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{5th Collar} Waking up.....[In Person]

[With Ichabod's careful attention, Tom was dressed in a clean, fresh uniform and his body was repaired of any damage done. It was as if he's been asleep but the dream wasn't anywhere near pleasant. He opens his eyes quickly and a sharp gasp escaped his chest. His eyes were filled with terror. He sits up and the sharp psychosomatic pain from the dream made him flinch and fall back on the pillows.]

What.....happened? My mouth....it's so dry.

[He's not sure if there was anyone in the room with him but there was so much going on in his mind that he wasn't sure where to start.]

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[Dende had been staying by Tom's side almost obsessively. Feeling that somehow Piccolo's actions were his responsibility he was compelled to be there when Tom woke up, just to make sure he was okay. However Even Dende could only pull so many all nighters before he crashed, and crash he did. His head rested on one arm as he was slumped forward onto the bed. His other arm dangled by his side, lightly gripping an old book he was trying to read.

He shifted a bit at Tom's movements but didn't yet wake up. He rather mutters something in Namekian and snuggles into the warm crook of his arm]

[Tom looked to his friend and even in his half panicked state, he managed to calm himself down to pull the blanket from his bed to drape it over Dende's sleeping form. His muscles ached from non use for a week and each breath was a victory for the young cop.

His eyes looked to the cover of the book.]

[Dende's restless sleep squirming came to a halt once the warm blanket was draped over him.

The book in his hands is very old and worn, it's one of Dende's favorites. It's an old autobiography hand written by Kami. While the words are all in Namekian, Kami included detailed diagrams of the ship he arrived to Earth in, the Lookout, and of some of the foes he had encountered, and of course Piccolo, both as the Daimao and as his reborn self.]

[Tom carefully picks it up and marks the page with a small dog ear mark and closes it, setting it aside on the nightstand next to the bed and pats Dende's head. He caught glimpse of the words in a language that he couldn't understand and it may just as well be for the best.

He laid back down and took in a deep breath but he didn't remember ever going to bed and noticed that his gunbelt wasn't around his waist.]

Did I....pass out in the hall?

[Dende's ear twitched when Tom spoke. Groggily he blinked his eyes open and looked up, his antannae drooping in his face. He really wasn't a morning person. He sat up and yawned with a stretch and then rubbed his eyes. He wasn't quite sure where he was, usually that took him a few minutes to process.

But then he caught a glimpse of Tom, instantly he perked up and a big smile spread across his face, and his eyes began to water.]

T-Tom?

[There was a soft, embarrassed scoff at first then a smile.]

Last I checked that's my name unless they stole it from me while I was asleep.

of course... I-I'm sorry I just

[Dende wiped the tears of relief that had formed in the corners of his eyes, and grabbed onto his friends hand with his own trembling ones, smiling all the while]

Are you feeling well, i-is there anything you need?

[There was a dry cough from Tom that sounded deep and holds up a finger.]

Water....and I'm a little sore.

[Dende holds out his hands and materializes a cup of water handing it to Tom, looking a little worried. He was sore?... Could he heal sore? Well it was worth a shot...]

Well, I'm not sure this will help, but it couldn't hurt to try...

[Dende holds out his hands in front of him and in a few moments a faint light is emited from them. Hopefully easing any discomfort he could]

[Tom takes the glass of water and quickly takes a sip. His eyes widened and pulls the glass away from his lips in a near forced gulp. The glow.....it sparked something.]

Wha- what are you doing?

[Dende immediantly cuts his healing and pulls his hands back, fearing tom's adverse reaction]

I-I'm a healer... I just want to see if I-I could try an ease the soreness, I promise, I wouldn't to anything to hurt you.

[His head tilts, he's not entirely sure why he reacted the way he did. He knows that Dende won't hurt him. He slowly sets down the glass.]

Was it...was I....what happened?

[Dende very slowly reaches to put his hand on Tom's shoulder to comfort him]

Tom... you were attacked and...

[Dende gets a little choked up]

you were killed Tom...

[Terror replaced confusion. Tom's dark brown eyes turned nearly black from the shock. He's been shot twice and lived to tell but this....this was something deeper and his dreamlike memories were surfacing in a wave of pain and sorry, terror and confusion came just as fast.]

I...I remember....

[Either it was trauma that forced those memories back or it was denial, Tom couldn't remember how he died much less the person that performed the act.]

....him saying he was sorry.

