Chapter Three-Part one
Seeking but Hiding
"That was a pretty hard hit." Vegeta said with a smirk. "Did Piccolo teach you to sucker punch people?"
"If your so powerful and 'pure' then you should of saw it coming." Salla retorted.
Vegeta's face turned serious. Salla didn't get in a stance. She closed her eyes and felt his energy rise.
"Is he really going to go super Saiyan on her?! He doesn't even know if she's strong enough to handle that! Vegeta really doesn't care about hurting his sister at all." Piccolo said in anger and concern.
"If it gets out of control, we'll step in." Goku replied.
"Dammit, Goku, shes not a fighter!"
"I think she is." Goku Said as he crossed his arms and lowered his head. Piccolo and Gohan looked at him. Goku, closed his eyes and smirked. "There's a difference between not liking to fight and then not being able to fight. She might not 'like' to fight, but I believe she can hold her own. Either way, she punched Vegeta. If she was not able to defend herself then she would not have done that."
Piccolo crossed his arms and stood up straight. He then lowered his head and looked on at Salla and Vegeta. "I hope your right." The tall Namek said with concern in a low voice.
"Hmpth, can you even turn super Saiyan?" Vegeta scoffed.
"I do not need to. It's a waste of energy. I know how to power up and use my energy without wasting it; By keeping it in my body. You haven't reached the level to where you can do that." Said Salla.
"YOU DON"T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME AND WHAT I HAVE DONE TO REACH THIS LEVEL! I'M-"
"YOU WONT LET ME GET TO KNOW YOU!" She loudly interrupted.
Salla opened her eyes, then turned away from him. Vegeta hyperventilated, tightened his fist, and looked at her.
"Fighting you would be a waste of time. Besides... I can not fight you in the first place. You win." Salla said as she started to walk away.
"You punch me, then turn AWAY?!"
Vegeta then few to Salla with a attack. She sighed and took his fist in her hand, blocking it. Vegeta looked at her wide eyed, as she slowly turned her head to look at him.
"Yes, son of my father. I did punch you. I apologize heavily. But I will not fight you. I just wanted to show you I was strong, even though I' am not a 'pure' Saiyan. I will not fight you. Though you seem to have no concern for me, I love you very much and care about you."
She then threw him down to the ground, crossed her arms and sighed as she looked at him. "I will not fight you. You have a wife and are the father to my nephew. We-are-family. But we think differently... I hate fighting... You use it to prove yourself. I use it to protect the ones I love. So therefore, I shalt use it on you."
"Wow, Aunt Salla just blocked that fast super Saiyan attack." Gohan noted. "She really is strong. Hey dad, you might have a rival."
Goku chuckled slightly and smirked.
Suddenly, Vegeta shot up and attacked her with a flurry of punches. Salla ducked and weaved, avoiding his barrage. She then found an opening and kicked his feet, sending him flat on his back. The frustrated Saiyan shot up again, lunged at his sister with more attacks. Once again, she deflected his attacks and sent him to the ground.
"Shes not attacking him." Said Gohan
"She hates to fight, but she's blocking him. It's impressive that Salla is able to keep up with that speed." Piccolo said. "She's even compassionate to someone that refuses to realize her as family. It must be heart breaking to her, but yet she remains peaceful. Salla is ingenious."
Goku and Gohan looked at Piccolo curiously.
"She may hate to fight and doesn't want to hurt anyone, but she punched Vegeta. For someone that does not like to fight she still hit him. I believe she was trying to prove her worth."
Goku and Gohan contemplated Piccolo's words.
Over a span of 2 hours, Vegeta kept attacking Salla with punches, kicks and energy attacks. Salla deflected all of his attacks. Vegeta stood a few feet from her, looked at her with wide, angry eyes. He was sweating and panting. The Saiyan prince leveled up to Super Saiyan 2 and was still not able to get her to fight him.
Salla was sweating also, but more composed then he was. She shook her head and sighed.
"Fine! Have it your way!" Vegeta interrupted. "If you are not going to fight me, then I have no business here!"
Salla looked down and away. Vegeta flew off. Goku, Gohan and Piccolo sped over to her. Salla fell into her brothers' chest and wept. Gohan rubbed her on the back. Goku wrapped his arms around Salla. Piccolo sighed, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
"You did great, Salla. We were all very impressed." Piccolo said reassuringly.
Salla sniffled, wiped her tears and looked at Piccolo. Goku and Gohan agreed. She then stood up and sighed. The tall Namek patted her on the head, looked down at her and smirked. A smile grew on face. Salla sighed, chuckled and thanked everyone for their support.
A few days later, Salla did her best to forget the confrontation with her and Vegeta. She was waving between happiness and depression. Today was the day that young lady was to travel to Kami's lookout. She loaded her vehicle with three tea plants and gardening supplies. Salla was wearing blue jean shorts that were slightly above her knees, a white sleeveless shirt, with brown boots below the knees, and brown worker gloves.
