Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ XV ( Chapter 15 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 161 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.07.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 161 | Status: Completed
Chapter XV
Piccolo had been circling the island on which he'd left Kaeru. Unfortunately her power level was so well concealed that he was having difficulty pin-pointing her location. He was on his third circuit around, when he caught it, her ki level rising just a bit, like it was a gentle exhalation of breath, before dropping off the scale. Changing his trajectory, angling lower, he moved in swiftly.
Kaeru opened her eyes slowly, sighing as her shoulders slumped. "That certainly hadn't gone well…" The meditation had quickly transformed from a peaceful sort of relaxation, to something so horrible, she still had goose bumps rising on her skin. Climbing from the water with a groan, muscles protesting every movement, she walked over the warm rocks, leaving behind sloppy wet footprints. Kneeling down, she ran her fingers through her snarled wet hair, braiding it quickly. She then dug through her clothes, until she came up with the lightest roll of cloth. Holding the free end in her teeth, she passed the roll back and forth around her body, starting at the bottom of her ribcage and working her way up. When she'd made her 'bra', she took the end from her teeth, and wound it once more around her, knotting the ends together at the small of her back. Her feet and arms were wrapped, and pants pulled on, when she raised her head. Above her, a green, purple, and white streak, Piccolo soared in, his power level flickering with his heartbeat, first strong and obvious, then held nearly invisible.
Her shirt was over her arms, as she prepared to pull it on, when he hovered over the pool, the displacement of air caused by his ki making ripples that radiated out from his toes, which drifted a hair's breadth over the surface.
"What's the matter?" she asked idly, putting her shirt on, and pulling her braid out.
"Just come with me. I'll explain on the way there."
The tone in his voice made the fur on Kaeru's tail puff out, doubling its size. She followed after him quickly.
"So what you're saying is that something …attacked Dende?" Kaeru asked quietly, after all had been explained to the best of Piccolo's ability.
"Yes."
"And you don't know what? Or where it came from?"
"Not yet." He pursed his lips in thought. "We've checked this planet several times over. It's perfectly calm."
"Maybe it's from another world, then?"
"I highly doubt it. Anyone with that sort of power would not direct it at a lowly planetary God. I'm sure they would aim for someone higher up."
Kaeru's brow furrowed. Turning her gaze forward, she saw the thin spire the Lookout rested on, hard to discern, even to her trained eyes. Above it, the Lookout rested, a giant half-circle, a strange sight in the clear blue sky. Suddenly, it hit her, and she stopped dead in her tracks. "That's it. Oh Kami-sama, that's it."
Piccolo, who had stopped a few feet ahead of her, looked at her curiously. "What?"
"Piccolo… what… what if that wasn't a call to a God?"
He raised a brow. "I don't follow."
"What if it was a call to a fellow species? Piccolo, what if that awful cry came from Namecksei?"
His chest tightened at the thought. "It's a possibility…" he hated himself for admitting that it could be right. "They called out to Dende for a reason. His power as a Kami-sama allows him to hear certain things. That meant that he could send help. He could send us."
Kaeru didn't respond. She knew he was right. The awful feeling of nausea in her gut told her that. Instead, she streaked off to the Lookout, hell-bent for leather, Piccolo having trouble keeping up with her.
The pair had no sooner touched down, when Popo scurried over, worry etched on his portly face. "Piccolo! It's happened again!"
Exchanging glances, Kaeru paling visibly, they made their way to Dende's room. Upon opening the door, they found it crammed with the Z Senshi, all of them clustered around his bed, looking concerned. Vejiita kept his back to them, standing in the corner, arms crossed proudly. Despite his aloof manner, he felt a gnawing feeling at the back of his consciousness, which he suspected was his growing care for the well-being of this planet and its inhabitants. Their hushed whispers silenced as the door entered, Mr. Popo leading Piccolo and Kaeru.
Wedging his way between Gohan and Videl, Piccolo made his way over to Dende. The God lay, swimming in a mass of sheets and robes. He was awake, but blinking slowly. Laying a hand on his shoulder, grateful for the fact that he'd made his own way out of the vision this time, Piccolo managed a small, comforting smile.
"Piccolo…" Dende breathed. "I know who it is." It was the first he'd spoken since it had happened. Everyone drew in closer, even Vejiita. Videl gave way to Kaeru, who's tail was swaying back and forth madly. Gokou stood to Dende's right, Gohan and Goten standing next to him. Goten rested his weight on one foot, allowing no other movement of himself except for a constant chewing of his lower lip. Trunks stood beside him, fists clenched at his sides, hair slipping from the ponytail at the nape of his neck. Behind him was Vejiita, who didn't know whether to wear an expression of concern or his usual glower. Yamucha and Piccolo were on the other side of the bed, Puar sitting in Yamucha's hair, leaning forward enough so that her front paws were on his forehead. Juuhatchi-gou and Kuririn were by the door, both Marron and Pan playing Jan Ken Pon at their feet. It was obvious from the look on Pan's face that Marron was winning.
