DISCLAIMER: Do I really have to say 'I don't own anything'?"
WARNINGS: Rated T for a reason. Also, those that don't like Dende/OC stories, please don't read this.
Girl-napped
Dende clenched and unclenched his fists. Gohan, Goku, Piccolo, Bulma, Chi Chi, Vegeta and Yamcha stood behind him discussing the turn of events. Bulma looked furious as did Chi Chi, Vegeta looked unconcerned,
"Just go to that baka and order him to tell you what he did to your woman!" He had said loudly.
Bulma had immediatly snapped at him, "Dende can't just go and strangle him unlike you Vegeta!" She said equally as loud as him.
Goku had offered to talk sense to the purple haired girl, but Dende had refused politely not mentioning that he thought Goku had any sense at all except by hitting himself in the head to get a headache.
Gohan and Piccolo had the most sensible plan out of all the many drugging, knocking-over-the-head ideas. The semi-saiyan and namek related their course of action with Gohan doing most of the talking.
"What if we checked out Drake's place? If we find anything of use we'll bring it back and make a new plan," Piccolo cut in and stared at Dende's face, "But just in case, I think we'd all feel better if Mana came back here. Even if she objects, kid."
Dende felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips. Even after all that trouble Mana had given him, Piccolo had developed a sort of fondness of the girl.
The Earth's Guardian nodded mutely and listened to the Gohan go through the plan with his mother and Bulma, "How about two or three people search Drake's house and Dende and Goku get Mana."
With everyone in agreement they went to designated places in the city. Gohan, Piccolo and Vegeta went to the apartment block, flying swiftly till they ducked into an ally and climbed the staircases to the small apartment house.
Goku had flown a little ahead of Dende when he let out a shout and pointed to the earth below. There in an isolated spot of the park was Mana with Drake's arm possessively around her shoulders. They lay against a yellowing tree and a few crinkled brown leaves fluttered to the ground. Even from his place in the sky, Dende could see that Mana was cold; her bare shoulders would shiver every few seconds.
Dende didn't have to wait for Goku to descende with him to the ground behind a large bushy shrub. Goku stepped out, stumbling on a rock he couldn't see on the way, before waiting for Dende to stand next to him.
Drake looked up from Mana's pink cheeks and regarded the two intruders in his opinion. He stood up, brushing down his jeans with a careless hand.
"Brought one of your wanna-be tough guys, freak?"
Goku tilted his head to the side in innocent confusion, "Why are you calling yourself a freak? Thats just plain wierd." The saiyan laughed loudly, oblivious to Drake's expression.
Dende walked forward, "Go home, Drake."
"Well, that would be really conevenient," A sly look flickered across his already smug face, "Me and Mana were just about to head to my place. I can guess you two haven't been that far, have you?"
Drake watched with satisfaction when Dende grinded his teeth, "Mana is not going anywhere near you dump. She is coming with me now."
Goku waved at the girl before suddenly disappearing. He appeared with half a second behind Drake who was just turning his head in shock when Goku grabbed him. Dende walked past Drake to Mana who stumbled back slightly.
A little hurt, Dende reached out a hand, "We're not going to hurt you Mana. This isn't the way things were supposed to be. You don't love Drake," He looked at her with deep sincerity. "You love me."
Mana shook her head and tried to run around the tree to her beloved Drake. Dende caught her quickly and held her arms at her sides.
"Lemme' go! Let me go! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Mana's screams attracted the curious eyes of a few toddlers but other than that there was nothing to worry about.
Drake was kicking, punching and bashing at any part of Goku's body. But the trained man easily deflected the attacks and in turn spun Drake around and shoved him forcefully to the ground where he remained limp.
Mana was another story. Dende had his arms around her in a comforting motion but a few kicks here and there and soon he knew he was going to have bruises.
"Hold still, Mana. We're trying to help you." Dende reasoned with her.
"Let's get back to the Lookout, Dende, maybe the others have found something." Goku said before lifting off. Dende slung Manan over one shoulder and had little difficulty in jumping into the sky and flying after Goku. Drake still lay on the floor, with his knees bent in and his rear up, face first in the grass.
On the other side of the city Gohan, Vegeta and Piccolo were still rummaging through Drake's soiled clothing and draws. Vegeta wrinkled his nose in disgust,
"I'm the prince of all saiyans, not some cleanup maid!" He growled and bent over to pick up a leather bound book. He held it up by one page and straightened. The prince skimmed over a few pages before sitting cross legged in the unmade bed and reading properly through one page.
"Imprisionment. . . power. . . . . . magic. . . aura. . . forced love. . destruction. . ." Vegeta's eyebrows knitted together, "This can't be that boy's."
Gohan walked into the bedroom, "Find anything Vegeta?"
Still trapped in the pages of the book, Vegeta could only mumble incoherently. Suddenly his eyes widened and realization hit him, "AH! The love spell! The boy's a magician or a wizard like Babidid!" The prince looked smug and tossed the worn book at Gohan.
It hit the teen's chest before falling into his hands and Gohan flicked over a few pages, "We have to show Dende this. If Drake has put a a forced love spell on Mana," Gohan looked back at Piccolo who stood behind him, "We have only 72 hours before the spell becomes permanent."
When the two parties arrived back at the Lookout Gohan, Piccolo and Vegeta were shocked to find Mana's ankle tied to one of Mr Popo's heavy pot plants. She shrieked and threatened at everyone who stood watching her struggle with the knotted rope. Mr Popo apologized every time she fell backwards when trying to pull away. Dende leaned against the column opposite her, looking agonized every time she slipped and cursed.
He listened intently to Piccolo and looked over the book Gohan had given him. Mr Popo, Chi Chi and Bulma, and Goku glanced over his shoulder as he read the spell book.
"It's clearly amateur," Dende concluded. "None of these spells are as powerful as Babidi's or Bibidi's for that matter. But if in the hands of even a semi-experienced user, these spells could really put up a fight against the earth."
Dende's right antenna twitched guiltily as Mana let out an exsperatated cry. The purple haired girl sat sulkily, glaring at him with angry amythest eyes.
Dende turned back to the group, "But how do we reverse it?"
Bulma put a finger to her lip thoughtfully, "You know that one witch movie, if you did the spell backwards, it went back to how it was before."
For a few hours everyone tried their ideas, no matter how insane. Eventually it was dark and everyone left, leaving Piccolo, Mr Popo, Dende and Mana.
Mana had finally tireded herself out and was lying curled against the pot with a content expression on her face. Dende watched her for a few minutes before Mr Popo cut into his thoughts.
"Master? Are you alright?"
Dende shook his head, "No, I'm not alright. The girl I love is under a spell and now she hates me."
The Earth's Guardian didn't say anything, but picked up the girl and carried her to the guest bedroom close to his own chambers. He lay her on the bed and covered her with a light yellow blanket before leaving.
O.O Whats gonna happen to Mana?
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