Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Garrulous and Gritless ❯ I, 28: Gohan ( Chapter 28 )
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By: ShiningMoon 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Comedy / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 242 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Comedy / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.29.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 242 | Status: Completed
I hear a little bit of rustling around; I guess it’s them getting settled or something. They whisper a few words to each other and I try not to listen because Mom always said it’s not polite to eavesdrop. But still I can tell on accident that there’s a whole lot of giggling. Then Bulma answers the door, messing around with her hair while she steps over to the side to let me in. “What brings you here?” she asks me.
Really it’s ‘cause Raditz showed up and beat my dad up and ran off quick and then his power level was going all crazy. I’m worried. But, I don’t think he really wants me to say that, ‘cause Piccolo also doesn’t like it when I tell him I’m worried about him. I guess it’s something like kids aren’t allowed to be worried about people. So I just tell her (‘cause it’s also true), “I wanted to say hi to Raditz since he’s back.”
“Sure,” she says, and I look past her and I see he’s putting his beat-up armor on. Bulma says something to him about making more armor, but he doesn’t really say that much back because he looks like he’s trying to figure out something to say to me.
Then he finally says, “Sorry, kid,” while he keeps looking at me.
“Huh?” is all I can come up with. It’s not like I didn’t want him to come back or something, and…oh wait, I bet… “You mean for how you beat my dad up?”
He just kind of grunts. Bulma just shakes her head at him. “I’m sure he’s sorry.” Then she gives him this kind of look that I’ve seen my mom give Dad sometimes, that makes him go all quiet. I keep thinking he’ll say something anyway, ‘cause, I always thought Mom was way scarier than Bulma and, well, and Dad kind of feels worse when he gets those kinds of looks than Raditz would, but I guess I was wrong ‘cause he stays quiet.
“I need to make sure somebody’s repairing that hole in the roof,” she says, squeezing past me out the door, giving Raditz another look.
“I’m happy you’re back,” I say. “I was scared something bad happened to you or you were stuck somewhere.”
“Almost was,” he says back to me, and he grins a little. “You know, I found your green friend’s home planet.”
“Yeah,” I say. “What was it like?”
“There was a really fat one,” he tells me, looking serious. “He had…fuckin’…messed-up powers.” I’m pretty used to how Raditz swears all the time and it kind of makes me laugh now. I just wait and see if he says any more. “He did something weird to me.”
“You’re stronger,” I tell him. There’s no way he coulda beat Dad like that before…well, I don’t know, I guess I couldn’t sense energy the first time they fought so maybe he could have then. But anyway, it was…kind of crazy to watch. They both looked crazy. It’s weird that Dad talks about how Saiyans are bad because when he was fighting Raditz they both had the same sort of look in their eyes that nobody else I’ve ever seen has, and how can he not like being a Saiyan when he’s really definitely a Saiyan? I like being half-Saiyan. Oh, except…I forgot…Raditz wasn’t there when I got my tail pulled off on purpose. He probably thinks I’m a bad Saiyan now.
“That’s part of it,” he says, and then he seems to notice what I’ve been thinking about when he looks at me again. “What happened to your tail?”
I fidget around a little bit trying to think of how I can explain it so it doesn’t seem like I wanted to take it off even though I really did want to take it off but not because of why he’s probably worried I did. “Um, I, it’s sort of…” I’m looking down but I can feel his eyes sort of digging into me. Grown-ups have this way of digging their eyes in. I wonder if I’ll be able to do that someday. “It’s…I was sparring and, and I started really really hurting, and I just got this hunch it came from my tail,” I say. “It sort of felt like burning, like…” I don’t know what else to say. “I just felt like I really had to get rid of my tail, so I told Dad to pull it off.” He seemed so pleased about it. I really hope sometime he’ll understand how being a Saiyan isn’t bad. Just because his brother was mean to him doesn’t mean he should hate who he is. Right? I mean…I guess…Raditz did bad things…but Piccolo did too and now he barely ever does anything bad. I bet that if people just make Raditz feel like he could get along okay here he wouldn’t kill a bunch of people or anything. He even saved that little Namekian, Dende. That has to mean something! Is Dad just mad ‘cause it’s his brother that’s bad, and not just some other guy? I don’t have a brother but I guess I would be sort of mad if I did and he turned out to be a real meanie. Still…
“I see,” is pretty much all he says for a while. “I’m sure your father was pleased.” I nod. “Do you miss it?” he finally says.