"Who, Dende?"
"It was Muuri. He came through alone this time. The cry comes from Namecksei."
Allowing themselves only a fraction of a second of alarm, 10 heads looked around frantically, as if someone would say something to disprove what Kami-sama had just said. Gokou rested his hands on the bed, trying to hear the God's whispered words, when he turned his empty eyes over to him. "You must help them, Gokou."
His eyes narrowed in determination, as he swiftly changed from lovable dolt to leader. "We'll go in teams. The first one leaves now." He scanned over those assembled. "Yamucha, I want you to stay behind. Incase this thing moves. Protect Dende and the others."
Yamucha, more than happy to stay out of immediate trouble, nodded seriously, as Gokou turned, the others filing out behind him. As their parents turned to leave, Pan and Marron, who'd been shooed over to Dende's beside, clutched the leg of Yamucha's trousers. "I love you 'Kaasan!!" Marron cried, putting an arm around the younger Pan.
"Me too!" she whimpered.
Ignoring the cries of their children, which tugged viciously at their heartstrings, Juuhatchi-gou, Kuririn, Gohan and Videl followed behind the others. Self-choosing their place on the teams, Vejiita, Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo all clustered around Gokou, who prepared to depart. But the sound of Gohan arguing with someone distracted Gokou from leaving.
"I want you to stay behind."
"No. I'm coming."
"Videl, what if something bad happens? Better yet, what if one of us is killed?" Gohan faced his wife, who stood with the others who were on the second shift.
"This is no place for an inept Chikyuujin." Vejiita snapped abruptly, aiming to prevent her from coming by insulting her.
"These aren't thieves and gang-members. This is the real thing, Videl. We're not teenagers anymore. What about Pan?"
"I don't care what you say. You aren't going anywhere without me."
Opening his mouth in protest, he was cut off by Kaeru. "Let her come, Gohan." She and Videl exchanged small grins, Kaeru nodding appreciatively.
Out-voted by these stubborn women, Gohan hung his head in resignation. Gokou chuckled, despite himself, and raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand to his forehead. "I'll be back for the rest of you in a flash." he said, glancing at the rest of the party out of the corner of his eye. His form blurred, like a T.V whose vertical hold was shorting out. Those who were holding on to his shoulders also started to vanish, as the Shunkan Idou carried them to Namecksei.
Piccolo had been circling the island on which he'd left Kaeru. Unfortunately her power level was so well concealed that he was having difficulty pin-pointing her location. He was on his third circuit around, when he caught it, her ki level rising just a bit, like it was a gentle exhalation of breath, before dropping off the scale. Changing his trajectory, angling lower, he moved in swiftly.
Kaeru opened her eyes slowly, sighing as her shoulders slumped. "That certainly hadn't gone well…" The meditation had quickly transformed from a peaceful sort of relaxation, to something so horrible, she still had goose bumps rising on her skin. Climbing from the water with a groan, muscles protesting every movement, she walked over the warm rocks, leaving behind sloppy wet footprints. Kneeling down, she ran her fingers through her snarled wet hair, braiding it quickly. She then dug through her clothes, until she came up with the lightest roll of cloth. Holding the free end in her teeth, she passed the roll back and forth around her body, starting at the bottom of her ribcage and working her way up. When she'd made her 'bra', she took the end from her teeth, and wound it once more around her, knotting the ends together at the small of her back. Her feet and arms were wrapped, and pants pulled on, when she raised her head. Above her, a green, purple, and white streak, Piccolo soared in, his power level flickering with his heartbeat, first strong and obvious, then held nearly invisible.
Her shirt was over her arms, as she prepared to pull it on, when he hovered over the pool, the displacement of air caused by his ki making ripples that radiated out from his toes, which drifted a hair's breadth over the surface.
"What's the matter?" she asked idly, putting her shirt on, and pulling her braid out.
"Just come with me. I'll explain on the way there."
The tone in his voice made the fur on Kaeru's tail puff out, doubling its size. She followed after him quickly.
"So what you're saying is that something …attacked Dende?" Kaeru asked quietly, after all had been explained to the best of Piccolo's ability.
"Yes."
"And you don't know what? Or where it came from?"
"Not yet." He pursed his lips in thought. "We've checked this planet several times over. It's perfectly calm."
"Maybe it's from another world, then?"
"I highly doubt it. Anyone with that sort of power would not direct it at a lowly planetary God. I'm sure they would aim for someone higher up."
Kaeru's brow furrowed. Turning her gaze forward, she saw the thin spire the Lookout rested on, hard to discern, even to her trained eyes. Above it, the Lookout rested, a giant half-circle, a strange sight in the clear blue sky. Suddenly, it hit her, and she stopped dead in her tracks. "That's it. Oh Kami-sama, that's it."
