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003- [In Person]

[In response to this conversation.]

[Zarbon hovers over the Parisian skyline, Blackberry in hand. He glances about from building to building, shifting his gaze through the various neighborhood. This goes on for a brief period of time before the alien smirks, puts the Blackberry in his waistband, and raises one hand. He clamps down on the arm with his other hand and let's a rather large blast go, causing quite the explosion and destroying a lovely chunk of the city in the process.

As he surveys the destruction, he casually removes the Blackberry and starts speaking to someone.]

...And just what exactly do you intend to do about this?

Tell me where they are.

[Open to anyone who would want to jump in?]

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[Dende cuts off his blackberry. He was going to have to stop Zarbon physically, he PRAYED that he had at least enough strength to drive Zarbon away. He flies down from his perch on the Eiffel Tower, looking for a good hiding place for his little bag of Dragon Balls. He wasn't foolish enough to bring those aling with him. Dende settles for a well covered tree, wrapping the bag tightly in the branches Dende heads towards Zarbon.

He has no trouble finding him. That Ki is unmistakable. Dende aproaches Zarbon, stopping just feet away from him in the air]

...Zarbon.

[So, this is the Namekian that's been so obstinate? Zarbon is unimpressed.]

Have you come to surrender the Dragon Balls?

Hardly. I cannot surrender what I don't have.

[Dende glowers. He's the eact same monster he was the day he helped slaughter his village.]

[Zarbon flips his braid over his shoulder.]

But surely you know where they are.

On Namek, like they have been for hundreds of years.

[glareglareglareglare]

How amusing. You Namekians never want to answer the simplest of questions.

I've answered your question. The Dragon Balls follow their gaurdain, the Eldest Namek. And as you can see I am HARDLY the eldest.

[well....that is technically the truth... for the Namekian set anyway...]

[Zarbon is quiet, though it's clear he's giving Dende's words no credit.]

Hmph.

[He smirks.]

When you were still that child, you told me you were the last of your kind. Therefore, you would be the eldest by default.

[SMIIIIIIRK]

Where are they?

I was ignorant to a Namekian that resided on Earth. My people have long since been restored to life. Sorry Zarbon, but the Elder your pink friend killed is now the gaurdian of the Dragon Balls.

[There's no change in his expression. This is probably one of the first 100% honest things he's said to Zarbon... of course he's leaving a RATHER LARGE CHUNK OUT about the Earthen Dragon Balls... but still honesty is honesty. Don't be picky.]

Why is it I don't believe you?

[He snorts]

If they are here, I will find them. I'm giving you a chance to make things easier.

You've gotten all the information out of me that you will. Now will you let me be in peace or not?

Only once I've gotten the information I want.

I see no other way around it then.

[Dendepulls off his robe and takes a fighting stance. Hopefully he'd be strong enough to hold his own. He hasn't seen Zarbon fight at full power, but it had been 30 years...]

Edited 2010-11-18 04:34 (UTC)

[So it's a fight Dende wants, then? Zarbon adopts a battle stance.]

I should warn you, I won't go easy on you just because you know what I want. You did call me a monster, after all.

I merely spoke the truth.

[Dende swallows the lump in his throat and his muscles start to tense up. He waits for Zarbon to make the first move, too afraid that he might not be able to make a sucessful offensive attack]

[And Zarbon disappears, reappearing behind Dende with a "hah!" and a swift kick aimed at the torso.]

[Dende barely manages a block at the last second, however the blow still sends him back a few feet. In retaliation he sends several ki-blasts Zarbon's way]

Ch'!

[Zarbon manages to dodge the ki and avoid and real damage, though he is singed a bit. He disappears and reappears again, this time a bit above Dende.]

That trick won't work more than once.

[That trick maybe not, but how about this one- Dende looks up and opens his mouth. There's a flicker of light coming from the depths of his throat and in a second he shoots a strong blast from his mouth. He wipes his chin with the backof his hand after.]

Well then, how about that one then?

[Again, Zarbon barely manages to dodge, taking more damage this time. His arm, for example, has been burned deep enough at one point to bleed a faint blue.

And oh, Zarbon is not happy.

He doesn't respond to the question, choosing to use a Ki blast of his own instead.]

[Dende is caught by surprise and reaches out to block it with his hands. However the blast forces him backwards until his feet hit the ground, but that added traction is just enough to help him force the blast in another direction. He is left a bit winded after that little endevour.]

[Hey, look! Who's that beside you? Why, it's Zarbon with a kick toward your face!]

[~~my face is now daimonds~~ Dende does't have time to dodge or block that one, he's sent flying through a building before finally managing to skid to a halt.]

[Zarbon drops down not too far from where Dende stops, pressing a hand to the arm and looking at the blood it comes back with.]

To think that you would be able to hurt me... No matter, you're fighting a losing battle anyway.

[He walks towards Dende]

We can stop this at any time. Simply tell me where I may find the Dragon Balls.

[Dende snarls.]

Not a chance Zarbon!

[Oh-ho~ I bet you thought you were out of Dende's reach didn't you Zarbon? Well not so much. Dende stretches out his arms to grab Zarbon and then turns, using the momentum to hurl Zarbon as had as he can. Once he lets go he follows the attack up with a volly of ki-blasts]

Don't get cocky Zarbon... this isn't over yet.

[Dende wipes some of the blood from his face not taking his eyes from the spot her hurled Zarbon]

What-!

[It's Zarbon's turn to slam into a building, not hard enough to break through completely, though there is a deep indent where he hits.

