In Search of Amity

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Period 15

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Goten walked into main foyer moments later with hands buried in front pockets, looking around he spotted Goku and approached with questions on his mind, "Hey dad how did it go?" he asked noting his fathers mellow mood, something must have gone downhill. "Its fine Goten, just wish for once Vegeta could have had some sympathy" he revealed, eyes locked to the gravity chamber door.

Goten's eyes focussed upon it also and he sighed. "Don't think he will ever know the meaning of that, anyways why make them all be treated equally, shouldn't you be scavenging off each ones best qualities?" His son asked folding his arms over his muscular chest. The answer was clear in Goku's mind yet he felt it an unjustified one because of what Savanna was now facing. "Our enemies wont prey on their gifts Goten, there going to peck at their weaknesses until there is nothing left of them, they need to be perfect, know everything there is no know and expect everything." he justified with a mono tone, arm resting over the side on the chairs arms.

Goten momentarily looked to the floor " i guess..." he responded "You know she isn't going to appreciate you and Gohan for a long time because of this, you both voluntarily lied to her" He added with ill humored guilt. Goku snorted with a sideways smirk "Thats right, she has to learn that anyone can deceive her even those she trusts most son, she has no other abilities in her that are gonna save her if she's sucked in" He exchanged, it was Goku's worst quality at one point to be gullible "Prevention is her key".

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"Out of my way you ammeter, Bra's here to take over!" She called pushing past Trunks and jumping into pilots seat, Trunks bit his tongue to refrain from eating her alive with words. "Bra... get out of the chair" he asked calmly coming to stand behind it, bra rolled her eyes but refused to stand after-all she was not about to give Trunks the satisfaction of bossing her around. "Now" he voiced patiently watching as Bra placed the setting to her liking and flipped switches for unused controls, complaining she couldn't see a damn thing from the lack of lighting.

"Oh c'mon you honestly think im going to take orders from you of all people, get over yourself bro you have no authority over mwa" Bra told him bluntly sure of herself and the situation, as her fingers pushed down on several other controls her seat was suddenly spun around 180 degrees and she found herself face to face with a grievous looking sibling, his hands firmly gripping the chairs leather cushion. "I said now!" he restated unblinking staring bore-holes through his younger sister, Bras hands instinctively rose up protectively "...fine im moving" her movements were quick yet gentle, watching as trunks pushed away from the seat to let her rise.

"Lets get one thing straight, you listen to me, you shut your mouth and do as your told cause ill be taking no shit from you this time.. understand" He was meaningful as he slowly walked toward Bra, she backed away until her backside bumped against the control panel. "Whatever you say" she responded over calmly. Trunks eyes indicated for her to take a seat in the copilot seat while he took over the main pilots seat, taking his time to place his headset communicator on before starting.

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"C'mon you... get your arse up and show me what you have got" Vegeta snapped as Savarna slowly stood up using the wall as an aid, holding her pain rider shoulder she looked to her trainer for instruction. "Well... do something!" he yelled, his voice echoing against the chamber. Savarna bit her lip softly wanting to sob and cower from the pain and unwillingness to be where she was. "Im sorry but i don't know what to do, i don't fight Vegeta i.." Before her sentence was complete Vegeta lunged out slamming his left fist into her opposite shoulder, she tumbled to the ground several feet to his right with a load outcry.

"Don't you ever tell me 'i don't know'... if i say jump you say how high, i say punch the living shit out of someone you say how much brain matter to spill!" He howled crouching down to her eye level, then without remorse picking her up by the back of her shirt he bowled her along the ground into the opposite wall, her pain forced screams filled the chamber yet again.

"Stop please stop!" she screeched as his hands reached down yet again to pummel her more "Wrong again" he verdicted and tossed her light thin body into a nearby bench top knocking items to the floor. She lay stomach down on the cold iron, her breaths were staggered and her oxygen limited along with stinging pain that took her mind off the amerce fear of more that was to come, She felt the tickle of Vegetas hand came to rest on the back on her neck "The moment you start begging for your life is the moment you have been beaten, you pathetic, worthless, weak whelp" He whispered venomously into her right ear before releasing her.

She waited for the next blow to come yet felt only the pain of previous battering that still lingered, the room was quiet for a while but she feared to move in case it provoked him. Moments had passed when some hands gently grasped her body, she recoiled the moment she felt them lifted her from the table wishing she had been left there, the cold iron was soothing the headache that was engulfing her.

Keeping her eyes sealed while she was carried across the room and placed down on the floor, her body propped up against the wall and her legs laid straight out in front of her. Amidst her cranial numbness a cold wet sensation gnawed through on her forehead, gently she blinked her eyes open finding vision momentarily blurred, once it cleared she jerked back against the wall, to her shock Vegeta kneeled over her holding an ice pack firmly against her forehead.

