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Pain... the pain of an entire world. Billions of live still in chaos, even after the end of the monster that threatened them. Cell was dead, but the fear he instilled in the hearts of the people of earth still lingered.
"AHHH..." Dende shouted with the pain of all the sorrowful prayers of the world. The young Namekian collapsed onto his knees. The hand that was not around his staff went the his forehead between his antennas trying to stabilize himself. He could hardly see his own green hand through the tears of pain in his eyes. Even moment another plea came from one of the inhabitance of earth, the planet that he had recently became 'god' of.
"Cell..." Dende murmured as if cursing. The monster Cell, was the root of all this pain. He himself had killed over a hundred thousand lives. But that was not the worst of it. He publicly declared a day for the end of the world, a day he would destroy all life on the planet. Many people had decided that since the world was ending anyways, it didn't mater what they did and were committing horrible crimes. More people had died from this kind of violence that Cell had ever killed; numbering in the millions. Because of that the entire world was still in chaos in these hours after his defeat at the hands of Gohan.
'Gohan...' Dende thought as another wave of pain hit him.
"Dende." Mr. Popo said coming up to the fledgling god. The attendant leaned over his new boss with a worried look on his face. The black Genie bit his lower lip and brought out some tea. "Here, this will help you sort it all out."
Dende took the cup but his hands were still shaking. The pain of the people of earth was so great. "Quiet." He begged the people of the world. But they didn't listen, they probably thought the same of him. "Don't they understand... I know they are suffering lose, but so am I." He said as he took sips of the tea. The sharp stings of pain became a more constant throb. Not better, but more manageable. "Thank you, Mr. Popo." He said handing the Genie back the cup.
He straightened and walked out of the Lookouts building and over towards the edge to look out over the world that he guarded. The beautiful view from thousands of feet above the earths surface was wasted though, it was not a time when beauty could be enjoyed. "Gohan." Now that he had a little bit of concentration to spare his mind reached out to check on his friend.
He found him the same place he was before. Lying in the medical ward at Capsule Corp. He was not moving, not that he was unconscious or even still injured, but his mind and body had gone numb from grief. Son Gohan, who had become the Earth's greatest hero and strongest fight by defeating Cell a mere hour ago, could not find comfort in it. Because when it became obvious to the monster that he could not defeat the ascended Saiyan boy, he tried to blow himself up to take the planet with him.
To stop this Son Goku, Gohan's father, sacrifaced his life, transmuting both himself and Cell away from the planet.
A wave of pain shot through Dende's mind as a small village was wiped out in a horrible attack by mad drunks. Dende's knees began to give way again and he swayed on the spot. But instead of falling he felt a hand grab him under his arm and pull him to his feet. Looking up Dende found Piccolo standing over him. "Stay strong, there is still work that needs to be done." Piccolo said calmly. There was no mercy in the eyes of the older Namekian as he looked down on Dende, but the younger one was still comforted by his presents.
"I know." Dende said straightening up. "How goes the search for the dragon balls?"
"We have four of the seven already. We should be ready to summon the dragon by night fall." Piccolo said calmly.
Dende nodded trying to regain his self control. He did not want to show weakness in front of Piccolo. But his eyes gave away his pain. Piccolo placed a hand on Dende's shoulder and the voices seemed to slow. Dende looked up at Piccolo with wide eyes.
"I'll hold back some of it for you for now, but you are the new guardian of earth, someday you will have to stand on your own." Piccolo said, he voice and eyes still lacked warmth, but Dende was grateful for his mentor, his brother, and his predecessor.
"Thank you." Dende said his voice showing how tired he really was. "I wander if this is how Guru felt as Namek was meeting its end?" He said shivering.
"No." Piccolo said simply before elaborating. "Our people only numbered in the hundreds and understood the trials that befall them." Piccolo said shaking his head. "This is worse... much much worse. And... I don't know when it will get better."
