In Search of Oceans

Period 4: Unwelcome Tournament Tuition.

Walking down the stairs and out the back door of the corporation, certain that Vegeta hadn't followed him. Trunks vents his frustration aloud.
"Jerk, im so sick and tired of this bullshit. Getting up every mourning for one thing and doing another. "He shouts, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Self centred prick, you try holding down lab tech job and training for this overrated tournament." Trunks says viciously, watching his feet as he walks over the bone-dry ground. Continuing toward the gravity chamber behind the C.Corp green house. The new chamber was built a year ago, its much larger, efficient and can lower its gravity level to 2000 below earths.
Trunks reaches the compound, stopping inches from the silver door with his hands in his pockets, grasping the inside of the pockets angrily. Talking aloud didn't help to curb his frustration. He angrily pulls his left hand out and pushes the door open widely; it bounces off the wall behind it with a loud thud.
"Stupid thing." He says quietly, hoping it didn't wake up the rest of the house. He proceeds to the centre of the chamber, the inside itself was the size of the capsule corp. building. A skylight as the only view of the outside world, lighting up the entire room. Deciding he will go at it hard, he removes his tank top, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it away. He approaches the control panel, operated by touch screen he uses the keypad to key in 600 below earths normal gravity, then walks back a few feet. He listens for the familiar sounds.
"Gravity chamber is resetting to 600 below earths normal, please stand by" Announced the computer in a feminine voice, a countdown screen appeared with large red numbers counting down from 5. Trunks spreads his feet whilst clenching his right fist.
"Come and get me!" With a ki fuelled scream he transforms Super-Saiyajin. His lavender locks stand on end and turn blond, his clear blue eyes turning a cold hard teal.
"Five...four...three...two...one...Activated" the voice concludes. The room dims to an ancient blue and the gravity takes effect. Trunks feels the pressure, pulling his ankles, knees, stomach and head downward. He fights it, gritting his teeth he pushes against it. Usually accustomed to training at 450 times earth's normal gravity. Today is the exception; he has steam to blow off.

Lifting his hands up strategically, he leaps into mid air and lands on the palms of his hands, throwing his legs over he performs several flips across the white tiled floor. Flying into the air, he pushes himself to get to the ceiling, missing it by a few feet. Landing back on his feet he runs toward the wall, his eyes focused solely on the one spot. Reaching it he runs up the side and around the chamber wall, hard and fast as he feels his body being pulled mercilessly toward the floor.
"THERE'S NO POINTS FOR SECOND PLACE!" He yells. His boots pushing him up, he flies up to the ceiling again. Reaching his hand out, he touched it lightly and drops back down to the ground. On the way down performing a triple summersault. Landing in a crouched position with one knee and his left hand against the ground.

He is not cold hearted like his father, but the one thing he did inherit from his warrior ancestors is his determination to be the best, and to win. Landing heavily into the ground his feet form a shallow crater, cracking many surrounding tiles and shattering the ones he touches. Sweat pours down his forehead. Suddenly everything around him starts returning to normal, the dimmed lights lighten and the gravity machine returns to earth's normal gravity, on its own.
"What the hell?" Trunks utters. Confused he looks around.
"Simulation interrupted"voiced the computer as everything grew once again quite. Trunks pushes himself up onto his feet. Breathing heavily, and still in super Saiyajin form he wonders what just happened.
He turns at the sound of the door opening slowly, a figure steps inside. Trunks smiles gently, but is at the same time is annoyed. Gently his body removes its Super Saiyajin state, returning to normal. His lavender hair and topaz eyes once again visible.
"Which part of 'knocking' don't you understand?" he says smugly, looking at his visitor. They in turn step into the brighter light.
"Did you forget that 'maybe, just 'maybe I wanted to train in here today?" The figure announces, placing her hands on her hips, tapping her shoe against the tiles impatiently. Trunks shakes his head.
"Well you know the saying you snooze you loose, or in your case first in best dressed!" He said throwing his head back in a laugh. He then walks toward the control-panel to reinitiate his simulation.
"TRUNKS! I'm not going anywhere so don't even think about putting it up that high!" Bra yells as he turns his back to her. She growls angrily at being ignored, then running after him, jumping onto his back he falls to the ground.
"Get off me dimwit, dads not letting you enter the tournament so you can forget any training!" He yells trying to uncurl his sister's arms from around his neck without hurting her. Vegeta would have his head if he left even a scrape on her. Demanding and rebellious when it came to what she wanted, to make it worse Vegeta treated her like a queen.
"NO, im not going anywhere unless I can train. Now, your going to let me, aren't you?" She says. Holding her own as Trunks tries to pry her off, she wraps her legs around his chest, strengthening her grip.
"The hell I am, now get off me before dad comes in from all the yelling!" he shouted out loader as his voice started to grow dry from lack of air, wanting to just boot Bra off.
" Ok ok we will work something out" he calls out when Bra began squeezing the air of his lungs. Feeling as she starts to loosen her grip, not enough to let him breath comfortably though. She leans forward, still holding on to his thick neck with her arms.
"Do you promise when I let go we can work at this together?" She inquires, making certain that she wouldn't find herself in the emergence room once releasing her hold.
"Fine. Yes I do. Just get off me." Trunks respond hastily. He feels Bra releasing him, jumping off his back and landing on her feet. Trunks stands, brushing the dust off his pants, turning around, his face is flushed. He cracks his neck from left to right, then looks down at his little sister who waits impatiently

"How much gravity can you stand?" he asks folding his arms against his chest, Bra mimics him.