“Yeah,” I say. “I really wish I could still have it. But I know it would just hurt more if I did. It was bad…it felt like my muscles were really tired and full of lava or something.” He looks like he’s thinking about it for a while and shrugs. His own tail is waving around a little bit. It gets still when he looks back at me, like he’s thinking of saying something else. It always means something when Raditz gets quiet. It means he’s thinking hard about something that he doesn’t normally think about. I figured that out when I was training with him. Sometimes he would just look at me. I could never get him to say what he was thinking but real secretly I sort of would sneak it in some other time and he wouldn’t notice and then he’d tell me. I feel like Mom wouldn’t be happy about me tricking him like that, but maybe she would, since she doesn’t like Raditz. Maybe she should talk to Bulma more and maybe Bulma could sort of tell her about how she and Raditz get along okay.
“Gohan,” Raditz says. Usually he doesn’t say my name, just calls me ‘kid’ or ‘whelp’ or ‘brat’ or something else, so I shiver a little bit. I don’t know why.
“Yeah?” I say.
He sits down on the bed and pats the spot beside him. I sit down there and keep looking at him, ‘cause, this definitely isn’t how he normally acts. He seems really serious about something. He asks, “Have you been training hard?”
“Very hard,” I tell him. “I wanna make sure Piccolo doesn’t die when the other Saiyans come.”
He breathes heavy and ruffles his hand on my hair. “Very brave of you,” he says.
I nod. “Dad says I have to be real brave if I want to be a good fighter.” He seems to think about that a little bit.
“You’d say you’re pretty smart, right, kid?” he asks me. I kind of smile a little bit because it’s important to not seem like you’re better than somebody else but it’s not like I don’t know that a bunch of other people the same age as me haven’t studied as much as I have. But I guess I haven’t been studying quite as much since we’ve been training. Maybe they all caught up by now. He grins a little back, but the grin goes away pretty fast. “I don’t want to trick you ‘cause I don’t think I could,” he finally says. “But when the battle comes, don’t fight.”
“How come?” I ask. ‘Cause before when we trained together he was always really proud of how I could learn so fast. I mean, he didn’t say it like that, he said it like, ‘Dammit, just ‘cause you’re good at copying me don’t meant you’re a better fighter’n me!’ but that’s pretty much the same thing, I think, ‘cause that’s juts how Raditz talks.
“It ain’t the Saiyans coming,” he says. He looks like he’s thinking real hard about what to say after. “It’s somebody much stronger. You’ve gotta leave, kid. Hell, I would too, only these damned voices in my head keep telling me I can’t, or something. I don’t get it.”
“Um,” I start, ‘cause, I don’t know how to say this in a good way, “no offense, but,” then I think some more, “but I think just maybe I might sometimes be stronger than you. Plus I have to stay and help Piccolo.” If I just left, and something bad happened to him, like Kami keeps saying it will, I’d feel…broken inside. I don’t know.
“I’m stronger now, remember?” he says.
“But I’m really strong,” I say back. I don’t know what else to say. It’s really true; that time my tail made me itch so bad, I thought for maybe just a tiny bit of a second I was stronger than Dad. I said that to him, and he said maybe I was, ‘cause when Raditz first came I did something kind of like that too. He said he couldn’t explain it that well but Piccolo said he thinks it might come from my feelings. It’s kind of neat thinking my feelings could do that to me but also I sort of wish that I could just be really strong all the time, like Piccolo and Raditz and Dad. “Who’s stronger than the other Saiyans?” I ask him all of a sudden, ‘cause I don’t really wanna keep going like we have been because there’s no way he’s gonna convince me not to fight to keep Piccolo safe and there’s no way he’s gonna like that I keep saying that. I know ‘cause the same thing happens when Piccolo keeps telling me, stay on the side and don’t do anything unless he tells me. He says it’s strategy but I think he knows that I know that that’s not it because he knows that I’m smart, and anyway, he didn’t really give any good reasons for me to be on the side when I’ve been training really hard just so that I won’t be on the side!
“Freeza,” Raditz says, and the way it comes through his teeth is like he’s shivering, and hissing it out.