Piccolo, who had stopped a few feet ahead of her, looked at her curiously. "What?"
"Piccolo… what… what if that wasn't a call to a God?"
He raised a brow. "I don't follow."
"What if it was a call to a fellow species? Piccolo, what if that awful cry came from Namecksei?"
His chest tightened at the thought. "It's a possibility…" he hated himself for admitting that it could be right. "They called out to Dende for a reason. His power as a Kami-sama allows him to hear certain things. That meant that he could send help. He could send us."
Kaeru didn't respond. She knew he was right. The awful feeling of nausea in her gut told her that. Instead, she streaked off to the Lookout, hell-bent for leather, Piccolo having trouble keeping up with her.
The pair had no sooner touched down, when Popo scurried over, worry etched on his portly face. "Piccolo! It's happened again!"
Exchanging glances, Kaeru paling visibly, they made their way to Dende's room. Upon opening the door, they found it crammed with the Z Senshi, all of them clustered around his bed, looking concerned. Vejiita kept his back to them, standing in the corner, arms crossed proudly. Despite his aloof manner, he felt a gnawing feeling at the back of his consciousness, which he suspected was his growing care for the well-being of this planet and its inhabitants. Their hushed whispers silenced as the door entered, Mr. Popo leading Piccolo and Kaeru.
Wedging his way between Gohan and Videl, Piccolo made his way over to Dende. The God lay, swimming in a mass of sheets and robes. He was awake, but blinking slowly. Laying a hand on his shoulder, grateful for the fact that he'd made his own way out of the vision this time, Piccolo managed a small, comforting smile.
"Piccolo…" Dende breathed. "I know who it is." It was the first he'd spoken since it had happened. Everyone drew in closer, even Vejiita. Videl gave way to Kaeru, who's tail was swaying back and forth madly. Gokou stood to Dende's right, Gohan and Goten standing next to him. Goten rested his weight on one foot, allowing no other movement of himself except for a constant chewing of his lower lip. Trunks stood beside him, fists clenched at his sides, hair slipping from the ponytail at the nape of his neck. Behind him was Vejiita, who didn't know whether to wear an expression of concern or his usual glower. Yamucha and Piccolo were on the other side of the bed, Puar sitting in Yamucha's hair, leaning forward enough so that her front paws were on his forehead. Juuhatchi-gou and Kuririn were by the door, both Marron and Pan playing Jan Ken Pon at their feet. It was obvious from the look on Pan's face that Marron was winning.
"Who, Dende?"
"It was Muuri. He came through alone this time. The cry comes from Namecksei."
Allowing themselves only a fraction of a second of alarm, 10 heads looked around frantically, as if someone would say something to disprove what Kami-sama had just said. Gokou rested his hands on the bed, trying to hear the God's whispered words, when he turned his empty eyes over to him. "You must help them, Gokou."
His eyes narrowed in determination, as he swiftly changed from lovable dolt to leader. "We'll go in teams. The first one leaves now." He scanned over those assembled. "Yamucha, I want you to stay behind. Incase this thing moves. Protect Dende and the others."
Yamucha, more than happy to stay out of immediate trouble, nodded seriously, as Gokou turned, the others filing out behind him. As their parents turned to leave, Pan and Marron, who'd been shooed over to Dende's beside, clutched the leg of Yamucha's trousers. "I love you 'Kaasan!!" Marron cried, putting an arm around the younger Pan.
"Me too!" she whimpered.
Ignoring the cries of their children, which tugged viciously at their heartstrings, Juuhatchi-gou, Kuririn, Gohan and Videl followed behind the others. Self-choosing their place on the teams, Vejiita, Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo all clustered around Gokou, who prepared to depart. But the sound of Gohan arguing with someone distracted Gokou from leaving.
"I want you to stay behind."
"No. I'm coming."
"Videl, what if something bad happens? Better yet, what if one of us is killed?" Gohan faced his wife, who stood with the others who were on the second shift.
"This is no place for an inept Chikyuujin." Vejiita snapped abruptly, aiming to prevent her from coming by insulting her.
"These aren't thieves and gang-members. This is the real thing, Videl. We're not teenagers anymore. What about Pan?"
"I don't care what you say. You aren't going anywhere without me."
Opening his mouth in protest, he was cut off by Kaeru. "Let her come, Gohan." She and Videl exchanged small grins, Kaeru nodding appreciatively.
Out-voted by these stubborn women, Gohan hung his head in resignation. Gokou chuckled, despite himself, and raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand to his forehead. "I'll be back for the rest of you in a flash." he said, glancing at the rest of the party out of the corner of his eye. His form blurred, like a T.V whose vertical hold was shorting out. Those who were holding on to his shoulders also started to vanish, as the Shunkan Idou carried them to Namecksei.