!" Bra called at him, utterly amused by her brother's attempts, as she giddily gathered all kinds of stones and plant samples from the lookout to test her grinding bowl.
Everyone's attention was captures when a low yet harmonic symphony passed through the air, they all turned toward the place where Piccolo sat and watched with interest.
With Dende by his side Piccolo tested out his gift, an unusually shaped woodwind instrument, a light watery blue in colour with a series of holes set in unusual places, nothing like an ordinary flute or trumped even.
"It is.. very acceptable" Piccolo confirmed, pulling his lips away from the mouthpiece he looked over the unusually shaped instrument, the sound was mildly related to a pan flute.
"Its called an 'alatso lorn', in namekian it means 'calm instrument'" Dende confirmed, admiring the elegantly shaped horn as Piccolo held it. He closed his eyes taking in a deep clean breath and then reopened them with a new calm in his eyes.
"It seems to have a very strong effect" Piccolo commented, lifting an eyebrow at Dendes quire actions.
Dende smirked, turning around he walked toward Gohan to see how he was doing with his gift, Meanwhile Piccolo had been keeping his eye upon her Savarna who was sitting on her own, he places the alatso lorn down on the ground gently before heading toward her.
Fiddling with the bracelet she didn't notice Piccolo approaching until he stopped directly beside her, kneeling down on one knee he draped his elbow over the back of her chair.
"It is a very thoughtful gift, you should (clears throat) be grateful," He told her, watching her almond shaped eyes that were focused upon the bracelet, she exhaled slowly into her chest and looked up at him.
"It is, but I think he just pulled it out of the bag without prioritizing it to me, he doesn't know how to treat people who deserve a lot more from him than what they have gotten" she uttered snobbishly tilting her chin up, yet keeping her eyes focused.
Piccolo raised an eyebrow ridge to her, his expression screaming 'you look ridiculous' to her, seeing this she tilted her chin back down shamefully.
"You know better than to put on childish displays, your lucky I was the only one watching." he began, trailing off he looked around to the others behind him, focusing on one person in particular for a little longer.
"But I can't say I was the only one listening. " He finished off, standing up he gently patted the top of her head, then walked away back to his position on the floor and back to the alatso lord.
Savarna looked into the direction where Piccolo had; to her horror, she found Dende occupying the space, there was no denying that he had heard every word of it. She licked her lips, making a mental note to think her insults form now on rather than say them.
*Dammit, until he came along the only time I had to watch what I say was when I didn't know where dad was" she frowned to herself, wanting to pound her fist against something very much indeed.
Hours passed before Vegeta finally opened his gift, under the prying eyes of Bulma the prince tore the pouch open impatiently, the object inside landing firmly in his waiting hand.
"Oh Vegeta, its wonderful" Bulma said sweetly, gently stroking the surface of the round metal object, its smooth surface showing its high value.
It was a round pendant; upon it carved the symbol of the saiyan race, more specifically that worn by the royal family, and added to it was the name 'Vegeta' using the sayains native alphabet.
"Hmm. a wise decision for a gift" Vegeta nodded to Dende, clutching his fingers around the pendant, no one said a word but knew it meant a great deal to the prince.
By the time the day had ended all but Gohan, Piccolo and Savarna were left, the half saiyan and two nameks conversed together, whilst Savarna went to the kitchen to help Mr. Popo clean up the dirty dishes, she washed and Popo dried.
"Its good tat you removed the bracelet dear, you wouldn't want it to be ruined by the soapy water" Popo commented, putting another plate away in the cupboard.
"(Sigh) yeah I suppose so, anyways, the food was terrific, was there any left over for me to heat up tomorrow for lunch?" She asked, her face praying that there was.
"Did you forget that Goku came today?" Popo reminded, tracing the drying rag around the rim of a plate.
"Ohh.. Hehe. yeah" Savarna responded biting her lower lip, when Goku comes over there is no such thing as 'leftovers'.
"I'm done here, is there anything else you need done Popo?" Savarna asked, unplugging the sink she shook her wet soapy hand out of the sink.
"Ohh no you have done plenty today, you go and get some sleep and thank you for your help" Popo smiled, putting away the last of the plates he closed the cupboard and hung the drying rag up to dry.
Drying her hands Savarna tracked through the hallway and into her bedroom, her bed covered in the same quilt as the day she came.
Kicking her shoes off she flopped down belly first onto the mattress, her arms and feet spread across the thick covers. The room was quiet just as she liked it, ever the clock seemed silent tonight, and she knew it was because her mind filled with different sounds, the sounds of her screams from the dream and her attack.
Dende and Piccolo stood on the edge of the lookout, the pair waved to Gohan as he flew from the surface and headed for the Son house.
Piccolo waited until Dende was out of sight, then closing his eyes he focused his thought, conjuring an image of Gohan's ki inside his mind he spoke firmly and clearly to it.