“How come you never mentioned Freeza before?” I keep going. I mean, it seems like it would be important if there was somebody even stronger than this Vegeta guy!
He looks like he has thoughts rolling around for a little bit, by the way his head swivels this and that way on his neck while he stays quiet. “It didn’t matter before. I didn’t give a damn about him before.”
I don’t say anything because usually if you just let him, Raditz will keep on talking and talking and talking, especially if you ask him about himself. I learned that while I was training with him. But this time, he doesn’t say a single thing. He just sits there on the edge of the bed, and then he starts rubbing his head like it hurts. This is a little bit like the times I talk with Piccolo—I think he’s thinking a lot of things that he doesn’t want to tell me. Finally he stands up. I’m about to ask him where he’s going and he says, “Hungry. There was shit to eat on Namek.”
“There—” I open my mouth and I probably look really confused, because I am.
“I mean there wasn’t much to eat there,” he explains with this little grumble he does sometimes. He looks like he’s about to dash off when he adds on, “Do me a favor and check on that tiny Namekian. I don’t know what I was thinking, bringing him here,” he stops—probably ‘cause he actually does know, ‘cause that’s just how he is—“but I did and now I don’t want the thing getting lost. You know, in case your friend Kami can use him, or, something.” And then he’s gone.
…
I stretch my senses out to try to find Dende and he’s not at the first place I look, which is where he was when I left to see what happened to Raditz. In fact, it took me a while to find him because he turned out to be all the way up at Kami’s Lookout.
So I fly up there, though I’m pretty sure that since I can sense him (and his power level isn’t as tiny as he is—it’s not very big, but I can notice it…it’s really distinct, I guess) there of all places, he’s probably okay. When I land on the edge I see that over in the distance Piccolo and Dende and Kami are all talking. I don’t really wanna interrupt them (it seems like I always do that!) but before I can hide myself or leave for a little while, Piccolo notices me, and jerks his head toward the others like he wants me to come and join in.
“Raditz told me to check on you,” I tell Dende. We didn’t really talk a lot earlier because I was in a hurry to find out what happened to Raditz, but he seems really nice. He’s more like Kami than Piccolo, I guess, because he’s nice to everyone instead of just a few people, and he seems more peaceful. Well, besides that he’s really worried that something bad is gonna happen to…his family, I guess. He told me right before I left that where he’s from, everybody is family, not just the people you live with or came from. Things sure sound different there, but it sounds kind of nice.
Piccolo looks like he doesn’t believe me. “Did he?” he says, and when I nod he seems like he’s putting that little bit in his mind or something.
“What are you guys talking about?” I ask.
“We were, ah—” Dende starts to talk, but then Kami talks instead.
“We were discussing Namek,” he tells me with a nice smile. “It sounds wonderful. I only wish that I could visit one day,” the last part he says right after sighing.
“I’m gonna save you guys,” I tell him. “So that you and Piccolo won’t die and then you can go to Namek if you want. Oh…” I sort of forget what I’m saying, because I used to be really sure about beating Vegeta, but Raditz seemed really scared of this Freeza even though he’s all that much stronger than he used to be. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to tell anybody, but it seems important. “Um, Raditz says it’s not gonna be those two Saiyans Nappa and Vegeta that we’re going to fight, but instead somebody named Freeza. Raditz says he’s way way stronger than Vegeta!”
“He’s certain?” Piccolo asks. Even he looks a little scared.
“I, um,” uh-oh, now I feel bad, “I don’t know. I didn’t ask. He seemed pretty sure but I guess I didn’t ask why…”
“Then we need to look into it further,” he breathes out a little, and keeps looking at me. “You need to find out what makes him think this. No need to do anything drastic if our foe is only the one we originally expected, instead of this ‘Freeza’…if he even exists.”
Kami shakes his head a little, but doesn’t say anything. “We can keep talking later. For now, it sounds like you two will be quite occupied with your training. I shall continue to converse with Dende here.” I was wondering if Dende knew how to fight at all, and that was why Raditz brought him back, but it seems like he can’t. I guess it makes sense for him to stay with Kami. He’ll be safer up here. And he looks happy. I hope I have time to talk to him again later…but for right now, I need to go talk to Raditz and find out what’s going on. He seemed so scared…I don’t think he’s lying. But I guess Piccolo is right, how does he know for sure? Can he sense this guy from really far away? Or maybe Freeza is actually really close and we just can’t tell, somehow? The more I think about it, the more I want to hurry back and sort things out.