"Ah, here she comes now." Dende said.
Mr. Popo and Dende looked at Salla's arriving vehicle. Piccolo stepped up behind them with arms crossed. She landed and hopped out the vehicle. Salla waved to everyone enthusiastically. Dende and Mr. Popo went over and greeted her. Piccolo looked at her slightly uncomfortably. He swallowed heavily, breathed in and turned to the side.
Mr. Popo and Dende carried the plants passed Piccolo. Salla went up to the tall Namek and greeted him. He nodded his head and greeted her back. He darted his eyes, at her, then away. Piccolo excused himself and walked away. Salla looked at him as he walked away. She shrugged her shoulders, then went over to help Mr. Popo and Dende with the plants.
Within a little over an hour, the three plants were placed in the garden. Salla washed up and made tea with some of the freshly dried leaves.
"The brown ones are the most favorable. They naturally dry in the sun and soak in it's nutrients along with the mineral rich soil." Salla said.
"Your very good with plants, Salla-Chan." Dende said.
"Hey, what happened to Piccolo-Senpai?" Salla inquired.
"The last I saw him, he was over there, by the library." Mr. Popo answered.
Salla turned her head and was about to get up, when she saw Piccolo. She stood up, bowed, and poured him a cup a tea. Piccolo took the tea, drank a sip and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes, looked down at her, then put the cup down on the table. The tall Namek turned away, crossed his arms and walked a few steps. Salla looked at him with curiosity. Piccolo turned his head slightly in her direction.
"Follow me, Salla-San. I need to talk to you." Said Piccolo.
"Of course, Piccolo-Senpai.
Dende leaned slightly forward as he took sips of his tea and watched Salla walking behind Piccolo. He sighed and shook his head.
Piccolo lead Salla to the library. He opened the door for her, having her walk in ahead of him. She looked around at the large collection, then she heard the door lock behind her. Salla turned to the tall Namek. She saw his hand on the door knob. Piccolo's hand dropped from the doorknob heavily. He then walked up to her and looked down at her with an intimidating stare. The young lady walked backward until she hit a bookshelf. Salla looked at him as he walked close to her. She pressed herself against the wall of books lightly.
Piccolo and Salla were only a foot in distance. She looked up at him and began to blush lightly. Piccolo leaned over her, crossed his arms and lowered his face close to hers. Salla swallowed heavily as he stared deeply at her.
"Senpai...?" Salla said with a shaky voice.
He breathed in and out. "What are you trying to pull?" Piccolo asked in a low voice.
"I... I don't under-"
Suddenly Piccolo dropped his arms. Salla searched his face nervously. He then put one hand on the side of his lower back and slammed the other against the bookcase, close to her ear. She slightly jumped and blushed heavier. Salla gulped then opened her mouth a little. Her eyes darted around his face.
"That outfit..!" Piccolo said with irritation.
Salla shook her head lightly, looked down at her garments and tugged at her shirt. "What's... Whats wrong with it?" She asked.
Piccolo tapped his fingers close to her ear at a medium pace. He then crossed his arms, tapped his foot, looked her up and down, then stood straight up. Salla looked back at him, put her arms behind her back and shrugged her shoulders. Piccolo leaned forward toward her again.
"Your not going to make me crack... Got that?!" Piccolo said firmly.
" 'Crack' ?" Salla asked.
Piccolo stood straight, turned his head and gritted his teeth. Salla chuckled, sighed, and shook her head. The tall Namek turned his head to her and looked down at Salla. Salla looked up at him with a light, closed lip smile. She then put her hands on his crossed arms. Piccolo's eyes twitched as they widened. He tightened his showing teeth and tilted his head away from her.
"Piccolo-Senpai..." She chuckled. Salla then lowered her head, shook it lightly and then looked back at him. "I want to be your friend and get to know you. As a friend, I would wish to help you and share things with you. Not 'crack' you or anything negative. I think you are a smart, strong and brave guy, and I admire you. Please do not think or feel that I would derail you in any way. And... Hopefully over time... We can grow closer and more trusting of one another and see it blossom into something beautiful."
Piccolo turned away from her. He then shook his head lightly, sighed and went for the door. Salla stepped toward him, then looked down at her clothes again, then back at him.
Piccolo turned his head slightly to her. She walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his free arm and looked up at his face with twinkling eyes. He was startled and jumped at her grabbing him.
"As your friend, I wish to know what is wrong with my outfit. I do not wish to repeat the error in the future."
Piccolo opened the door at lightening speed, freed his arm from Salla's light grasp and rushed out the room. Salla looked on at Piccolo rushing away. She then looked down at her outfit. Just then Dende and Mr. Popo came to the library.
"Is everything alright, Salla?!" Dende asked in concern.
"Piccolo-Sama doesn't like my outfit. He said I was trying to make him, 'crack'?"
Dende and Mr. Popo looked at one another wide-eyed, then laughed loudly. Salla looked at the both of them curiously.