Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ Z Meeting! ( Chapter 26 )

"What's going on, Piccolo?" The three-eyed bald man asked, standing next to a small, flying Clown-faced person, "Why'd you call this meeting? I was right in the middle of my training!"

"Me too!" Yamcha said, sitting down, crossed-legged on the floor of The Lookout, "I was…right in the middle of something…err… important!"

"You were chasing another female, Yamcha!" Tien snorted, "Like usual. If you gave even half as much attention to your fighting skills as you did to getting laid you could probable even beat Goku one on one!"

"Hmm, fat chance," Vegeta said, standing off to the side, as if he considered himself above mingling with common folk, which of course, he did, "If I., The Prince of all Saiyans, haven't been able to beat Kakkarot yet, there's no way that pathetic excuse for a fighter will ever be able to!"

"Yeah?!" Yamcha jumped up, angery, "I'll take you on, Vegeta Prince of Fleas!"

"What! How dare…?!"

"ENOUGH!" Piccolo roared, standing between the two would-be combatants, "We have more important things to worry about that your petty bickering, Vegeta, Yamcha! Knock it off! Now, listen to me, all of you! We need to get back down there and…"

"You can't harm Cyclone!" Terra said, she'd been sitting with Tori laying with her head on her lap. She'd refused to be left behind at the house when Piccolo and Vegeta told her they were leaving to discuss her brother and, of course, they couldn't leave Tori behind, alone, with Cyclone, however injuried he happened to be at the moment, "Remember, if you kill him then she may never recover!"

"He's your brother, Terra," Tien said, stepping up to her and looking down at her. Her fingers twitched on the wood of her slightly glowing ivy-bound staff, "How about you tell us how we should handle him, if we can't kill him, what then? Invite him over for a game of poker?"

"Why not just force him to fix Tori," The blonde andoid 18 asked, standing with her husband and daughter. Krillin and the others had arrived just in time to leave with Piccolo, Vegeta, Terra and Tori to The Lookout for this meeting.

However, Chi Chi, tried from traveling, had refused and she and Bulma had opted to stay behind at the house. Chi Chi claimed she wanted to take a shower. "And I need a cup of coffee!" Bulma had said to Vegeta and the others, "Don't worry, I have the dragonballs safe and sound." She'd patted her packpack and added, "This bag isn't leaving my sight for a moment!"

"And afterwards, we take him out." She pounded one fist into the palm of her other hand, looking quiet ready to take him out herself.

"Terra!" Goku said, "Can you think of anything we can do that will get him to make Tori's head right again?"

Terra's eyes flickered a bit, changed in a half-second than were back to normal as she turned away. "I am sorry for this, honesty, I am." She said, her voice soft, "I had a bad feeling when we first saw your blue and white planet on the veiwscreen of our ship. I even tried to tell Cyclone that something bad would happen there…"

She paused, turned her head back to Goku, her hand still absently stroking Tori's long blonde hair, "But, I cannot help you beat him, Goku. I will not stand in your way, but neither will I aide you. You cannot fault me. He is my little brother after all."

A flash of anger washed over Goku's face, as her words sunk in, then, just as swiftly, it was gone and he nodded. "Your right," He said, "I can't blame you, Terra. You just take care of Tori and we'll figure out a way to handle this on our own."