“I’ll come with you,” Piccolo says as I’m about to take off; I guess he knows right where I’m headed. “I need to hear this for myself.”
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Really it’s ‘cause Raditz showed up and beat my dad up and ran off quick and then his power level was going all crazy. I’m worried. But, I don’t think he really wants me to say that, ‘cause Piccolo also doesn’t like it when I tell him I’m worried about him. I guess it’s something like kids aren’t allowed to be worried about people. So I just tell her (‘cause it’s also true), “I wanted to say hi to Raditz since he’s back.”
“Sure,” she says, and I look past her and I see he’s putting his beat-up armor on. Bulma says something to him about making more armor, but he doesn’t really say that much back because he looks like he’s trying to figure out something to say to me.
Then he finally says, “Sorry, kid,” while he keeps looking at me.
“Huh?” is all I can come up with. It’s not like I didn’t want him to come back or something, and…oh wait, I bet… “You mean for how you beat my dad up?”
He just kind of grunts. Bulma just shakes her head at him. “I’m sure he’s sorry.” Then she gives him this kind of look that I’ve seen my mom give Dad sometimes, that makes him go all quiet. I keep thinking he’ll say something anyway, ‘cause, I always thought Mom was way scarier than Bulma and, well, and Dad kind of feels worse when he gets those kinds of looks than Raditz would, but I guess I was wrong ‘cause he stays quiet.
“I need to make sure somebody’s repairing that hole in the roof,” she says, squeezing past me out the door, giving Raditz another look.
“I’m happy you’re back,” I say. “I was scared something bad happened to you or you were stuck somewhere.”
“Almost was,” he says back to me, and he grins a little. “You know, I found your green friend’s home planet.”
“Yeah,” I say. “What was it like?”
“There was a really fat one,” he tells me, looking serious. “He had…fuckin’…messed-up powers.” I’m pretty used to how Raditz swears all the time and it kind of makes me laugh now. I just wait and see if he says any more. “He did something weird to me.”
“You’re stronger,” I tell him. There’s no way he coulda beat Dad like that before…well, I don’t know, I guess I couldn’t sense energy the first time they fought so maybe he could have then. But anyway, it was…kind of crazy to watch. They both looked crazy. It’s weird that Dad talks about how Saiyans are bad because when he was fighting Raditz they both had the same sort of look in their eyes that nobody else I’ve ever seen has, and how can he not like being a Saiyan when he’s really definitely a Saiyan? I like being half-Saiyan. Oh, except…I forgot…Raditz wasn’t there when I got my tail pulled off on purpose. He probably thinks I’m a bad Saiyan now.
“That’s part of it,” he says, and then he seems to notice what I’ve been thinking about when he looks at me again. “What happened to your tail?”
I fidget around a little bit trying to think of how I can explain it so it doesn’t seem like I wanted to take it off even though I really did want to take it off but not because of why he’s probably worried I did. “Um, I, it’s sort of…” I’m looking down but I can feel his eyes sort of digging into me. Grown-ups have this way of digging their eyes in. I wonder if I’ll be able to do that someday. “It’s…I was sparring and, and I started really really hurting, and I just got this hunch it came from my tail,” I say. “It sort of felt like burning, like…” I don’t know what else to say. “I just felt like I really had to get rid of my tail, so I told Dad to pull it off.” He seemed so pleased about it. I really hope sometime he’ll understand how being a Saiyan isn’t bad. Just because his brother was mean to him doesn’t mean he should hate who he is. Right? I mean…I guess…Raditz did bad things…but Piccolo did too and now he barely ever does anything bad. I bet that if people just make Raditz feel like he could get along okay here he wouldn’t kill a bunch of people or anything. He even saved that little Namekian, Dende. That has to mean something! Is Dad just mad ‘cause it’s his brother that’s bad, and not just some other guy? I don’t have a brother but I guess I would be sort of mad if I did and he turned out to be a real meanie. Still…
“I see,” is pretty much all he says for a while. “I’m sure your father was pleased.” I nod. “Do you miss it?” he finally says.
