Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ Swirls of sapphire and fantazising ( Chapter 35 )

Instruments in Tune

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Chapter 36: Swirls of sapphire & fantasizing.

Piccolo hit the ground with a light thud from jumping out of Isabelle's window, before taking another step he surveyed the area to see if he was not alone.

Not seeing any movement he power walked out into the tall prairie grass, the stalks grappling onto his ankles but they didn't slow him down his mind was a whirlpool of mixed emotions, some yearning some of relief.

*Why did I come, its just going to make things harder*

The feeling that had colonized in Piccolos being were not stable one part of him wanted to be closer to Isabelle but for no particular reason, wanted to be there when she next awoke but he had nothing to say to her, but one thing was clear he may never speak to her again after tonight.

The other half recognized the opportunity in the situation by keeping a distance, as Bongo would want it he may be able to rid himself of these sentiments he felt.

*Why do humans have such emotion why do they exist at all, they have no purpose but if that is so then why do they come*

Pondering to himself in the dark as he paced away he failed to notice the individual watching him from the back porch, the whole time from entering Isabelle's window to leaving it Poetry was outside watching, sleep was not possible so she opted for some air to clear her disturbed senses.

At first sight of Piccolo approaching Isabelle's window she was about to sound the alarm but opted to watch and see what possible reason he had to come.

*Why would Piccolo come here, unless…no that is just unfeasible…not Piccolo*

Poetries was expressionless she did not though what to think.

Poetry worked her way back into the house with caution not to awaken the sleeping company making her way upstairs to Isabelle's room, slowly pushing the door open she poked her head inside just enough to see.

Isabelle was fast asleep peacefully her swollen cheek bedded down on the lace covered pillowcase, her bandaged hands resting upon her lace blanket.

Turning Poetry noticed the large rectangular window was open the gently breeze flickering the base of the curtains that were put in a day earlier, Gingerly closing the window Poetry took a quick glance wondering still why Piccolo would risk her coming to see his student after Bongo's warning.

*That must be the why, he was her teacher…yes that must have been the reason*

Poetry left the room now she was able to feel the grogginess rising in her head she could now perhaps sleep.

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A week had passed The Z fighters were sparring in the prairie, the grass seemed to great a challenge being so long the skills of the fighters would greatly benefit from the constant dragging of their feet.

Goku was sparring with Gohan, blocking his young sons jabs and punches, dodging the side kick directed at his face he swung his arm directly hitting Gohan across his upper back, Were it not for them being close to the ground Gohan would have sustained much shoddier injuries, only sustaining a few bruises and scrapes the sparring partners stopped to watch the others.

Vegeta was facing off with Krillin, Vegeta was merciless in his tactics taking every opportunity and making it count on the feeble Krillin compared to his own ability.

All stopped their action to turn at the sound of the back door opening, each fighter waiting to se what would emerge, after a moments waiting Krillin, Gohan and Goku's faces beamed with warm smiles.

Vegeta watched but outward emotion was not an option for him but assured himself that the other fighters were feeling as he was inside.

Emerging from the back door were Bongo and in tow a now recovering Isabelle, standing close as to support her weight one hand he held hers and his other supported her back lifting her slightly off the ground, slowly he led her down the steps letting her be one step ahead.

"Well look who is up"

Goku smiled to the young woman still bearing bandages around her fragile abdomen and light bandaging around her arms and legs, Isabelle tilted her head to Goku from watching her steps as she walked.

She smiled enthusiastically happy to finally be out in the sunshine the rays bearing down on her pain skin.

Krillin took a step forward relieving Bongo of Isabelle, Krillin slowly brought her toward one of the trees to sit by.

"Yeah kid you could run a marathon by tomorrow the way you're going"

Reaching the large tree at the edge of the prairie followed closely by the rest of the fighters and Bongo Krillin assisted Isabelle in sitting against the trunk of the black pine.

"Thank you very much Krillin, It feels so lovely to finally be outside"

Krillin also sitting on the grass smiled at Isabelle's sentiment as she looked toward the sky and its magnificent like it was her first time seeing the rich blue and contrasting white clouds.

Bongo stepped forward leaning down on his right knee beside Isabelle.

"Do not stay out to long I will leave you here for a while then come and fetch you …alright?"

Isabelle was happy that Bongo allowed her to spend the remainder of the afternoon in the sunshine with some company and a little surprised.

"So its alright if I stay?"

Bongo blinked at Isabelle's words he could tell she was surprised he was usually stricter.

"I said you could, so I meant it enjoy this time you deserve it"

Before leaving Bongo patted Isabelle's soft textured hair upon her skull, She smiled giddily as he left.

When he was out of sight the fighters returned their attentions to Isabelle eager with a question.

"So Isabelle what was training with Piccolo Like?"

Krillin inquired from the almost 6 months spent away but she had not changed only improved physically this was evident at the ability for her to be out of bed from such a savage attack.

"Well, it was hard work and I must say I do not like sparring"

Krillin giggled, standing to join Goku whom had hounded him to come and be his sparring partner after Gohan had had enough.

Gohan took a seat next to Isabelle on the grass, his face also eager with a question or two.

"Tell me what was the hardest part of your training Isabelle?"

Isabelle was about to respond when the thought began to expand in her mind, what was the hardest part of the training? Ki blasts, slashes being used as a disposable punching bag…or was it the emotional anguish.

Isabelle was so lost in her anguish she did not see Gohan's hand waving inches from her face.

"Heeeellloooo?….Isabelle….anybody hooommmee?"

Blinking Isabelle smiled knowing Gohan would receive a false answer to his question he could not understand and most of all he could not know, She looks to the young boy by her side still smiling up at her.

"The hardest part of the training was sleeping on the floor"

Gohan burst into a fit of laughter trailed by Isabelle who clutched her abdomen from the pain of her laughter.

At the sight of this Gohan stopped his laughter to seeing her topple over hands over her bandages

"Are you OK?"

Isabelle placed her hand on Gohan's shoulder nodding reassuringly, Gohan relaxed leaning against the trunk of the tree as he watched His father and Krillin sparring forgetting all about the conversation with Isabelle.

Seeing the young Saijin turn his attention away from her Isabelle looked to the sky again, the cerulean and cherry swirling of clouds filled her with tranquility but that tranquility then faded into concern.

*Why isn't Piccolo here, I wonder when he is going to come back*

Isabelle was still unaware of the exile Piccolo had from even coming in an eyes view of her via Bongo, she sat back against the trunk fantasies crept into her mind seeing Piccolo as he sparred with the air, perfecting his ki and in meditation he seemed to serene perhaps more that she had ever seen him.

Her fantasizing slipped into a much closer and warmer than mere sparring and meditation, Isabelle unconsciously closed her eyes as her imagination made waves of fiction in her mind the feel of his skin against hers he stroked her face, his rising chest as he carried her back to the cave, his scent when she leaned against his neck…

Isabelle woke irritatingly from her daydream to a light shoving at her shoulder,

"Wake up sleepy one, it's getting late"

Lifting her arms Isabelle sighed.

"OK"

Bongo gently embraced her in his arms carrying Isabelle back toward the house, A stirring Inside her came suddenly as she was carried further and further from the prairie away from the sky she felt tears threatening to sting her vision, she wanted to be where he may be able to see her.

Isabelle felt a realization the intents feelings, pain of being apart not being able to see his eyes, feel his skin, and smell his scent…. She was longing for his company his presents…. she was longing for Piccolo but afraid he would not long for hers.

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