Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Little Slave Girl ❯ Space Travel... ( Chapter 16 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

** Something isn't right…** Kami's voice sounded distant, as if he were sending from far away instead of right inside of Piccolo's mind, Nail nodded mentally his agreement as the three of them, two insubstantial, one physical, waited for the small vessel to overtake the larger one which held the two elven females captive.

He could feel, even from this distance, his daughter's fear and confusion. He had not seen what had happened, only felt her emotions and wanted nothing more than to wrap his strong arms about her and chase away all the demons which had risen their ugly heads to frighten and make her life hard.

** She's had too much hardship all ready in her life…** Kami spoke the words inside his heart, his dark eyes narrowed in the emerald background of his face, ** She should not have to feel so…**

Piccolo didn't reply, only continued to seem to stare at nothing, the others thinking he was deep inside himself in a meditative trance, trying, as he had for the past few days since Ryven and Rowyn had been taken, to keep himself pulled together.

He felt like a rubberband pulled too taut, one more tug and he would snap completely apart and wreck havoc on those around him. He took a few deep breaths, he needed to keep calm…keep calm…keep calm…

"P…Piccolo?" He opened his eyes at the voice, high-pitched, child-like, and into Goku's youngest son's large brown eyes. This little one so reminded him of Goku that sometimes, taken by surprise, Piccolo would mistake the Goten for his father and be taken back…

"Trunks and I were wondering…would you help us figure out this new technique while we're traveling. I mean, to pass the time…ya know?"

Standing up, his turban-bound head brushing the ceiling of the ship's bridge, Piccolo nodded at the boys and they followed the powerful namekian warrior through the corridor towards the room which had been designed by the vessel's creator as an area in which to practice fighting skills and whatnot.

Bulma, busy at the controls, hadn't witnessed the leavetaking of Piccolo, her son and his friend, but Chi Chi, who had been skimming through a cookbook she had brought with her, had and smiled softly to herself.

At times, her youngest son's thoughtfulness could really surprise her. She went back to her book and heard Vegeta sigh in boredom next to her. He wandered over to his mate and peered down at her swiftly moving fingers as they raced across the control board as if they were separate entities.

"How much longer do I have to put up with all of you?" He sneered, and she looked over, lifted her hand and traced a finger across his cheek, he growled and made to bite her.

"Not much," She answered, "If your so bored, why don't you join Piccolo and the boys."

"Hmph!" He said, all ready halfway to the door, "I was just about to, I just thought it would be more polite not to deny you the pleasure of my company…"

"By all means," Bulma smiled sweetly, her voice dripping with honey-niceness, "Be yourself, Vegeta."

"Hmph!" The doors wooshed shut behind him automatically, Chi Chi looked up and snickered softly into her hands. Goku simply looked confused and went back to studying the dust motes floating in the air about his face.