“Yeah,” I say. “I really wish I could still have it. But I know it would just hurt more if I did. It was bad…it felt like my muscles were really tired and full of lava or something.” He looks like he’s thinking about it for a while and shrugs. His own tail is waving around a little bit. It gets still when he looks back at me, like he’s thinking of saying something else. It always means something when Raditz gets quiet. It means he’s thinking hard about something that he doesn’t normally think about. I figured that out when I was training with him. Sometimes he would just look at me. I could never get him to say what he was thinking but real secretly I sort of would sneak it in some other time and he wouldn’t notice and then he’d tell me. I feel like Mom wouldn’t be happy about me tricking him like that, but maybe she would, since she doesn’t like Raditz. Maybe she should talk to Bulma more and maybe Bulma could sort of tell her about how she and Raditz get along okay.
“Gohan,” Raditz says. Usually he doesn’t say my name, just calls me ‘kid’ or ‘whelp’ or ‘brat’ or something else, so I shiver a little bit. I don’t know why.
“Yeah?” I say.
He sits down on the bed and pats the spot beside him. I sit down there and keep looking at him, ‘cause, this definitely isn’t how he normally acts. He seems really serious about something. He asks, “Have you been training hard?”
“Very hard,” I tell him. “I wanna make sure Piccolo doesn’t die when the other Saiyans come.”
He breathes heavy and ruffles his hand on my hair. “Very brave of you,” he says.
I nod. “Dad says I have to be real brave if I want to be a good fighter.” He seems to think about that a little bit.
“You’d say you’re pretty smart, right, kid?” he asks me. I kind of smile a little bit because it’s important to not seem like you’re better than somebody else but it’s not like I don’t know that a bunch of other people the same age as me haven’t studied as much as I have. But I guess I haven’t been studying quite as much since we’ve been training. Maybe they all caught up by now. He grins a little back, but the grin goes away pretty fast. “I don’t want to trick you ‘cause I don’t think I could,” he finally says. “But when the battle comes, don’t fight.”
“How come?” I ask. ‘Cause before when we trained together he was always really proud of how I could learn so fast. I mean, he didn’t say it like that, he said it like, ‘Dammit, just ‘cause you’re good at copying me don’t meant you’re a better fighter’n me!’ but that’s pretty much the same thing, I think, ‘cause that’s juts how Raditz talks.
“It ain’t the Saiyans coming,” he says. He looks like he’s thinking real hard about what to say after. “It’s somebody much stronger. You’ve gotta leave, kid. Hell, I would too, only these damned voices in my head keep telling me I can’t, or something. I don’t get it.”
“Um,” I start, ‘cause, I don’t know how to say this in a good way, “no offense, but,” then I think some more, “but I think just maybe I might sometimes be stronger than you. Plus I have to stay and help Piccolo.” If I just left, and something bad happened to him, like Kami keeps saying it will, I’d feel…broken inside. I don’t know.
“I’m stronger now, remember?” he says.
“But I’m really strong,” I say back. I don’t know what else to say. It’s really true; that time my tail made me itch so bad, I thought for maybe just a tiny bit of a second I was stronger than Dad. I said that to him, and he said maybe I was, ‘cause when Raditz first came I did something kind of like that too. He said he couldn’t explain it that well but Piccolo said he thinks it might come from my feelings. It’s kind of neat thinking my feelings could do that to me but also I sort of wish that I could just be really strong all the time, like Piccolo and Raditz and Dad. “Who’s stronger than the other Saiyans?” I ask him all of a sudden, ‘cause I don’t really wanna keep going like we have been because there’s no way he’s gonna convince me not to fight to keep Piccolo safe and there’s no way he’s gonna like that I keep saying that. I know ‘cause the same thing happens when Piccolo keeps telling me, stay on the side and don’t do anything unless he tells me. He says it’s strategy but I think he knows that I know that that’s not it because he knows that I’m smart, and anyway, he didn’t really give any good reasons for me to be on the side when I’ve been training really hard just so that I won’t be on the side!
“Freeza,” Raditz says, and the way it comes through his teeth is like he’s shivering, and hissing it out.
“How come you never mentioned Freeza before?” I keep going. I mean, it seems like it would be important if there was somebody even stronger than this Vegeta guy!
He looks like he has thoughts rolling around for a little bit, by the way his head swivels this and that way on his neck while he stays quiet. “It didn’t matter before. I didn’t give a damn about him before.”
