badfic_manor | 15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

[Dende stirs, waking up on the bridge after his brutal fight with Zarbon. Very slowly he pushes himself up with his good arm and looks around. His head is fuzzy and he is having a difficult time focusing.

He spots his vest robe neatly folded on the snow where he left them. Groggily he stumbles towards them, and slips the vest over his head. While all lethal injuries were regenerated while he passed out, he is still not in the clear yet. His most noticable injury would be his lack of an arm, and perhaps the bleeding spot on his forehead, the rest have been concealed by the robe for now.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blackberry to call for help. Then the shame of not being able to protect the Dragon Balls he had been entrusted with washes over him. He glares at the blackberry and in a moment crushes it in his hand. There, Zarbon would be able to call and threaten him once he found out that the Dragon Balls wouldn't work without the password. He lets himself fall back onto the snow, it felt good on his aching head

((He's on one of the broken bridges, in case anyone is up for helping him~))

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... I see...

[Honestly he was no better, destroying the Genome village and the entire planet of Terra... Pushing his hand away distracts him enough to stop the spell and he just watches with a horrified expression as he sees the arm reemerge. To try and take his mind off the pain Kuja carefully reaches out and pats his shoulder.]

As you wish.. but if I am to be a 'kind friend' let me help you.

[Dende noticed the expression and looked down a bit guiltily]

S-sorry... I should have warned you that I was going to do that...

[He moved his hand and fingers a little. They popped and creaked but were ultimately working fine. Satisfied he gives the hand and arm a sharp shake, trying to get the liquid that came out with the new arm off. It's a gross enough skill as it is, he didn't need to make that any more obvious.

At Kuja's words he smiled.]

Th-thank you Mr. Kuja.

[He shakes his head]

No, I understand.

[So Kuja fumbles through one of his bags, trying to dig something out of it and produces what looks like a new bath towel and dabs at Dende's arm.]

Thank me when this is all over. For now we need to concentrate on getting our vengeance on this Zarbon.

[Dende nods apriciatively at the gesture, since he was now forbidden to thank Kuja for the umpteenth time...]

V-vengeance? I-I hardly think that's necessary... I-I would simply be happy to havemy Dragon Balls back... I... don't want anyone getting hurt...

You realise that Zarbon won't just hand the damn things over simply because you ask.

[Dende looked down. Kuja was right, in oreder to get the Dragon Balls back someone was going to have to fight Zarbon...]

But who could fight him? It's not like he would fight fairly either...

[Kuja just chuckles, his index finger hovering just in front of his lips.]

Who ever claimed we need fight fair?

[Dende looks up at Kuja, interested and a little perplexed]

What do you suppose we do Mr. Kuja?

[Cocking his head he gestures flamboyantly towards the city.]

Zarbon can't be the strongest here, everyone appears to possess such unique traits of their own. If they didn't then the Author wouldn't have gathered such an interesting cast.

Very simply? We gather many who can together overpower him.

But what if Zarbon takes a hostage? O-or threatens to destroy the city?

[Dende looks at Kuja worriedly, hoping he has and answer to that]

[Giving a shrug, he didn't really care if someone did. He could heal them after should anything go wrong.]

If he does then they'll be a distraction to him and we don't allow him the opportunity.

[Dende actually manages a little smile. Kuja's confidencein his plan was quite comforting]

Mr. Kuja, you certainly know your way around these sorts of situations! I know I've thanked you several times already but, thanks again.

[Kuja tosses his hair over his shoulder with a broad smug smirk. He needed the ego inflation every so often.]

Not at all, honestly I'm the only one around here that can cause trouble if at all.

[He chuckles, he was made for destruction and he seemed to be the only one doing it right. He, hadn't been caught by the wrong people.]

[He starts to chuckle but is quickly forced to stiffle it from the pain in his ribs]

Oh I think Piccolo can give you a run for you money for causing trouble... I don't believe I've seen you cause any sort of trouble before. If anything I've only see you being helpful.

[Kuja huffs and his tail swishes.]

You obviously didn't see how I took to my 'Mary Sue'. Every day that she came back I killed her.

"Mary Sue?" Another plot by the author I assume?

[Dende pulls his vest a bit tighter around him, he was begining to feel cold, yet still felt hot at the same time, it was not a pleasant feeling... but considering all he had just gone through, pleasant was not how he expected to feel]

[He nods.]

They were either related to us somehow or were partners. She claimed to be my sister but she was out to kill me. Even so I was persecuted for her deaths and now lack my true strength.

[Getting to his feet he offers out his hand.]

Let's go find people to help us.

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