Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Foundling ❯ Time For Wishing ( Chapter 10 )

The last dragonball was in place. Sendre smiled to himself, remembering countless nights without rest, days spend searching, being aided by those with the skill and equiptment needed to make the search successful and nearly rubbed his hands together gleefully.

He stopped himself, of course. He did not want the Namek elder to know his secret desires.he did not want anyone to know. He watched the elder breathing as he gazed on those shiny, orangish balls.who would ever guess at the power those seemingly trinkets held.

They had, of course, given the Earthlings who had helped them insentive. By promising to make them so wealthy their eyes would bulge out, they had been nearly unstoppable in their search. That Sendre had no intention of following through with his promise did not phase him. If all went well, and there was no reason to think it would not, he would not have to worry about promises make to others ever again.

"It's time, Sendre." The Namek elder announced, "We must call the dragon now."

Sendre nodded, looking serene. He knew that soon his master would be there to snatch up the balls and victory would his. Not once did Sendre stop to wonder if his master would keep his promise to him.

The sky was changing. It was darkening and the winds were picking up, scattering dead leaves and other debris into little dustdevils all around them. Suddenly, the sky rigght above them became so bright that Sendre had to avert his eyes, lest they be damaged. The elder did no such thing. Bravely, he faced the light and slowly a shape formed of that light.

It was the dragon! Beautiful and deadly all at the same time. Sendre peered between his fingers and nearly fell down in awe, the sight affected him so. He had heard the tales, of course, who hadn't. But, to actually be there, in the dragon's presence, was another thing altogether.

"Name your wish." It's voice was low and strong, loud and unshakable. Sendre was reminded of moutains and rocks and other things unspeakably anceint and enduring. The dragon's voice echoed within his head and stirred his blood. A primal fear washed over him, as old as time itself and not to be denied.

Now's your chance! He said to himself, forcing himself out of his reverie, out of the state of fear and awe that he had succumbed to. He opened his mouth, blue-gray tongue flashing over suddenly dry lips, moving his lips, trying to speak.

"No!" He looked up, and saw his master arriving, just as he had known, in his heart of hearts, that he would, "Stop! That wish is mine!"

The elder spun in place, eyes wide, teeth clenched in rage at being interrupted when all his hard work was just about to come to fruitation. He know that he had to get his child back.he just had to!

And if he had to kill to do it. So be it.