Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dende's Love ❯ Lonely ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Sorry for taking so long. Writer's block doesn't discriminate, it affects people of all ages, colors, and writing techniques.

"talk" ; 'thought' ; *telepathy* ; ~dream, flashback~ ; ----time passed----

Dende's Love

Chapter 4: Lonely

Linden flew from the lookout, only now allowing tears to stream down her face.

'I wish Doquenis were dead. But since he's not, I guess it's time to start training. Get to the highest level if I can,' she thought desperately. She continued her flight until she came to a beautiful, foresty place, with a crystalline river running through it.

Her mind flashed back to Dende, causing a new stream of tears to flow down her face and neck. She threw her pack down and summoned the powers of her mind. She created a tinted bubble of shelter, complete with food and bed. She threw her pack inside, and undressed. She always trained best without the confines of clothes.

Naked, she rose up, and concentrated. She created a duplicate of herself. Getting into her battle stance, she went at her counterpart. Fast as lightning they both fought, and before long an hour went by, and then two. Linden called time, and her partner disappeared.

She went back to her shelter, getting some soap, and then went back to the stream. As she bathed, she was unaware of someone watching her. His grin, long blonde hair, and glinting aqua eyes made him handsome by any human's opinion. But if they looked deeper, they would discover that in this case, beauty is only skin deep.

Doquenis watched from his ship orbiting earth, shielding anyone from being able to read his power signa. He licked his lips as he watched her delicate looking hands cup her own fair skin with the washing cloth. She washed quickly, and swam to get the soap off.

He kept his gaze on her, biding his time until he could take her in every way, make her be ashamed to be in that whore's body of hers. He chuckled, and sat back on his reclining chair.

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At the lookout, Dende frowned to himself. 'Man, I didn't think that her not being here would feel this weird. It's not like she was here for a long period of time. And, well, it's not as if anything would have-'.

He whipped around as he heard someone approaching. He sighed in relief as he realized that it was Mr. Popo.

"Do you need anything, Dende?" he asked. He had seen the troubled frown on his young friend's face.

"Um, no, thank you Mr. Popo. I'm just thinking about things." Dende replied.

"Oh, okay." Mr. Popo said, and walked quietly to his own room in the lookout, glancing back at Dende occasionally.

Dende smiled to himself, back to where Mr. Popo was. 'Well, at least I know someone cares about me on the thing. And shows it.' he thought, bitterly.

He closed his eyes, picturing Linden's face. He sighed, and prayed to whatever deity was up there would bring her back to him. 'I want to help her. I CAN help her.' he thought, filling with new purpose.

--------------2 days later----------------

Linden shook out her hair out, drops of water flying everywhere. She sighed, feeling more relaxed now, after another grueling training session, and got back to her bubble-shelter. After she was dry and redressed, she plopped down onto her bed, falling asleep after a few seconds.

Something tickled her nose, and she swatted it away, determined to stay in her perfect dream world where she had both her family and friends back, as well as having Dende as her boyfriend.

The tickle came back, and as her mental senses returned, she sprang up into the traditional fighting stance, only to see............................

Hehe, *evil grin* I leave it there for you!! Again I say, I am SO sorry that this took so long. There's been so much crap going on in my life that I wasn't in the mental capacity to write. But I is back!!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! I need those things!