Wandering Antennae
Piccolo and Gohan stood on very torn up piece of earth. A few new
craters had been added to the landscape and a smoking, charred circle covered a
half-mile area. The sound of the warriors' heavy breathing filled the
air. They had just finished off one of the many villains that inevitably
attack the planet (and get their butts kicked in the process).
"Wow," breathed Gohan, as he struggled to keep his shirt up.
(Considering he had lost half the material, the attempt was futile.)
Finally he gave it up and let the abused garment slip to his waist. He ran
a hand through his mussed black hair. "That was some fight! For a
moment I thought we wouldn't make it."
"Hmph," was Piccolo's reply. He barely noticed the fact that
his shirt was completely gone, as well as most of his gi bottoms. They
were easy to replace. His turban was also missing and his antennae
(positioned high on his forehead) waved slightly in the breeze. He was
concerned about something the villain (Funo? Funnie? Whatever the heck it's name
was) mentioned just before it bit the dust. "We have to stay on the
alert, Gohan. That guy mentioned something about 'others' coming."
"Yeah," said Gohan. He pondered that bit of news for a
moment, then chuckled. "Well, we'll be waiting for them. With
you and the rest of the gang, no villain stands a chance!"
Piccolo just frowned. He shook his head at Gohan's still youthful
optimism. His antennae (now low and almost at the corner of his eyeridges)
swayed with the motion. "We can't get lazy, kid. That's what'll kill
you in a battle."
"Come one, Piccolo," Gohan smiled. He put hand behind
his head a la his dad, Goku. "I'd think after all the fights we've
won, we could have a little confidence in ourselves."
Piccolo's frown deepened into a scowl. "Confidence is fine. But over-confidence
is not." He bent his head down a bit and his antennae (still low but
now centered above his eyeridges) bobbed in response. "Don't get
cocky, kid. There's always someone bigger and badder out there."
"Umm...I guess so," Gohan agreed, a bit deflated. He
tugged his earlobe a bit. "But I still think we can handle
them."
"Grrr..." Piccolo bared his fangs. His antennae (having
positioned themselves on his cheeks) quivered. "Don't you even listen
to yourself?! Two minutes ago you admitted that you thought we might not
survive this battle. Now you're so sure we can survive the next? I
swear..."
"Um...Piccolo?" Gohan cut in, looking a bit confused and pointing
to the Namek-jin's face, "Weren't your antennae on your
forehead? I mean, they move around a lot but I've never seen them on
your cheeks before!"
Piccolo stopped mid-rant. He blinked, then stared at Gohan. His eyes
opened wide and his jaw dropped open.
"I HAVE ANTENNAE?!"
Fin
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