~Gohan.~ he spoke to the ki.
~Yes Piccolo. ~ The voice had an echo trailing with it.
~You know why I am contacting you this way.we have not got much time to find out what is going on.. I need you to come here in the next few days. Can you? ~ Piccolo inquired.
There was a brief silence from the other end; a faint ear ringing sound heard throughout his head, he always heard it during pauses in telepathic conversations.
~.Yes, I can come there in two days. I have a few promises that I cannot break to Videl and Pan. and my dad~ Gohan confirmed.
Externally Piccolo frowned; he had hoped it could have been earlier.
~Fine, I will be waiting. Before you arrive contact me and I will explain what I want you to do~ the namek explained, exhaling through his nostrils slowly, trying not to break the clear link with Gohan.
~ Will do. goodnight my friend.. I will see you then~ Gohan responded before severing their mental link.
Piccolo reopened his eyes after he felt reassured that all was well, he always waited for Gohan to break the link. It assured him that the semi Saiyan was safe.
***
Savarna grasped the wrist of her left sleeve with her right hand pulling it toward her hand; she retracted her arm inside her jumper. Repeating this process with her right arm, she lifted the garment up over her head then threw it onto her desk chair.
Standing in her bra and pants she reached under her pillow to grasp her night dress, a sleeveless white and purple decorated cotton knee length one, slipping in on over her head she then removed her pants also throwing them onto the chair.
She undressed this way every night, even though there was no one watching her or able to watch her.
Removing her bra without removing her top, she placed it down neatly on top of her folded pants and top.
"Finally, this is all I was looking forward to after this pain of a day." she sighed, slipping beneath the covers she pulling the rim up to her chin snuggling her face into the pillow, then reaching her hand over to the bedside table she switched of the light.
***
All he could do was walk around in circles, walk around the main building over and over again, picking up all the sounds of the night as he went along.
The clinking and clanking of Popo arranging utensils in the kitchen, Piccolos cape flapping against the breeze, the hyperbolic time chambers humming & Savarna's tossing and turning in her covers.
"Just don't think about it. Just don't think about it," he repeated to himself, it was dark now except for the moons light illuminating the white floor of the lookout, giving it a glowing effect.
You would think he was used to being in the night, he was, but it did not mean he liked it.
Dendes pace gradually quickened until he found himself in a jog, his arms swinging in motion with his legs, he could hear himself begin to pant.
Everything seemed to flash across his mind, but he refused to acknowledge them making his emotions numb to the vision in front of his eyes, the mental screams so real they reached his eardrums.
"Just. STOP" He finally shouted, slamming a tight fist into the concrete wall of the main building, feeling the tiny cracks as they formed beneath his skin.
Suddenly he pushed himself away from it when he senced Piccolos approaching, turning around he prepared to meet the namek head on.
"What's going on?" Piccolo asked, already standing there waiting with his arms crossed.
Dende shook his head.
"Nothing. just letting off some steam, nothing to worry about" he pretense, trying to be calm through his staggered nasal breaths, his stinging hand hidden behind his back.
"I'm an very tired, tomorrow if you don't mind I will start reaffirming myself as guardian, but now I need some meditation." Dende added, letting out a long yawn that ended with watering eyes.
Piccolo observed the younger namek for a moment, noticing that he refused to show Piccolo his hands.
"Its fine, your only a decade and a bit late" he said, not meaning to be humorous.
However, Dende left lip corner lifted.
"Thank you for being really easy about letting go.I dont know if the transition would have been that easy if it were me in your place" Dende told him.
"I only have one request. that you allow Savarna to stay here, it's the only place she can stay whilst I tutor her for the next six months" Piccolo stated bluntly, throwing Savarnas cards on the table, she was his first priority.
Dende surveyed him as he considering the abrupt proposal . what could it possible hurt to allow her to stay?
".All right. she can stay. considering that I want you to stay Piccolo too.I don't want to have to chase after her every need and whim all over again" Dende advised with a firm tone, slowly he folded his arms over his chest with his hands buried in his armpits.
Piccolo noted the still hidden hands.
"Fine, I appreciate your fast answer" Piccolo responded reasonably as he stared unemotionally into Dendes eyes
"Good.later Piccolo." uncrossing his arms Dende turned and walked away quickly toward the throne room, leaving Piccolo behind in the soundless night.
Piccolo faced the wall in front of him, the crack made by Dendes fist clearly reflecting off the white cement building.
Uncrossing his arms he stepped toward it, smearing his forefinger over the crack to test his suspicion.
And as he suspected, the gap was filled with blood and shreds of green flesh.
"Great.its worse than we thought" he whispered to himself, now he wished he didn't need Gohans help with this.still there was no telling how Dende would react.
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Thank you for reading and thanks for your reviews.