"About 110!" She says proudly, smiling up at him. Her blue hair up in a bun. Trunks sighs and shakes his head. Glancing down at his watch, he has 2 more hours before starting work. He approaches the control panel, tapping in 110 then walks back to Bra.
"Fine let's get started." He orders, dropping into his conventional stance, Bra does the same and they wait.
"Gravity chamber is resetting to 110 above earths normal, please stand by"
"5...4...3...2...1...Activated"

A few days have passed; things have not changed from the first day.
"POPO... im trying to meditate. Please, PLEASE can you take her to the other side of the lookout?" Dende shouts desperately. Sitting in his throne he leans over the stone armrest sluggishly. Exhausted from lack off meditation and relaxation. The noise disappears once again and Dende leans back to resume his focus meditation. Savarna has been crying full force every morning at the same time, giving no one any peace including the two most unlikely of creatures. Korin and Yajirobe payed a visit to the lookout earlier that day from their outpost. Shocked by all the noise, even at the distance there are.
Dende tries to explain the events of the first night, when Piccolo was kind enough to assist him in bringing her back. Savarna not only cries, she screeches and needs changing frequently. Popo didn't seem to mind, but was just not accustomed to it being so full on. He has other things to attend to on the lookout, but always found time to tend to Savarna's needs.
"Blah, dump the brat in some orphanage and get your life back Dende man." Yajirobe blabbers to Dende
"No I can't do that, it's just not right. I took her in and I am now obligated to see that she is cared for." Dende replies to the swordsman as he devours something that the guardian dared not try identifying. Dende swallows hard trying not to look. Korin rubs his furry white chin, leaning against his staff.
"Well Dende, one things for sure. After almost a millennium of being here, I can say human babies are a pain in the neck. But good luck to you, and in case you might need them, here." Korin hands over a white pouch tied with a brown string, Dende opens it to find it full of sensu beans.
"Thankyou Korin" Dende answered "Are you sure these aren't too many?" He asks, counting 12 in the pouch.
"Oh yeah, we haven't needed to use one in years, given them all plenty of time to grow." Korin assures.

During the night Dende awakes yet again from his meditation, only not by Savarna's nightly cries. A familiar yet unidentifiable ki is on the approach.
"Who?" he whispers. Sliding off his throne he walks slowly building and into the open. His eyes turn to the skies, watching intently for any signs of the approaching comrade, the ki signal became stronger and stronger.
"Piccolo..." he smiles, filling with relief. Popo's hunch was right after all. Piccolo appears in the distance, soaring through the clear sky he ascends to the lookout floor with barely a sound, his cape rustling gently.
"Piccolo its great to see you again, I just didn't think it would be this soon." Dende says warmly, walking toward great Namek, his hand outstretched. The feeling would be the same if it were his father or older brother coming home after a long absence. Piccolo doesn't say a work; he isn't here to see Dende and declined his greeting hand. Walking straight past him he heads off toward the main building.
Confused, Dende watches him pace past before following to see what was on his mind, having a curious nature Dende is eager to know. Piccolo enters the building, pushing the door open gently, letting it close behind him on its own. Dende is close enough to see Piccolo out in front and is shocked to see Piccolo turn the corner into a certain room of a certain infant. Popo's predictions were right after all, Piccolo was here to see Savarna. Dende quickens his pace to catch up, trotting the remaining few steps to Savarna's room he finds Piccolo standing perfectly still in the middle of the room. Piccolo is staring down at the bed, decorated in yellow and white sheets. And at the small, yellow blankets wrapped around a sleeping Savarna. Placing his hands on the edge of the bed, Dende looks down at her then turns to Piccolo standing beside him.
"She has an enormous appetite. Keeps Mr. Popo in his toes all day, she also likes taking away my meditation time." Dende says with amusement, shifting his feet he laughs passively.

Piccolo stands motionless beside him
"What is it Piccolo?" Dende inquires with a mild concern, looking to and from Piccolo and Savarna trying to see what he could see. It was a while before Piccolo offered any acknowledgment to Dende.
"If I were you, I would keep her away from any flora for the next few nights and increase those blankets" Piccolo instructs strangely. Dende frowns in confusion.
"What? What are you talking about Piccolo? Just tell me please?" Dende asks looking down at the infant who slept like flowing peaceful stream. Piccolo relaxes his body and starts to leave.
"Just do it Dende. Stop asking a million questions all the time." Piccolo snaps quietly. Leaving the room and back down the way he came. Dende runs after him pushing through the main doors just as Piccolo reached the edge of the lookout.
"Wait! Piccolo!" Dende call, but to no avail. Piccolo ignores him and takes off and back the way he came. He sighs miserably; he is the guardian and should know when something was going to happen that could endanger those around him. But he didn't, so perhaps Piccolo was just exaggerating. Dende presses his lips together and walks back to his throne, hoping to catch upon his missed hours of Meditation and also ponder Piccolos visit.