Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ Progression to an understanding ( Chapter 21 )

Instruments in Tune

Authors note:

Wow I must be on a writing streak this is third chapter I have written and uploaded today.

Again thank you to all whom reviewed it means so much to me.

This chapter may be a little boring, please forgive me for that.

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Chapter 22: Progression to an understanding

After a few more moments of relaxing in the endless sea of prairie around them Krillin, Gohan, Goku and Piccolo had decided to have their first session of training in preparation for the arrival.

Vegeta had finally decided to return he was pleased he did just as the fighters were discussing a search to find him and inform his of their training intentions he landed.

"I see you have all come to your senses"

Vegeta placed his knuckles on his hips waiting for the fighter.

Piccolo was the first to his feet stretching his entire body toward the sky he took a deep breath allowing the afternoon air to cleanse his lungs.

After their preparation the fighters paired of to spar Vegeta was with Piccolo, Gohan against Krillin but Goku did not have a partner to spar, he was about to sit the fight out then a thought occurred to him.

*Maybe I could spar with Bongo*

Goku thought for a moment it seemed the perfect idea he they were going to fight side by side in the battle training together is imperative, he made his decision Goku started walking toward the house to find Bongo.

"What are you doing Kakarot?"

Vegeta snarled seeing Goku walk away from training, Goku turned to Vegeta.

A sheepish grin crossed Goku's face whilst he waved to the rest of the fighters.

"Oh sorry guys I need a training partner I was going to go ask Bongo if he wouldn't mind sparring with me"

The group saw no harm in the idea it was true they were absent one; Krillin averted his eyes to Piccolo curious to see the reaction on the nameks face at the mention of his brother sparring with them.

Piccolo made no comprehension that he had even herd Goku he stared of into the distance waiting for the training to commence, paying no attention to Krillin's stare even though he was well aware of it.

"OK dad we will wait until you get back"

Gohan waved back to his father along with the same sheepish grin.

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Goku arrived at the back door he entered looking around the area is was lovely the walls were all panels resembling the floorboards that had a pine coloring to them.

The thought passing Goku looked for Bongo in the surrounding rooms, he entered the kitchen to find a woman there she had sandy blond hair tied in a long plat reaching down her waist, the only reason he could see this is because the woman had her back to him.

She appeared to be drying the remaining dishes in the sink

"Excuse me miss?"

Goku straightened up when the woman turned around her eyes a crystal blue she looked to be around the same age as Isabelle.

"Ohh, you must be Goku, hello my name is Poetry I am Bongos wife"

Goku was taken back by this a namek with a wife. Goku held out his hand she took it in hers they both smiled.

"Yeah that's me Goku, do you know where I can find your husband?"

Poetry released Goku's hand smiling Bongo told her this man had a good heart and only had the most honorable intentions.

"Of course I think he is outside meditating you can go and speak to him do not be afraid to interrupt."

Goku graciously thanked Poetry and headed outside the front of the house he stepped onto the revander type settings looking around it was a large property the front garden was littered with neatly arranged flowers much like Mr. Popo's garden on Kami's lookout.

Walking out to the coble stone path leading from the house Goku spotted Bongo a few hundred meters from the house levitated he looked exactly like Piccolo when he meditated.

Goku hurriedly walked over to the namek hoping he would not disturb something important.

"Hello Goku, what can I do for you?"

Goku stopped dead in his tracks; Bongos eye was sealed shut yet he knew exactly who was coming.

"Well we are going to train and I don't have a sparring partner if its not to much trouble would you be my partner?"

Goku stood waiting for the nameks response, Bongo floated down from his levitated state onto his feet opening his eyelid he smiled warmly at Goku.

Goku had now a clear view of the injury that took this nameks eyes it was fierce time would not heal only the scar on his skin but the one on his mind as emotions either.

"I would be honored Goku"

Goku smiled with delight this was great they were now making some progress; together they took off into the sky headed for the prairie where the rest of the fighters were waiting.

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Isabelle had heard some commotion downstairs' emanating from the kitchen she went down to investigate finding only Poetry placing the dry dishware in their cupboards.

"Who was here just now?"

Isabelle inquired to Poetry, who lifted her head out of the cupboards.

"It was Goku he was just looking for Bongo, I told him he was out the front meditating"

Poetry finished putting away the dishes and proceeded to dry the kitchen bench of the mess of water on it.

"Oh why did he want him"?

"I don't know why don't you ask them they just landed outside there on the grass"

Poetry gestures past the back door to the yard.

Isabelle turned to see the Z fighters and Bongo standing in two straight lines each facing his opponent, she was interested in seeing how strong these fighters really were, after all she only new her archery the only way to defend herself walking out the back door she sat on the porch swing resting her chin on her folded arms.

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Bongo took his position opposite Goku it was now between them each duo eyed their opponent.

In a split second each pair was in the air in their own world of sparring and outsmarting their opponent, Goku was impressed by Bongos abilities he was strong, not very fast but fast enough swings, slashed, dodges, kicks, jabs, bunches even small ki blasts flew in every direction it was a wonder the three pairs did not blast each other out of the sky.

Isabelle watched in awe she had never seen anything like it they flew like lightening all of them including the little boy Gohan never had she seen anything remotely close to the power she was witnessing.

Her eyes turned to each pair examining their moves, the bald man and the little boy even though they were the same size the little boy Gohan was stringer and agile he dodged every attempt by his partner the monk.

Then there was Goku and Bongo she had seen Bongo sparring before but not like this it seemed like it was real she found it hard to convince herself they were soaring.

*They are so fast I can hardly see them at times, how can it be that they are so powerful? *

Isabelle was full of curiosity her eyes then set upon the last pair a short man with thick black hair that pointer skyward he was frightening, she would avoid his if she could.

*He seems to be someone whom has had nothing but anger in him mind*

Isabelle pondered over what she saw in Vegeta's eyes, then she saw Piccolo he looked incredible in the fight he was very fast yet so incredibly focused.

Her eyes watched his every move wondering why he wore such a strange outfit consisting of a turban and a cloak of some sort that draped over his shoulders; she then remembered when he grabbed her hand without even looking earlier.

It frightened her; his grip was so strong the blood had stopped circulating in her hand.

*Why am I brooding about this maybe I felt his strength so powerfully that it shocked me in some way, yes that must be it*

She remembered when he threw her to the grass she had angered his by lying.

She looked down at her hand it was now back to normal but the sensation had imprinted itself in her mind.

Isabelle continued to watch the sparring fighters her attentions had not faulted from her pondering of an earlier thought.

Isabelle slumped down onto the porch swing her emotions in disarray.

*I think he still hates me! *

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