Then come the ki-blasts.

He barely has time to wipe the blood from his mouth before he's dodging, resulting in a somewhat out-of-breath Alien when the dust settles.]

It is over. You just haven't realized it yet. HAAAAH!

[And he rushes at Dende for another physical assault.]

[Dende's prepared this time. He does his best to utilize his carefully practiced martial arts against Zarbon's. Blocking, dodging and perhaps even getting a few punches and kicks in]

[Why won't this Namekian die like the rest? Even Dodoria was able to decimate the Namekian warriors who came to the aid of helpless villagers without raising a sweat.

Maybe thirty years did make a difference.

After enough punches make it through his defenses, however, the Alien has to admit it might be time for a tactic change. He withdraws and retreats a short distance.]

How surprisingly developed your fighting is.

[Dende smirks feeling quite proud of his acomplishments]

I told you, 30 years makes quite a bit of difference, and I am hardly the strongest Namekian out there!

[Dende drops his stance and stands up straight. Still quite warey of Zarbon though]

So, have I proved my point? Or would you like to continue?

Hmmmmmm...

[There's that cocky smirk that has the darnedest habit of coming out.]

I wouldn't mind stopping, but you still haven't told me what I want to know. It seems fighting won't make you talk.

[He turns from Dende and holds out his hand in a familiar stance.]

Perhaps I should destroy more of this city instead.

[Dende scowls and instanly returns to his fighting stance]

I won't let you pull something like that agaon Zarbon. The second you leave yourself open, I will attack, and I will not hold back.

Edited 2010-11-18 07:02 (UTC)

Hmph. I'm not worried about one Namekian. I've taken care of plenty of your kind before.

[Oh, look. Elegant Blaster is charging up.]

tch!

[Dende charges at Zarbon, hopefully trying to take advantage of his preocupation with blowing up Paris.]

[This is what he was counting on. Zarbon disappears at the last minute and reappears above and behind Dende.]

HAAAAH!

[With a decent amount of force, he connects a kick with Dende's back, sending him careening at a relatively high rate of speed toward the Seine.]

[And there Dende goes flying into the Seine, but not before a sickening crack comes from his back at the impact of the kick... of course Zarbon is going to be diligent and check for a body....right?]

[Yeah, of course. Zarbon has an excellent track record of checking for bodies in lakes, rivers, and oceans. He'll just dive right in and-...

Oh, wait. That's right. Prissy boy won't get his hair wet. He hovers a bit above the river and, satisfied when Dende doesn't pop back up, snorts.]

I guess I'll have to locate the Dragon Balls myself.

[Enjoy the Seine, Dende.]

Gohan had seen the explosion. Naturally, he had to go closer instead of flying away like any sane person would. But he wanted to make sure that no one had gotten hurt. Was this the author causing some type of new mayhem? He had not seen the blackberry message so he didn't know it was Zarbon behind this until he was almost on him.

He stopped. Was this some kind of ghost? Vegeta had killed that guy. But he was right there. There was no time to question his sanity, however.

"What are you doing?!" he shouted in alarm.

Zarbon turned at the sound of a voice, momentarily perplexed by the floating child. Quite frankly, Gohan was the first "Earthling" he'd seen fly since his arrival and he hadn't thought it possible. Then again, those Earthlings on Namek had been able to fly, so perhaps it wasn't so unexpected.

He wasn't in the mood for Gohan's screeching, however. The fight with Dende (though he had won) had been more of a hassle than he'd bargained. His arm burned where the Namekian had blasted it and he could still taste the sick flavor of his blood in his mouth. So to the question, all Zarbon had to offer was a scoff and a flip of his braid as he turned away from the boy.

"It does not concern you."

"You can't start blowing stuff up and pretend it's nobody's business!" he retorted. "It's everyone's concern when when you randomly destroy populated places!"

He balled his fists. He didn't know if he could take this guy, but it was probably too late now. "If you touch one more piece of that city, I'm going to make you pay for it!"

Well, the Earth child certainly was passionate. Zarbon smirked despite his injuries and chuckled softly. "Will you really? How lucky for you that I have more important things to do." He didn't discredit the possibility of destroying more of Paris in the future, but for now he was content with the destruction he'd caused.

That caused Gohan to stop and blink. Really? It was that easy? Well, he'd better not drop his guard anyway. But there was still something he needed to know. He'd seen this guy die. It was messed up enough that Piccolo was younger than he remembered. Now dead people could come here too? What was next? His Dad as his own age? Vegeta as an old man?

"What was the last thing you remember before you came here?" he asked.

It was an abrupt question from an individual Zarbon wasn't entirely certain he recognized. It was true there was something familiar to Gohan, but only in a passing sense. It wasn't as if he was about to share much with him.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. Who are you, exactly?"

"If you don't remember, then I doubt you'd believe me even if I told you." he answered, feeling a headache coming on.

Sometimes, despite her being loud and scary, he wished Bulma was around. She might actually have to the brain to pick this place apart. Like why dead people were alive and why people like Piccolo were taken from a past time line.

"Time kind of.... means nothing here." he murmured. "You're obviously from the past if you don't know me."

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003- [In Person]

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Oh, hey, Dende. You want a brewski, bro?

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in person

In person-....Hi, Gohan. I'm gonna assume this is after Zarbon's wailed on Dende?

Re: In person-....Yes

In person- cool beans.

Re: In person- cool beans.

Sorry for the delay. I had work.

No problem, it's life!