Picollo raced through the skies with such speed and silence that anybody below would not have realised he was there. Below him the countryside whizzed by, however, he was not interested in the scenery. As he flew by at an immeasurable speed, a million thoughts raced through his head. I lost...I should have won...I've failed my father...I'm too weak...I'm pathetic...I didn't kill him when I had the chance...damn him... damn myself. Finally, after having travelled countless miles from the ruined stadium that hosted the Budokai, Picollo set down in the middle of an abandoned desert. Magically has tattered gi was restored and a white cape and mantle, suddenly rested on his shoulders and head. He looked around. "There is too much life here". He then raised one hand, and with a bright flash the area all around him exploded.
One the light dimmed, all that remained of the area was charred rubble, and the remains of many dead creatures which had once inhabited the region. A fanged smile slowly spread across, his ussually morbid features, but it soon faded. Picollo sighed. Why couldn't I beat him? I trained for years, I anticipated everymove he could make, and I created new attacks of my own to catch him off guard. So where did I go wrong? Picollo cursed softly. This is Kami's doing. That pathetic old goat new I was becoming strong, so he dumped all of his skills onto Son Gokou. If it hadn't been for him I would have succeded...what am I saying? Picollo cursed himself. I have noone to blame but myself for this loss. I had gim beaten. I'd broken all of his limbs, and opened up a rather large wound in his chest. While he lay screwed up on the ground, I was near my maximum, and ready to reduce him to ashes. I was so sure of my victory, that I got careless. That cost me the battle. Picollo cursed himself again. Damn myself, its seems as if my entire family is doomed to underestimate Son Gokou. All of fathers minions were killed because they were all careless, and didn't evaluate the boys strengths properly. Even Father himself was foolish enough to think he was assured of victory. He payed for his foolishness with his life. I was lucky I did not suffer the same fate. Or was I. Picollo looked up at the sky and then down at his own hands. I wish he had just killed me. But that bastard decided to let me live. His fists were tightly clenched as electricity began to crackle all around. A grimace formed on his face and then I he roared, "Son, you will pay". He then let loose the energy he had built up, and it exploded like a Nuclear Bomb. The blast was seen and heard miles away, and on the other side of the world, the survivors of the ordeal that had transpired earlier at the Budokai, all noticed a massive eruption of energy.
Once Picollo was finished, he stood on a pillar of rock that rose up above the destruction all around him. What is happening to me? What would my father think of me now? That thought caused himself to shudder. He would think I was pathetic for dwelling on this loss, just as I do now. After a few moments he smiled. Son Gokou may think he is invincible, but he will soon learn not to take his greatest nemesis so lately. I will haunt him and his friends and lived ones until the ends of time. I shall gain vengeance. Picollo laughed, a cold mirthless laugh, and took to the skies once more.
"Don't worry Son Gokou, you wont lose your mortal enemy, and I will not rest until you are a pile of bloody ashes at my feet, and the world is my plaything." And then he was gone.
One the light dimmed, all that remained of the area was charred rubble, and the remains of many dead creatures which had once inhabited the region. A fanged smile slowly spread across, his ussually morbid features, but it soon faded. Picollo sighed. Why couldn't I beat him? I trained for years, I anticipated everymove he could make, and I created new attacks of my own to catch him off guard. So where did I go wrong? Picollo cursed softly. This is Kami's doing. That pathetic old goat new I was becoming strong, so he dumped all of his skills onto Son Gokou. If it hadn't been for him I would have succeded...what am I saying? Picollo cursed himself. I have noone to blame but myself for this loss. I had gim beaten. I'd broken all of his limbs, and opened up a rather large wound in his chest. While he lay screwed up on the ground, I was near my maximum, and ready to reduce him to ashes. I was so sure of my victory, that I got careless. That cost me the battle. Picollo cursed himself again. Damn myself, its seems as if my entire family is doomed to underestimate Son Gokou. All of fathers minions were killed because they were all careless, and didn't evaluate the boys strengths properly. Even Father himself was foolish enough to think he was assured of victory. He payed for his foolishness with his life. I was lucky I did not suffer the same fate. Or was I. Picollo looked up at the sky and then down at his own hands. I wish he had just killed me. But that bastard decided to let me live. His fists were tightly clenched as electricity began to crackle all around. A grimace formed on his face and then I he roared, "Son, you will pay". He then let loose the energy he had built up, and it exploded like a Nuclear Bomb. The blast was seen and heard miles away, and on the other side of the world, the survivors of the ordeal that had transpired earlier at the Budokai, all noticed a massive eruption of energy.
Once Picollo was finished, he stood on a pillar of rock that rose up above the destruction all around him. What is happening to me? What would my father think of me now? That thought caused himself to shudder. He would think I was pathetic for dwelling on this loss, just as I do now. After a few moments he smiled. Son Gokou may think he is invincible, but he will soon learn not to take his greatest nemesis so lately. I will haunt him and his friends and lived ones until the ends of time. I shall gain vengeance. Picollo laughed, a cold mirthless laugh, and took to the skies once more.
"Don't worry Son Gokou, you wont lose your mortal enemy, and I will not rest until you are a pile of bloody ashes at my feet, and the world is my plaything." And then he was gone.