Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ Memorable Gaze ( Chapter 17 )

Instruments in Tune

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Chapter 18: Memorable gaze.

Piccolo heard the low whimpering whomever or whatever this is was injured or trapped, he turned in the direction of the sound his face morphed into a sly grin.

*I am going to enjoy this*

Piccolo boldly walked to the mangled pile of branches and burnt bushes, his right hand was still covered in his Namekian blood he prepared a ki blast in it the pain did not concern him.

Wasting no more time he reached under with the other hand for the culprit brushing against the sensation of fabric he swiftly pulled out the individual forcefully slamming them to the ground, raising the ki blast aimed directly to their cranium.

His sly grin faded into a frown his eyes widened slightly is at the sight before.

"Who are you?"

His low gruff voice caused the individual to flinch and recoil slightly but could not escape Piccolos firm grasp of their garment.

Piccolo received no answer only a frightened glance from the assailant, in turn Piccolo pulled them up now their faces were an inch apart Piccolo stared firmly into the large eyeballs before him.

"WHO ARE YOU?"

The culprit shut their eyes from the thunderous voice in their eardrums; slowly opening them facing Piccolo was able to mutter one work through their quivering lips.

"I.. I.. Isabelle"

Piccolo lowered the woman to the ground again, for moments he stared at her she was of a medium height, golden under toned skin, very long golden brown hair fastened in a plat reaching down to her wasp waist.

The girl was afraid she did not know what do to the piercing gaze of the namek reached her very soul all she could do was lay there her palms on the cold ground beside her.

Piccolo was still staring he knew who she was; the name itself didn't tell him it was something else.

Her eyes those enormous light brown eyes staring up at him from the crib, from the couch and whenever she looked at him, Piccolo regained his bearings he was going to get answers from her he could just as easily kill her now as he would have 10 years ago.

"What is the meaning of this attack"?

Piccolo released Isabelle's blouse, in a split second she was on her feet backward away watching Piccolos every move as she did.

In turn Piccolo pursued her until she stopped from the rock face behind her, He stopped inches from her face the average height of this girl allowed her head to reach a few inches beneath Piccolos shoulder.

"Do I have to repeat myself like earlier, speak up girl!"?

Isabelle again flinched then opened her mouth to speak.

"I did not know who you were, we do not receive many around here, and I thought you were a threat?"

Piccolo eyed her taking in every work from her lips.

"Who are we?"

Isabelle almost had a confused expression on her face, was he here for the reason they had anticipated.

"By brother's family and I?"

Piccolo backed away a couple of steps from Isabelle, he was satisfied Bongo was still around of course she would refer to him as her brother he would never leave her side all those years ago, but her brothers family?

"Take me to your….brother"

Isabelle's fear escalated she was even more frightened of what would happened if she did take him there not what would happened to her now if she didn't.

Piccolo sensed her hesitation he grasped her blouse again lifting her several feet above the ground.

Snarling his fangs into view he yelled,

"NOW"

Isabelle had no choice he would surely kill her if she refused.

"Its that… way"

Piccolo flew up into the night sky toward the direction Isabelle had indicated from the surrounding he concluded that they were still at the house surrounded by a never-ending sea of prairie.

Isabelle was secure in the crook of Piccolos arm; Isabelle knew she had to protect the other.

"Its no use Piccolo you wont have the last laughs this time "

Isabelle's expression turned sour at Piccolo

Piccolo eyes Isabelle and smirked.

"I am not here for a laughs but I am here on business so stop your worthless squabbling"

Piccolo stared ahead again he knew where he was going now he could drop this girl and get on with business, but that would not go over well with Bongo he would need her in one piece.

Ahead Piccolo spotted the house he descended to the ground landing in the prairie of grass he remembered so well.

""But me down, stay away from them"

Isabelle squirmed in Piccolos grasp trying to get free but to no avail.

"I would be glad to oblige you but at this time I still require your pathetic presents."

Piccolo began walking toward the house the grass racking against his gi bottoms

Isabelle turned away and stopped squirming she had no hope in getting away from him he was to strong.

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"Son, Gohan wake up"

Goku nudged Gohan in the shoulder.

Gohan lifted his eyelids at his father disturbing his sleep.

"(YAWN), what's wrong dad?"

Goku smiled but then turned to a serious expression.

"Son do you know where Piccolo went"

Gohan gave a confused glance at his father turning he gasped Piccolo was gone from his side.

"He was just here dad, do you think something happened?"

Gohan watched wide eyes for a response from Goku he was worried about his sensei.

"I don't know son but we will find out"

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Piccolo reached the back porch of the house Isabelle still hung over the crook of his arm, there were no lights on in the house total darkness this raised his suspicions.

"Where is he?"

Piccolo demanded to Isabelle whom looked up at him trying not to flinch at his outburst.

"They were here earlier I swear"

Piccolo threw Isabelle to the ground in rage, she lied to him and she was not going to get away with it.

"You deceived me and it will cost you"

Piccolo started walking up to Isabelle; she recoiled in fear burying her face in the grass.

Suddenly hearing a penetrating cry she turned she lifter her head from the grass, to find Piccolo grasping his shoulder in pain blood flowing he faced his assaulter Isabelle turned in the same direction in the air floated her savior…

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