In Search of Amity
Period 22
"Guushe vone chutha…hufe" Vegeta concluded and releasing the red speaker button stepped away from the console, trunks turned in his seat to face him. "Well?" he instigated with an open palm. Goku eased closer to listen.
"We are to dock on platform 65 in 1 hour, remember that number and don't try docking any sooner, you move even an inch too close to that rock and their cannons will fire." Vegeta warned sharply, his instructions from the dock master were clear as crystal, he knew they had no tolerance for impatient patrons.
Trunks looked to Goku then turned to the viewing window, noticing a part of the planet was visible against the blackened smoke filled atmosphere. "This isn't going to go down well with the others" he sighed, propping his elbows up on the control panel, Vegeta snorted. "If you do as I said nothing will go wrong, the fueling takes several hours to complete so they will have to wait if they like it or not." He informed. "We will make arrangements to on the planet." He added in a calmer pitch.
After finding out the wait before landing would be a while, everyone tried to keep himself or herself occupied as best they could.
"You know it's a boring wait, why don't you sit down and read a book." Gohan tried to coax Pan to stop her impatient pacing back and force around the lounge, Pan stopped momentarily. "I cant, im too desperate to get off this ship, its killing me" she stressed and resumed her pacing, her arms folded firmly against the base of her rib cage, squishing her stomach.
Shaking his head and cocking his eyebrows to himself Gohan pulled the open book he was holding up higher so to block Pan from view, using his toes her kicked off his shoes and exhaled a relaxing breath.
With her arms folded, Savarna leaned against the wall not far off with a sleepy expression in her eyes. "He's right Pan just find something to do, your having a hypnotist effect on me with what you're doing" she complained rubbing her eyes. "No one is making you stay in the lounge Sav, there are plenty of walls outside to lean against" Pan answered without looking up.
Half rolling her eyes Savarna pulled gently away from the wall and left the room, keeping her arms folded she paced down the corridor that led back to the large viewing window, those foreign ships and intergalactic views must hold some interest. Her head facing the floor except when turning a corner she finally lifter her eyes when the brightness of the quadrants sun shone upon her skin.
Standing feet from the glass she smiled faintly to herself at Amrosis 4 hovered outside. "I thought we had an agreed to try and meet more on the same level," Dende said from the opposite side of the room, Savarna looked to him momentarily then turned away back to the planet. "I'm doing my end, I am talking to you aren't I?" she responded.
Dende looked down at the carpet and stood up from the 3 seated couch he lay upon " You aren't trying to mend things, your just maintaining the state that its at, I feel it" he said and became silent. Savarnas eyes widened and she turned slowly toward him as he continued to stare. "You have been monitoring my emotions and thought??" she accused walking up to him with wide eyes.
" It's Namekian telepathy, I can't change that," he said calmly, Savarnas throat burned angrily. "No but you can ignore it, you can block out telepaths messages from anyone you want…. How dare you invade my privacy, WHO do you think you are!" She shouted maliciously.
Ignoring her violent manner, Dende smiled triumphantly and stepped away from the angry young woman. "I'm the guy who just made progress in …our relationship." he resounded with continuous smile. Savarna frowned "what?" She said with confusion, watching as Dende inhaled through his nostrils and walked to her right side. "Your right though, I can block out telepathic messages and avoid reading a persons mind, it's a shame you cant isn't it?" he instigated smoothly and then started leaving the room.
Savarna blinked to herself for a few seconds before shaking her head furiously. "You tricked me!" she yelled and stomped after him until she was standing in his path, he stopped and looked to her. "You never read my mind, you just bamboozled me into saying what you wanted to hear so you wouldn't be guilty of anything indecent." She accused pointing her finger at him.
Reaching up to push her finger away, she viciously pulled away just as his skin touched hers. "First rule of to a resolution, isolate the problem" he said keeping his eyes sternly fixated. Savarna nodded slowly and sarcastically as she altered her stance. "So the problem in your opinion is me, the bratty girl" she suggested immaturely, Dende shook his head. "The problem is your attitude, not you as a woman or a person," he published with in a firmer tone.
"What the hell is all the yelling about?" Bra said as she turned the corner, her hands firmly established on her hips. Her eyes landing upon Savarna and Dende standing a foot from one another with eyes intensely locked. A wave of silence passed between the people in the room as Dende leaned closer to Savarna "Think about what I said" he whispered then backing gently away, walked around her and past Bra without uttering another word.
Bra watched the Namek leaving and once out of view approached Savarna with concern. "What happened? What did he say to you?" she urged in a whisper. Savarna, still looking at the spot where Dendes face had been, shook her head and buried all her remaining anger. "Nothing, we were just resolving something." She said then faced the clear, non-scratch window.
Bras concern turned into gossipy curiosity. "You mean you two are getting along now? Man it's about…" She was about to continue but was sharply cut off by Savarna grabbing her hand. "No, I never said we were getting along." She put forth strongly before releasing Bras hand.
Piccolo sat quietly in one of the top floor rooms, there was a porthole that allowed some light to enter but allowed the room to stay docile. Leaving his eyes open he watched the slow show of stars and planets passing by.
It's you…only you can do this… you…. Only you Piccolo… its all up to you…. understand that now…now... its you… only you can do it…. Everything depends on you…. You alone… alone…. you alone must do it! … Must do it now… must now…now.. NOW!!!!
As the unrecognizable voice battered words through his mind, unconsciously his fangs had dug into his lower lip and his claws into his palms. Piccolo leaped up grasping the sides of his head, screaming his anger and pain out, his voice echoed through the rooms on the upper levels of the ship.
The cockpit door flung open hitting the wall it was hinged on, Vegeta stepped out and looked to the upper levels and stomping forward her grasped the railing. "Will you shut up? If the dock masters hear you I will be accused of not declaring this as a prison ship!" he bellowed, then releasing the railing walked back into the cockpit, slamming the door closed.
Piccolo didn't hear Vegeta, he couldn't even hear his own screaming, making him scream loader and longer. The voice had never been so forceful before, it broke through all his mental barriers that was highly irregular, no outside influences should have the ability to break through, no matter how close or strong the bond with another individual was.
His air spent he stumbled back slowly until he hit the wall; he slid down the cold titanium until he felt his buttocks upon the carpet. His hands falling limply away from his head he laid melted where he fell, totally exhausted, face tattered with the blood from his pierced palms that continued to bleed onto the carpet. The voice never came when he was wide awake, only while he meditated did this happened meaning not only was his time of quiet solitude now invaded but his entire waking life...
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