I don’t say anything because usually if you just let him, Raditz will keep on talking and talking and talking, especially if you ask him about himself. I learned that while I was training with him. But this time, he doesn’t say a single thing. He just sits there on the edge of the bed, and then he starts rubbing his head like it hurts. This is a little bit like the times I talk with Piccolo—I think he’s thinking a lot of things that he doesn’t want to tell me. Finally he stands up. I’m about to ask him where he’s going and he says, “Hungry. There was shit to eat on Namek.”
“There—” I open my mouth and I probably look really confused, because I am.
“I mean there wasn’t much to eat there,” he explains with this little grumble he does sometimes. He looks like he’s about to dash off when he adds on, “Do me a favor and check on that tiny Namekian. I don’t know what I was thinking, bringing him here,” he stops—probably ‘cause he actually does know, ‘cause that’s just how he is—“but I did and now I don’t want the thing getting lost. You know, in case your friend Kami can use him, or, something.” And then he’s gone.
…
I stretch my senses out to try to find Dende and he’s not at the first place I look, which is where he was when I left to see what happened to Raditz. In fact, it took me a while to find him because he turned out to be all the way up at Kami’s Lookout.
So I fly up there, though I’m pretty sure that since I can sense him (and his power level isn’t as tiny as he is—it’s not very big, but I can notice it…it’s really distinct, I guess) there of all places, he’s probably okay. When I land on the edge I see that over in the distance Piccolo and Dende and Kami are all talking. I don’t really wanna interrupt them (it seems like I always do that!) but before I can hide myself or leave for a little while, Piccolo notices me, and jerks his head toward the others like he wants me to come and join in.
“Raditz told me to check on you,” I tell Dende. We didn’t really talk a lot earlier because I was in a hurry to find out what happened to Raditz, but he seems really nice. He’s more like Kami than Piccolo, I guess, because he’s nice to everyone instead of just a few people, and he seems more peaceful. Well, besides that he’s really worried that something bad is gonna happen to…his family, I guess. He told me right before I left that where he’s from, everybody is family, not just the people you live with or came from. Things sure sound different there, but it sounds kind of nice.
Piccolo looks like he doesn’t believe me. “Did he?” he says, and when I nod he seems like he’s putting that little bit in his mind or something.
“What are you guys talking about?” I ask.
“We were, ah—” Dende starts to talk, but then Kami talks instead.
“We were discussing Namek,” he tells me with a nice smile. “It sounds wonderful. I only wish that I could visit one day,” the last part he says right after sighing.
“I’m gonna save you guys,” I tell him. “So that you and Piccolo won’t die and then you can go to Namek if you want. Oh…” I sort of forget what I’m saying, because I used to be really sure about beating Vegeta, but Raditz seemed really scared of this Freeza even though he’s all that much stronger than he used to be. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to tell anybody, but it seems important. “Um, Raditz says it’s not gonna be those two Saiyans Nappa and Vegeta that we’re going to fight, but instead somebody named Freeza. Raditz says he’s way way stronger than Vegeta!”
“He’s certain?” Piccolo asks. Even he looks a little scared.
“I, um,” uh-oh, now I feel bad, “I don’t know. I didn’t ask. He seemed pretty sure but I guess I didn’t ask why…”
“Then we need to look into it further,” he breathes out a little, and keeps looking at me. “You need to find out what makes him think this. No need to do anything drastic if our foe is only the one we originally expected, instead of this ‘Freeza’…if he even exists.”
Kami shakes his head a little, but doesn’t say anything. “We can keep talking later. For now, it sounds like you two will be quite occupied with your training. I shall continue to converse with Dende here.” I was wondering if Dende knew how to fight at all, and that was why Raditz brought him back, but it seems like he can’t. I guess it makes sense for him to stay with Kami. He’ll be safer up here. And he looks happy. I hope I have time to talk to him again later…but for right now, I need to go talk to Raditz and find out what’s going on. He seemed so scared…I don’t think he’s lying. But I guess Piccolo is right, how does he know for sure? Can he sense this guy from really far away? Or maybe Freeza is actually really close and we just can’t tell, somehow? The more I think about it, the more I want to hurry back and sort things out.
“I’ll come with you,” Piccolo says as I’m about to take off; I guess he knows right where I’m headed. “I need to hear this for myself.”
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