"Stop it girl and hold still" He uttered calmly, adding the right amount of pressure to the ice pack whist he cradled her head forward with his other hand, his eyes focussed with the task and massive swelling that had erupted in many areas of her body, Savarna was in a state of uncertainty staring at him unblinking, finding her air she started hyperventilating." Calm yourself i am not going to pummel you again, for today" he assured looking briefly into her eyes.

"I saw what i needed to see, you felt what may save you in the midst of battle and making decisions" he explained with lull, his handling extremely slow and gentle in comparison to his normally violent almost savage ways, she wanted to speak but revered that it may fuel his fire, he knew this was in her mind "Do you have any questions about todays lesson?" He asked, lifting the ice pack from her head momentarily to check the swelling.

She paused licking her dry lips "What was i suppose to learn?" She whispered hesitantly, he is cleared his throat then sat lotus style continuing his attention to her swelling. "The objectives for this lesson were to know how your pain effects you" he stated, Savarna didn't understand what he meant by this then he continued "For the sole purpose of feeling it and not wanting to feel it again, that is what will make you fight harder and faster against an enemy" explaining it to her the way it was told to him, it was his first lesson in the fight, it now made sense to her and she inscribed it.

"One more thing, don't be afraid to speak, say what is on your mind so you will learn what not to say, mistakes are your best tools for learning" he added, however at that time her mind was swirl of pain, anger, fear and migraine tablet cravings. "Why didn't you tell me before we started?" she asked breathlessly, unable to hold her head up letting it fall into his cradling hand, there was a pause "...I didn't feel like it" he answered with a half smirk.

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Deep in the core of his disturbed spirit and soul he felt it moving like an agitated fetus, he wondered what and which of him was trying to speak, was it his subconscious that he repeatedly to ignore?, a memory triggered by an event, or was he asleep and this was a dream in its most eye frantic state or even worse a nightmare. Piccolo opened his eyes with a start, his usually sweet and stress-less meditations were quiet the opposite as of late.

"What is it?" he pried, suddenly going blank as though he had never seen the images of himself and others or heard the mess of many voices including his own calling to him moments earlier. "What do you want, is that you old man?" he asked calmly wondering if the old namekian had come to haunt him, moments past and he heard nothing except the natural ringing in his enlarged ears and could only assume that it must be dreams plaguing him.

"Knock knock" he heard a mans voice call from behind. "Come in Gohan" he responded, continuing his gazing into the wall "Hows the space meditation Piccolo?" Gohan wondered, walking over he could tell the namek was in one of his states of working things out, seated on the floor atop a large couch cushion. "Fine" was the response he received then sat down beside him.

"Good to hear pal cause i tell you this travel sickness is really bad for me... listen i need a hand with something from you, look i know its your fortnight off from training the girls but i need you to... Piccolo are you listening?" Gohan stressed, the nameks face looked as though he has seen a ghost. "Is everything alright?" Gohan put forth with concern when Piccolo didn't respond.

"Im fine, what is it that you want help with?" Piccolo passed on uninterested in 'talking about it' as Videl had tried to do with him many times, pointless and antagonizing Videl's questions were. "Um well there is something thats bothering me about Dende, he seems to be getting preoccupied with .. well um with... i can't stand this what the hell are you staring at!" Gohan shouted throwing his hands into his hair, the nameks eyes were still glued wide open to the wall, he hadn't blinked from the moment Gohan walked in.

"Shutup!" Piccolo cried out with his eyes leaning painfully more into the platinum surface, Gohan hist and watched Piccolo raise his hands from his lap to cover his ears "I can hear it, its saying something but i cant understand it" he exhaled with a calm voice, watching Gohan from the corner of his eye as he slicked a hand through his hair frustrated. "Who Piccolo who is saying something, since we left you have been acting like a zombie and its getting to me" He verbalized emotionally, rising up from the floor he stood against the wall, stressfully researched his mentors activity.

"Its gone... it just stopped" Piccolo informed finally letting his eyelids lubricate his stinging eyes. "Are you drinking enough Pic?" Gohan asked, unconsciously taking his doctorly trait onboard "Im not your patient don't start fucking me around like one Gohan" The namek groaned closing his eyes dropping hi hands back to his lap.

"Fine im sorry i just trying to find a solution here, it seems like your almost worried about going to namek, even though you have been there before" Gohan supposed. "Im not worried about anything" Piccolo snapped back. "Then you tell me what's going on Pic c'mon" Gohan stressed walking the length of the room and back.

After a stream of silence Piccolo lifted his head up and looked out the port hole window of the room "There is allot more i have to give in this than i first thought, i just wish i knew what" he emphasized with hopelessness in his words.

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