*Ja-ihn's POV*
I jerk awake from a nightmare. I could have sworn they were back. It wasn't even a premonition… more of an intention. A gut feeling, the sixth sense prey develops. Taking a deep breath I sense my surroundings. Vegeta is prowling the halls probably expecting me to kill his precious family. After all the horrible things I'd heard of the prince I was amused at how much he cared for Bulma and Trunks. I wondered if they knew that. Probably not. Well I wasn't sticking my nose in other people's business. How had Bunny said earlier? L-O-L?
I could sense Piccolo somewhere far off. Since the fight in the forest, his qi was easy to track. It was comfortable somehow…
Looking back on it, I had somehow enjoyed fighting him. I usually hate fighting. But there was a smug satisfaction of having his full attention.
Shaking myself I settle into the blanket some more. I sighed. Topple hadn't moved at all. If it weren't for his qi pulsing weakly I would think he was dead. I can hear Vegeta and Bulma move around somewhere down the hall. That I wonder if they got any sleep at all. I doze off when the word "BAD!" wakes me up. Was I dreaming again. Leaning over I run a hand through Topple's hair, disentangling the worst knots out of habit.
"Please stop it… I'll brush it …later…." Topples muffled voice emanated from behind the oxygen mask. I almost shriek. Jumping to my feet. "Topple! Are you alright? Talk to me! " his mismatched eyes are struggling to stay open, but he find the strength to smile at me. A big goofy grin.
Happiness swells inside me like a bubble ready to burst.
He makes muffled sounds and takes off the mask "…said I could go to school."
"What?" I ask. What is he talking about?
"School… Gohan said…. I could go to school with him." He explains sleepily.
I'm dumb struck, he almost died and now he wants to go to school? Then I smile. Looks like he'll be fine soon. It feels like the weight of the world slides off my heart.
'He's alive. He's alive.' Is all I can think. 'He's alive. He's alive!'
Topple settles into the sheets of his bed "You know I could get used to a bed like this. I like the… blankets…" He murmurs, snuggling his forehead into my palm. I think I might be crying.
Sighing happily Topple slips back into sleep. But it's just sleep. Tomorrow he'll be fine again. He'll eat a mountain of food. Trip over his feet and tail. Act hyperactive and ask random questions!
"I love you, little brother." I mutter to him.
For the first time that night, I truly settle into sleep.
As I fall asleep, I abstractly want to tell Piccolo about Topple.