"Even after we use the Dragon Balls to bring back those people who were killed by Cell and the Androids, what about the innocent people that were killed because of the panicking that will continue!? What about all the people that are still being killed!? What about Goku?" Dende said only whispering the last one.
"I know Dende... I know." Piccolo said his voice starting to lose its emotionless mask. "But we will do what we can. And someday... hopefully everything will be at peace again."
"Will it?" Dende asked. "Even after everyone finds out that Cell is dead. Will that give them piece of mind? What about when they realize that there are several beings on this planet that have the ability to destroy the entire world? I can't see them taking that well."
Piccolo closed his eyes and was quiet for a moment. "I don't know."
Dende's pain turned to anger. "I think you do! You saw the way Mr. Satan reacted to the fights! He was going insane just from watching them! The only reason his students weren't doing the same was because that guy had convinced them that it was all just one big!... trick." Dende whispered the last word. "And they believed in him." Dende turned around and started to walk back towards the Lookout. "Mr. Popo, I need to borrow your carpet!"
"Where are you going?" Piccolo asked confused.
"I have a plan." Dende said with a hint of a smile on his face. "I think it might just work."
Satan Hercule was sitting on his couch with his head between his knees. He felt like garbage after having to watch the Delivery Boy, the child that defeated Cell crying over the lose of his father. He could only remember the year before and his own daughter's panicked cries at his wife's final bedside.
"How... how could it all be real?" Mr. Satan said feeling light headed. "I don't understand." He only had a few hours until the press conference where he would have to explain to the world that a eleven year old boy with enough power to blow up the planet was responsible for defeating Cell and saving the world. He had a draft of the speech in front of him but he was feeling ill from thinking about the day.
"Then let me help you." A voice he didn't recognize said. Mr. Satan's head shot up and he saw a small green man, no bigging than a ten year old human child standing on a flying carpet in front of him behind him was another green man, the one from the Cell games. Satan's jaw dropped and he stared shaking. At seven feet tall the green man was just as tall as Mr. Satan himself and he wore a look of disapproval on his face. But it wasn't directed at Mr. Satan, but at the smaller of the visitors. "Hello Satan Hercule, I am Dende, the new guardian of earth, or as you human call it, 'god'. I would like to talk to you about the future of the planet."
"You... you're god?" Mr. Satan stated in shock. He couldn't believe it. God had come down from his lookout to talk to him.
"Yes that's right. In a few hours a mericle will accrue and all those who died as a result of the monster Cell's actions will be brought back to life." Dende said nodding.
Mr. Satan's eyes widened. "That... that's great!" Dende smiled but the smile faltered as Mr. Satan asked his next question. "So that boy from the Cell games is going to get his father back right?"
"I... wish that was the case." Dende said sadly causing Hercule's smile to vanish. "Out of everyone who died... only he and the other fight that died fighting Cell will not be brought back. He has already been brought back to life once... we can't do it again."
"But... that boy. It's not fair." Hercule said tearing up.
"I know... god I knew." The young god said angrily. Breathing heavily Dende looked back up at Mr. Satan. "Satan Hercule, I did not come here to tell you about the people that will return. I came here to talk to you about preventing more deaths."
Hercule's eyes widened again. God was going to give him a mission... him. "What... what do you need me to do?"
"The would is in panic because of the monster Cell. Even though he is gone, I am afraid that the fact that beings exist that could whip out the planet is to much for people to handle. The earthlings just aren't ready for that." Dende said looking to Mr. Satan who nodded knowingly. "So I want you to tell the world what you have been telling them all along. There are no flying people and man throwing energy waves. It is all just a trick." Hercule was speechless as god finished off his decrees. "I have already changed the memories of the others that were with you. Congratulations Satan Hercule, you are the hero of earth, the ordinary human being, the one who beat the monster, Cell."
Hercule isn't that bad of a guy. Sure he isn't Gohan, but he tries. And I don't know why everyone portrays Dende as a troll.
Stop being mean to the guy. He just wanted to kill Cell. Is that so wrong?