Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ From The Sea She Came ❯ Chapter Five: The Fragile Girl and the Not-So-Fragile Namek ( Chapter 5 )
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By: ZelAndPiccoloFreak 
Nerissa seems to be getting under the Nameks skin and Vegeta just seems to be helping her. Bulma scolds Piccolo for yelling at Nerissa.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 856 | Visits: 262 | Status: Completed
Nerissa seems to be getting under the Nameks skin and Vegeta just seems to be helping her. Bulma scolds Piccolo for yelling at Nerissa.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 856 | Visits: 262 | Status: Completed
Chapter Five- The Fragile Girl and the Not-So-Fragile Namek
Author's Note- Ventis Nunti (Latin- By the winds of the messanger) I don't own DBZ. I own Nerissa and my story :) Please do read my other stories and make reviews. I like hearing from people! And remember "We are all freaks, but some are just freakier than others."
Piccolo enters the den, "Vegeta, what are you telling her?"
"Piccolo! He told me you left!" Nerissa jumps up from the couch.
"I promised you I'd help you to understand. Don't listen to Vegeta. You can't trust everyone on the surface." Piccolo tries to act all nonchalant.
"You can't trust him, either." Vegeta says as he extricates himself from the den.
"Vegeta's right for once. I'm not trustworthy. But I can assure you, I don't usually break a promise."
"I believe you, Piccolo. It's not true is it?" Nerissa walks so she is inches away from the Namek.
"What?" Piccolo asks.
"That you only care about yourself."
"I-" Piccolo knows part of him wants to say, of course it's not true, but he still isn't sure.
"I don't understand this place." Nerissa sighs looking down at her feet.
"It is not true," Piccolo discovers a loophole in the question, "I don't care about myself."
"That's even worse! This place is wrong but so was the sea."
"Why is it wrong?" Piccolo questions curiously.
"I just don't understand how a person can't care about anything."
"I didn't say that," Piccolo tries to prevent Nerissa from twisting his words.
"What are you trying to say then?" Nerissa asks.
"I don't know!" Piccolo snaps at Nerissa angrily.
"I just don't understand!" Nerissa runs upstairs to her room.
Bulma hears the commotion and comes sprinting up, "What happened?"
"I yelled at her. She just made me so irritated! I didn't mean to make her upset." Piccolo says guiltily.
"What is your problem, Piccolo? Can't you see that that girl admires you?" Bulma puts her hands on her hips.
"Admires me?" Piccolo says shocked.
"Go upstairs and talk to her." Bulma points upstairs ordering Piccolo.
"Fine, but not because you told me to." Piccolo walks upstairs and tries to enter the room. It's locked.
Piccolo pounds on the door, "Nerissa! Open this door!" He gets no response except crying. Then he hears a crash.
"Nerissa! Are you alright?" He still receives no response so he forces the door open.
Nerissa is on the floor with tears streaming down her pale face. There is a broken vase beside her and her hand is bleeding. Piccolo rushes to her and kneels beside her. He rips a piece of his cloak and wraps it around her bleeding hand to form a crude bandage. She tries to push him away to no avail. Piccolo grabs her wrists gently, but firmly to stop her.
"Leave me alone!" Nerissa cries out.
"No. What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" Piccolo picks Nerissa off the floor so she is standing and looking into his deep onyx eyes.
"Why do you care if I am?" Nerissa pulls herself from his grasp and turns.
Piccolo grabs her shoulder and turns her back to him, "I'm not going to let you kill yourself."
"Why? I don't belong here or anywhere." Nerissa continues her tears.
"Calm down. Let's talk." Piccolo sits her down on the bed.
"I don't want to talk." Nerissa looks down at the bloody white scrap of cloth tied around her hand.
"Well, we're going to talk. Actually, I'm going to talk and you are going to listen." Piccolo wipes the tears from Nerissa's cheeks.
"Go away." Nerissa mumbles, unconvincing that she really wants him to leave.
"I know you are hurt and confused. I used to think I didn't belong but then I found a purpose. All you have to do is find your purpose."
"What was your purpose?" She asks curious.
"Gohan." He answers with one word, then continues her lesson, "I can help you find yours but we need to start working together. We are not alike, you and I. You have to understand I am not a people person. I am not easy to get along with."
"You must think I'm a child." Nerissa sighs and avoids eye contact.
"That's not true. I shouldn't of snapped at you. I'm… sorry. Let's go get your hand looked at by Dr. Briefs." Piccolo helps her to her feet.
Nerissa looks at the broken vase, "I don't even understand why I did it."
"I sometimes feel the same way." Piccolo helps her out of the room by holding her unwounded hand.
"Nerissa, are you okay?" Bulma comes and takes the woman away from Piccolo giving him the angry glare.
"I'm fine but I broke your vase."
