Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Isn't Easy Being Evil ❯ Chapter Eleven: All You Wanted ( Chapter 11 )

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Episode 11: All You Wanted

I exit the Chamber and Kami is waiting for me outside.

"Did you find the answers you sought?"

"Yes."

"Then you better get to Capsule Corp. fast."

"Planning on it, old man."

I fly and fly to Capsule Corp. The trip seems so much longer and my heart is pounding. I worry about her. Something isn't right. Something about Kami's tone… Krystana…

Did Krystana take me seriously? Did she go with Vegeta? My thoughts are bent on her, I can never go back… not now. I am too obsessed with my beloved.

My beloved, never would I of thought a woman would be able to get under my skin. But it happened. And now there it is under my skin, festering. I love her and I was stupid.

#So you finally see it my way!#

'Completely.'

Finally, Capsule Corp! I rush to the door and I ring the bell. I am surprised when Gohan answers the door.

"Mr. Piccolo! Where have you been? We've been looking everywhere for you!" Gohan hugs me.

"What is it, kid?"

"Miss Krystana…" Gohan grabs my hand and yanks me inside.

"What about her?" I try to act like I don't care but inside I am in a panic state.

"She got sick."

"Sick? Is that all?"

"But she is really sick and she won't get better. Dende can't heal her!" Gohan leads me into the lab.

There she is with every tube in her body… she is sick. This time I wear my worry on my face. Bulma is monitoring her with Dende by her side.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask as I move closer.

"She's sick… very sick. It's just the flu but she has no immunity to it. It's as if she doesn't want to live." Bulma answers.

"Leave me in here, alone with her."

"I can't… she… just don't hurt her."

"If I really wanted her dead, she would be dead." I say as I take the chair where Dende has offered.

Dende takes Bulma's hand, "Piccolo is her sensei. It might help. He wouldn't hurt a student of his."

Bulma nods at the little Namek and follows him out, "Five minutes, Piccolo."

I look at her lifeless body, can she even hear me?

"Look at you! A warrior! And you are going to let a little flu get to you!"

"Piccolo?" Her eyes flutter open, she sounds as if she has a frog in her throat.

"Yes, I'm here. I went to do some special training… I've been gone a year but it was only a day to you. It's a room where time moves differently."

"Why?"

"Look… I figured out that I can't live without you. So if you let this little cold kill you…" I stop I can't even speak my throat is constricting.

"You… you don't hate me?"

"Didn't I tell you? I don't hate you… I love you." I take her hand, "But don't think I'm going to change. I still will kick your butt."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She smiles and closes her eyes, "I will fight this flu, now. It will help if you stay beside me."

"If it will help… I guess I will. But don't expect me to run errands for you!" I growl at her.

"Thank you, Pickles."

"Back to Pickles?" When she doesn't respond, I know she is asleep, fighting for her life.

Dende pokes his head in, "Can we come back in?"

I nod my head once releasing her hand but I whisper, "I'm still here."

Bulma, Gohan and Dende re-enter the room.

"She has more color to her face; what did you say to her?" Bulma asks.

"I told her she was a warrior and to die because of a tiny microscopic creature is just being weak." I lie, but that is what I wanted to tell her.

"Same ole' Piccolo… geez but it is working! Her pulse is much stronger, now."

I slip up when I ask concerned, "Does that mean she'll survive?"

"Oh, so the heartless namek does care?" Bulma smirks, pointing at me, "You care whether she lives or dies."

"So maybe I do… I didn't teach her to fight for nothing." I cover my ass. If I keep this up, they'll know something's up.

"Fight? I don't think she needed help for that." The asshole of a prince walks in, nose held high.

"Get out…" I growl warning him.

"You are a weakling." Vegeta smirks, "I didn't come here for you."

"Get lost!" Bulma sticks her tongue out at Vegeta, "Royal pain in the ass!"

I watch shocked as Vegeta ignored her.

"Vegeta, what do you want?" Krystana mumbles.

"Came to pay my respects… you were dying, right?"

"The prince of the saiyains comes to pay me respect in my time of death… what bull shit are you trying to pull now? I know exactly why you came in here. You sensed Pickles new power, it made you jealous!"

Vegeta laughs, "Like hell! I would never care about such meager power. It may be an increase for him but it certainly does not surpass me super saying power."

It is my turn to laugh, which startles everyone, "Would you like to challenge me and find out? You have always been just words… try and back it up."

Krystana sighs, "Wish I was well enough to see this one. Hey Pickles, give him a swift kick in the derriere for me."

"I guess you've had this coming for awhile, Pickles." Vegeta mocks me, "Tonight… at sunset." He exits.

"Why don't we just make it high noon and make it even more cornier?" I say sarcastically.

"Mister Piccolo, do you know what you are doing?"

"Yeah, Gohan. You know I never pick a fight I can't win. You get better, Krys. I have a fight to prepare for."

"Remember… derriere!" Krystana shouts after me as I leave her to get well.

"I will… and don't worry… I won't kill him… on purpose." I smirk as I go to prepare for the upcoming battle.