Pikkoro-Chan: In One World and Through Another

Pikkoro-Chan – In One World and Through Another

 

 

“Vegeta.” The Saiyan flickered his eyes open. Piccolo snuggled closer into his chest, making a small noise in the process. Vegeta looked around himself slowly and when his mind registered he was still on the Lookout, he turned his head towards the door of the room.

 

 

“What, Namek?” Vegeta gave the ill guardian a dark look. What he would have done to him if Piccolo had awoken was another story.

 

 

“I have found a solution…” Dende’s voice seemed too hoarse and drained. The guardian dragged himself a few steps into the white room. “Bring him.” He whispered, pointing towards the child curled up in Vegeta’s lap. Annoyed by the ‘demand’, the Prince got out of his seat, slowly, and walked to the guardian, carrying Piccolo.

 

 

The two walked down the long hall in silence. Dende was telepathic, and knew he would rather not anger Vegeta over Piccolo’s current form. The Saiyan had held the child loosely to keep it comfortable. Dende knew for a fact Vegeta never cared for his own children’s well being as much as he cared for that small green child. Why.. Dende couldn’t help but wonder. Sure, the guardian could break through most barriers but Vegeta had so many walls around his mind he was clueless into understanding the Prince.

 

 

“Are you just going to walk around staring at me all day, or are you going to tell what the hell is going on?” Vegeta’s threats were strong but he kept his voice down. The guardian hadn’t realized he had been staring at the Prince the whole time.

 

 

“Huhh…yes, I…” Dende stammered. He was still frightened from Vegeta, even after so many years. When the Namek thought about it, it was much the same way he was frightened from Piccolo. Of course he was fused with Nail and was his half brother, but something about him was never quite the same. “I decided to research in the old…” He coughed slightly. “The old library,” He paused to push open a wooden door towards a large, muggy room. “Piccolo had always told me that I would have to read all of these dusty books one day… He complained about m-…”

 

 

“Would you get on with the problem at hand?!” Vegeta’s impatience and arrogance was really beginning to show. Dende quickly picked out a book near the bottom shelf. The library itself was massive, with mostly all of the walls covered with shelves and shelves of books. It had looked like 3 eras since someone had last come in here, an exception to a desk in the corner… Filled with papers and books pilled to one side. Vegeta decided that it must have been Dende’s workstation while looking through the numerous books.

 

 

“It wasn’t Vegeta… That’s Piccolo’s desk.” Dende coughed after reading the Saiyan’s mind.

 

 

“What the hell could he be working on? He meditates all day.” Vegeta walked over towards the table and looked over the papers. Some had been beautifully handwritten in English, others in another language, not of Earth’s origin. Dende didn’t reply to Vegeta’s statement as he scanned the book he was holding in his weak hands. Trebling, he lowered the book down on a smaller table.

 

 

“Vegeta, listen to me.” He turned to see if he caught the Saiyan’s attention. Turning his head away from the sheets, the Prince looked over at the guardian. “The Dragonballs have become inactive because their source of power has been destroyed…”

 

 

“Great way to point the obvious…” Vegeta rolled his eyes. Dende ignored the comment the best he could and continued.

 

 

“It says here, the only way to repair the source is to rebuild it using a special energy force that could take years to learn.” Pausing to cough again, Dende covered his mouth. The dust in the room was everywhere.

 

 

“Years?! You stupid fool, we do not have years to fix this problem…” Vegeta quiet himself down in mid-sentence after Piccolo shifted in his arms reminding him of sleeping baby.

 

 

“Calm down! Piccolo luckily has already taught me how to create it.”

 

 

“Then why the hell are you standing there like some statue?! Why don’t you fix the bloody dra-..” Vegeta again had to be remembered to keep his voice down. “The bloody dragon instead of wasting you time explaining the whole damn process…”

 

 

“It’s not that simple… I need to have the true creator of the Dragonballs with me in order for it to be rebuilt. He must say the final words to the incantation…” Dende sighed. With Vegeta rambling like a child, it would be impossible to explain. “And he needs to be able to create the energy from himself as well. A baby that can barely say his name would obviously have a problem with this task.” Vegeta remained silent. This would make the situation all the more harder.

 

 

“Then how will we be able to return the Namek to his normal size and rebuild the dragon..?” The Saiyan’s voice was merely a whisper.

 

 

“There is only one way Vegeta, but it’s incredibly risky for you…” Dende looked down at Piccolo’s calm face, the guardian’s eyes weary and tired. “While I would perform the energy transfer, you would have to enter Piccolo’s mind and retrieve his true self, and get him to say the final words before I complete the incantation… Only then will we be able to save Piccolo and the Dragonballs.” Vegeta smiled at the weak Namek.

 

 

“Worry not Namek. I have been in Buu’s mind, I’m sure I’ll be able to handle the brat’s.”

 

 

“Vegeta, you forget, that if the Dragonballs have altered Piccolo’s appearance, more then likely they have altered his mind as well.” Dende coughed several times before looking back up to Vegeta. “And the whole time you and Piccolo have been up at the Lookout, not once was I able to read his mind.”

 

 

“What are you saying? That he could hurt me?” The Prince laughed at the thought of such a young child even causing a scratch.

 

 

“No, he could do something far worse… You could be trapped inside his mind, forever.”

TBC 

 

Yea, I know! One corny and obvious ass ending! Lmao! Oh well, happens. See you guys very soon and please continue to R&R!
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