"It was a cheap piece of junk. But look at your hand!" Bulma unwraps the piece of Piccolo's cloak from her hand to see the bloody cuts.
"It really doesn't hurt." Nerissa says coaxingly as she notices Piccolo walk outside.
****That's the end of Chapter Five. Please R&R! Nerissa tries to find a purpose. Can Piccolo help? All in the next chapter!****
Author's Note- Ventis Nunti (Latin- By the winds of the messanger) I don't own DBZ. I own Nerissa and my story :) Please do read my other stories and make reviews. I like hearing from people! And remember "We are all freaks, but some are just freakier than others."
Piccolo enters the den, "Vegeta, what are you telling her?"
"Piccolo! He told me you left!" Nerissa jumps up from the couch.
"I promised you I'd help you to understand. Don't listen to Vegeta. You can't trust everyone on the surface." Piccolo tries to act all nonchalant.
"You can't trust him, either." Vegeta says as he extricates himself from the den.
"Vegeta's right for once. I'm not trustworthy. But I can assure you, I don't usually break a promise."
"I believe you, Piccolo. It's not true is it?" Nerissa walks so she is inches away from the Namek.
"What?" Piccolo asks.
"That you only care about yourself."
"I-" Piccolo knows part of him wants to say, of course it's not true, but he still isn't sure.
"I don't understand this place." Nerissa sighs looking down at her feet.
"It is not true," Piccolo discovers a loophole in the question, "I don't care about myself."
"That's even worse! This place is wrong but so was the sea."
"Why is it wrong?" Piccolo questions curiously.
"I just don't understand how a person can't care about anything."
"I didn't say that," Piccolo tries to prevent Nerissa from twisting his words.
"What are you trying to say then?" Nerissa asks.
"I don't know!" Piccolo snaps at Nerissa angrily.
"I just don't understand!" Nerissa runs upstairs to her room.
Bulma hears the commotion and comes sprinting up, "What happened?"
"I yelled at her. She just made me so irritated! I didn't mean to make her upset." Piccolo says guiltily.
"What is your problem, Piccolo? Can't you see that that girl admires you?" Bulma puts her hands on her hips.
"Admires me?" Piccolo says shocked.
"Go upstairs and talk to her." Bulma points upstairs ordering Piccolo.
"Fine, but not because you told me to." Piccolo walks upstairs and tries to enter the room. It's locked.
Piccolo pounds on the door, "Nerissa! Open this door!" He gets no response except crying. Then he hears a crash.
"Nerissa! Are you alright?" He still receives no response so he forces the door open.
Nerissa is on the floor with tears streaming down her pale face. There is a broken vase beside her and her hand is bleeding. Piccolo rushes to her and kneels beside her. He rips a piece of his cloak and wraps it around her bleeding hand to form a crude bandage. She tries to push him away to no avail. Piccolo grabs her wrists gently, but firmly to stop her.
"Leave me alone!" Nerissa cries out.
"No. What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" Piccolo picks Nerissa off the floor so she is standing and looking into his deep onyx eyes.
"Why do you care if I am?" Nerissa pulls herself from his grasp and turns.
Piccolo grabs her shoulder and turns her back to him, "I'm not going to let you kill yourself."
"Why? I don't belong here or anywhere." Nerissa continues her tears.
"Calm down. Let's talk." Piccolo sits her down on the bed.
"I don't want to talk." Nerissa looks down at the bloody white scrap of cloth tied around her hand.
"Well, we're going to talk. Actually, I'm going to talk and you are going to listen." Piccolo wipes the tears from Nerissa's cheeks.
"Go away." Nerissa mumbles, unconvincing that she really wants him to leave.
"I know you are hurt and confused. I used to think I didn't belong but then I found a purpose. All you have to do is find your purpose."
"What was your purpose?" She asks curious.
"Gohan." He answers with one word, then continues her lesson, "I can help you find yours but we need to start working together. We are not alike, you and I. You have to understand I am not a people person. I am not easy to get along with."
"You must think I'm a child." Nerissa sighs and avoids eye contact.
"That's not true. I shouldn't of snapped at you. I'm… sorry. Let's go get your hand looked at by Dr. Briefs." Piccolo helps her to her feet.
Nerissa looks at the broken vase, "I don't even understand why I did it."
"I sometimes feel the same way." Piccolo helps her out of the room by holding her unwounded hand.
"Nerissa, are you okay?" Bulma comes and takes the woman away from Piccolo giving him the angry glare.
"I'm fine but I broke your vase."
"It was a cheap piece of junk. But look at your hand!" Bulma unwraps the piece of Piccolo's cloak from her hand to see the bloody cuts.
"It really doesn't hurt." Nerissa says coaxingly as she notices Piccolo walk outside.
****That's the end of Chapter Five. Please R&R! Nerissa tries to find a purpose. Can Piccolo help? All in the next chapter!****