[Dende moved up so that he was sitting next to Tom on the bed and put his arm around his shoulders for support. Dende remembered having to wake up himself. He remembered having to wake up in that dark little shelf thing alone with only vague memories of his own murder. He wanted better for Tom, he deserved far better. Not to mention Dende felt immense guilt that it was a member of his own race who had done such a thing.

He was quite surprised to hear that Piccolo... no.... it wasn't confirmed as Piccolo yet... it could still be someone else... someone was sorry for what they had done]

Tom, I'm right here now. I promise no one is going to hurt you now...

[In his two years of being a highly trained special operations police officer, he was not prepared for seeing his own death. He has seen rape victims, violent acts of gang related shootings and the aftermath of drug addictions to know that what he experienced wasn't normal. He takes a slow sip of his water to confront his fears internally. It was his best chance of understanding what had just happened.

He looks to Dende and gave a small smile. Dende was much too gentle to experience death and yet he was talking about it. Tom forced his thoughts through and gave a nod.]

I guess...I'm still figuring it all out.

I understand... I was killed here recently myself and once none too recently but we don't need to go into that.[he chuckles a bit at his sidestatement] It was not long before you arrived actually. It gets easier, I promise you.

[Dende gives Tom's shoulders a squeeze]

Are you still feeling sore? I didn't get to finish healing you.

[Dende's light squeeze made the young cop hiss in pain. He wasn't aware of just how much his muscles ached until he was made aware again and nodded his head.]

Yes. Thanks.

[Dende's actions reminded him a lot of Doug but it was his speech that reminded Tom of Ioki, the peaceful interrogator and Ioki never made threats or demands which always got him an answer.

Tom gave a glance at the taller Namek.]

What was it like for you? Waking up from the dead, I mean.

[Dende scoots back a bit so that he can hold his hands out to his friend so that he can finish healing him. Once again his hands glow with a faint light.]

Well, the second time I was killed was here in the manor. I woke up in some dark little shelf. I was killed in a city so when all were returned tot he manor I guess that's where they saw fit to put me. Truth be told I was quite terrified. It was terribly nostalgic of the first time I was killed.

[He shrugs with his trademark friendly smile as though it was nothing. Finished with his healing the light stops and he places a hand back on his friends shoulder]

Better?

[Rolling his shoulders and head, there was a small pop followed by a louder one.]

Wow, that's much better. Um....this subject seems a bit grim but I guess now we have something in common with it so I guess that's not so bad to talk about it, but why were you killed? I mean, if you know, that is.

Remember when you found me on the bridge? Well there's a fellow here... Zarbon. Many years ago when my planet was attacked... he was part of the offensive. The attacking forces were after Namekian made artifacts of great power called Dragon Balls. I may have mentioned them to you before in passing. Well once all seven are gathered the Eternal Dragon can be summoned and a set number of wishes can be made.

And Zarbon knew that. He fought me for the Dragon Balls twice, succeeding on the second time... you saw the aftermath of that. But he didn't know the password. So he took a hostage and demanded my presence. I came planning to either kill the Dragon or try to wish him away somehow, but the Dragon Balls didn't work and in a fit of rage, he killed me. To be quite honest I didn't really mind at the time. I was simply just so happy that he couldn't make his wish.

[Tom listens with contemplation and lets out his held breath with a sigh of relieve.]

So he just took it out on you straightforward because his plan didn't work. Wow...that's amazing that you have the fortitude to be so calm about it. I guess it's a good thing that his plan went down the rabbit hole. Who knows what could have happened.

[He thinks of something quickly and smirks.]

You know, he's the kind of guy I'd prank just to piss him off.

[He smiles and chuckles]

It wasn't the first time it's happened. The first time I was killed by the very person who almost single handedly exterminated my race, because I was trying to heal the injured who had fallen in battle. I was just child back then. There's nothing Zarbon could do to top that.

And besides, I've lived many years. I'm a bit older then my appearence lets on. Plenty of time to come to terms with such things.

[Dende laughs a bit nervously and rubs the back of his neck]

That could prove risky... he's quite a powerful being...

[His hand jokingly flops with an exaggerated roll to his head and eyes as if he's pretending to be chastised much like a teen would in defiance to his parents only more dramatic with a whine.]

But it'll be fun. I like seeing powerful people get all cheesed off and become nacho dip in the head from being stupid.

[Dende laughs at Tom's antics, and gives him a playfull mock-chastising flick on the nose]

Now, now, nacho dip is all well and good, but when the intended target can level a city with the wave of his hand, and run a hand through you torso as though it were butter... it's generally in your best interest to let things slide.

Besides... I learned the hard way he doesn't take kindly to pranks....

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