Badfic Manor

[Dende had mostly enjoyed his time at the con, he had NO IDEA what was going on... AT ALL. But every one was no nice and friendly and gave him sweet things and hugs! What was not to like?!

Oh right. Frieza was wandering about somewhere.

Well to avoid any unwanted encounters with Frieza every time his name, or anything that remotely SOUNDED like his name was spoken, he took to hiding. Currently he is partially under a table, his rear sticking out from under the table cloth. He's confident in his masterful hiding skills, but just in case, he's got his hand over his head and his eyes squinted shut tight... because that will CLEARLY stop Frieza.

...CLEARLY.]

[ the sound of buttons being mashed repeatedly can be heard before a scared and shaky little voice on the verge of tears sounds over the device ]

A-avishta? Avishta?!

[The video comes on after another bout of button mashing, and a scared little green face comes on. His robes are torn and tattered and he looks a little dirty, as though he's been sleeping on the ground.

Not thinking the device was on, he tentatively begins to explore the room, slightly modeled after hi room back on Namek]

[Dende is happily reading a book in the library. However, he's looking a considerable amount less green then usual, in fact he's downright fleshy colored, and more then a bit feminine looking. He could very well be female... but it's sort of hard to tell. Regardless he seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit. Not being Namekian meant he wasn't the guardian, and could thus escape from his duties for a week.

And so he spends this week off reading, but he seems to be having trouble dealing with his hair. His bangs dangle haphazardly in his faze, ticking his nose and obscuring his view every time he looks down. He tries blowing them out of his face, moving them off to either side, and is eventually forced to pulling his bangs back with his hand and holding them there. Until he has to turn a page in his book, where he has to drop his hand to turn the page, rub the tip of his nose because it tickles, and then place his hand back on his head to hold the bangs back. Needless to say this is a rather bizarre reading ritual, and it hardly looks comfy. So come give him a barrette]

[Dende is puttering around the kitchen, more chipper than he had been the last few weeks. Zarbon wasn't after him anymore and Tom had woken up and was in good spirits himself. However, last week Dende was graced with the ability to sneeze bowls of sweets into existance in his room. Now he had several bowls of candy taunting him right after he had decided to give up on human food, so the best solution he could think of was try to find places for the bowls in the kitchen.

After finally finding a place for the last bowl, Dende smiles triumphantly, hands on his hips. For a job well done Dende materializes a glass of water for himself, but when he goes to drink it, there's suddenly no water. He looks at the glass curiously for a moment, and then something prompts him to look up. He blinks and stares dumbfounded at a small bubble of water over his head]

Oh dear....

[And as if on cue it falls square on his face. He shakes his head trying to get the water off, before blinking curiously, wondering what on Earth that was all about]

[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~))

[Dende was quite glad to be back at the manor, for once. He opened the door and walked in, not even bothering to close the door behind him, he set his blackberry on the table accidentally turning it on, and tossed his bag on the bed. The room hadn't changed too much, it was still comprised of Namekian style furniture only now some of it had changed to match his room on the Lookout, and thus a more antiquated human touch had been added to it.

Despite the pleasant change, however, the presence of his younger self could hardly be ignored. The room was a mess. Dende looked about the floor and sighed, he recalled hording unfamiliar objects in his room. In moments Dende started cleaning up the room, making some of the picture books he had borrowed from the library and his collection of junk float over to the table and neatly stack themselves, ready to be returned to their rightful places. While making the bed he noticed an odd crinkling sound. When he lifted up the pillow he discovered a small pile of candy. He chuckled and set it over on the table. He puttered around a bit more, making his room more livable, and discovering many, many, many, more pile of candy.Satisfied that his room was finally clean. He had been forced to materialize a large bowl to accommodate the mass of candy that he had horded as a child.

He took one more look just to make sure he hadn't forgot anything. That's when he spots a black mess of hair on a shelf over his bed. He laughs to himself and heads over to the bed and takes his long-lost Tribble friend off the shelf, revealing what looked like a clay model of a dragon in a class case. Ah! The model of Shenron, he had been looking for that. Odd, usually when the Dragon Balls were not in their stone form, the model wasn't present. He shrugged it off and placed the Tribble on the floor. Floating the Dragon Balls off to a safe corner of his room he grabbed a book and took a seat on his chair, only to hear a familiar crunching noise. He sighed, got up, lifted up the cushion and removed a handful of candy and placed it on the table next to his blackberry. Realizing it was on he smiled]

If there's anyone who would like to share this with me, it would be more than welcomed. I can't eat it all myself.

[He cuts the feed and returns to his reading]

((ooc: he hasn't changed at all since he recently had a perma-cannon shift... and damn did I write a lot today...))

[The feed starts facing up towards the sky. But in a moment it tilts to reveal a rather battered and bloody looking Dende. He's face-down on the ground, he's soaked, and his robes are gone, revealing a mangled beaten torso but wait... is he laughing? Why yes he is. He looks up at the camera with a big dumb grin.]

H-hello. Um if anyone is nearby... I ask if maybe someone could assist me? If it wouldn't be too much trouble of course...

[he laughs some more]

I seem to have taken quite a beating. But I'm alive... and that's what's important...

[He mutters the next bit almost as an aside to himself]

Looks like my people aren't quite so weak after all are we Zarbon...

[he starts coughing and lets his head fall back down.]

Th-thank you in advance...

[and he cuts the feed]

[It had been two days since Dende's disappearance, now he has miraculously returned in the place he was last seen. However, he is quite different. Now about six feet tall, he is snoozing under the tree from the other night with a book open on his lap, blissfully unaware of any danger that could possibly be around him.

In a moment seven small orange balls fall from the sky and land haphazardly around Dende. As the guardian of Earth, it seems the Dragon Balls have followed him.]

((ooc: For the record the dragon balls don't work, but he doesn't know that, and someone might want to wake him up before something eats him~))

[Dende was distraught. He had wandered around and tried to ask the people around him where he was, or if they could help him, only to be waved away each time. He searched everywhere he could for someone familiar to tell him what was happening. Of course things only got worse when it started to rain. Now he was lost AND wet, and to top everything off MOORI THE TRIBBLE WAS GONE.

Dende began sniveling... then crying... then he fell backward onto his rear and just began all-out sobbing.]

[Dende had finally managed to come out of his room. Not from a burst of courage, more like the big talking orange berry in his room was scaring him.

The library seemed like the safest place to go, there was a lot of light and people came in and out a lot, but they weren't noisy. He just wanted a nice quiet place to rest. The events from the previous week had left him scared and confused and more homesick then ever.

For now Dende just curled himself up on a chair by the window. He jumps at any loud sudden noises and is not his usual cheery and chipper self.]