Hi, everyone! Shadowblade217 here, and this is the first chapter of my DBZ parody, Break Through the Limit Abridged! Now, before anyone accuses me of parodying the story without permission, I've already spoken to Captain Space, the author of Break Through the Limit, and he has given me full permission to write this parody.
Now, my intention in writing this story is to do something similar to Team Four Star's DBZ Abridged, as if TFS had done a parody of this story. So, if this seems to reference TFS very often, that's why.
First of all, I want to thank Captain Space for allowing me to write this parody; I hope I can live up to the standard he's set.
Please note that the time-scale for this story may not always match that of the full story; each Abridged chapter could cover the events of several story chapters, cover the events of a single chapter, or end at a point that was in the middle of a story chapter. Just saying that now so everyone already knows.
Now, without further ado, on with the story!
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Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit, fan-based parody. Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT and their respective franchises are the property of Funimation, Toei Animation, Fuji TV and Akira Toriyama. Break Through the Limit is the property of Captain Space. Please support the official and unofficial release.
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Break Through the Limit Abridged
Chapter 1: The Consequences of Bad Sportsmanship
"Six!" yelled the voice of an announcer. "Seven!"
Amid the wreckage of the World Martial Arts Tournament arena, two figures captured the audience's attention. One – Piccolo, the reincarnation of the dreaded Demon King – was lying motionless in a crater. The other – Son Goku, the strongest being on the planet – stood over him, a weary grin on his face.
Unbeknownst to Goku or anyone else, Piccolo was actually still conscious. As he lay in his crater, the demon slowly began to concentrate, gathering all of his strength.
"All right," Piccolo thought to himself. "Right before the countdown runs out, I'll jump up and blast him with everything I've got!" He would have grinned, but his face was still wedged into the dirt. "He'll never see it coming. Just listen to him!"
"Uh, sir?" Goku called to the announcer, momentarily taking his eyes off of Piccolo's body. "Any chance you could hurry up with that countdown? I'm getting really hungry, and Chi-Chi promised to take me out to dinner once I beat him."
"Eight!" the announcer called, trying not to groan at Goku's comment. Does he not know how important this tournament is?!
"I've almost got him…" Piccolo focused all of his remaining energy into his mouth, readying a ki blast. "Just another second…"
"Nine!"
"Almost there…"
Now, in another timeline, Piccolo had lost the tournament, through perhaps the simplest, yet most irritating mistake of his life; he'd misjudged how long it would take to get up and launch his sneak attack. Therefore, he'd waited a split second too long, and the announcer had finished the countdown before he could jump to his feet. Piccolo, of course, would never have admitted that to anyone, but he'd always felt some lingering irritation because of it.
In this timeline, however, he got it right.
"Te–"
"Now!" With a yell, Piccolo sprang upright, opening his mouth and spitting out a powerful yellow energy wave. The beam shot straight through Goku's shoulder, producing a horrified gasp from the audience… right up until his afterimage dissolved, and he reappeared directly in front of Piccolo.
"Now that was just rude!" Goku admonished him, before slamming a ki-charged punch into Piccolo's face. The force of the blow launched him out of the ring, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Okay, now can I go get dinner?" Goku asked, indicating Piccolo with a wave of his hand.
The announcer hurried over to Piccolo's body, inspecting the area; it only took a moment to confirm it. "Yep, he's out of bounds! And the tournament goes to Goku!"
As cheers and applause echoed around the arena, Piccolo suddenly sat up, opening his eyes and grabbing at his sore jaw. "How the hell did you know I was going to do that?!" he snapped, glaring at Goku.
Goku shrugged. "You were muttering about it to yourself."
"I said that out loud?!" Piccolo punched the floor uselessly. "Damn it!" Staggering to his feet, he snarled, "I'll be back, Goku! And when I come back, you, and all of your friends, will die!"
"Well, now you're just being a bad sport!"
"Shut the hell up!" Weakly, Piccolo took off, flying slowly away and out of sight.
One of Goku's allies, a bald man with three eyes, approached him. "Was that really a good idea, Goku? I mean, you know he's just going to come back and try to kill us all again, right?"
"Oh, he will not!" Goku replied, smiling as he patted Tien on the shoulder. "He hasn't seemed nearly as evil since the last time I beat him; I haven't seen him kill a single person. Maybe this time, since I beat him again, he'll be even less evil!"
Tien's mouth actually hung open for a few seconds, before he regained his composure. "Goku… you do realize how stupid that sounds, right?"
Goku's irrepressible smile widened. "Oh, don't be so negative, Tien! He'll be fine. Who knows, we might even end up being friends with him some day!"
Tien tried to think of something to say, but all he could get out was an exasperated sigh. "Oh, forget it."
A moment later, Chi-Chi tackled Goku, babbling out a mixture of congratulations for his victory and plans for their wedding, which she had apparently prepared for ahead of time.
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Meanwhile, Piccolo touched down in a barren, isolated wasteland.
"Well, I'll need some time to recover before I can start training again, so until then… might as well check Myspace." With a twitch of his antennae, he accessed the Internet wirelessly, opening his personal Myspace page. "No friend requests, no new comments… damn." He checked his Friends list, where, once again, there was only one entry. "Well, at least I still have you, Tom."
Suddenly, a ding rang through his head.
"Huh… what could that be?" Piccolo scanned his page, quickly identifying the source. "One new message?!" He grinned eagerly. "Social activity!" Another twitch of one of his antennae opened the message. As Piccolo read it, his mouth dropped open in shock and anger.
Tom: Hey, man, I was watching the Budokai on TV, and I gotta say; no offense, but what you did at the end there was really bad sportsmanship. Shoot a guy after he's already got you beaten, and then threaten to kill him and all of his friends after he beat you fair and square? Dick move, man. Dick move. Sorry, but I don't think I can be friends with a guy who'd do something like that.
And then there was another beep, as an alert came up.
Alert: Tom has unfriended you.
Piccolo stood motionless for a moment, trying to deal with the seething rage rushing through his mind.
His only "friend" – the only person in the entire world who he could talk to without immediately wanting to kill them – had deserted him.
His hands clenched into fists, and a wind picked up around him.
And then the demon threw his head back, and screamed.
A massive explosion of power blasted outwards from Piccolo, shaking the entire area. Sand and dust swirled around him, as a raging storm broke out over the wasteland. And ringing above it all, Piccolo's roar of hatred and despair echoed over the desert.
"GOD DAMN YOU, TOOOOOOOMMM!"
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Five years later…
"Good old wasteland!" Piccolo said with satisfaction as he gazed down from the bluff he stood on, observing the devastated landscape around him. "Yep; that was some kick-ass training!"
Ever since his defeat by Goku at the World Martial Arts Tournament, Piccolo had been training pretty much nonstop. Since Tom had unfriended him on Myspace, he'd had no one to chat with online, so he'd been able to devote much more time to training than he could have normally, strengthening his body into the ultimate fighting machine.
"Hey!" a voice suddenly yelled.
Piccolo whipped around. "What the hell?"
"Are you Kakarot?" the voice continued. "Because if you are, stay still! I need to talk to you about killing and selling this planet! It's really important!"
A moment later, the origin of the voice – a tall man with knee-length, spiky black hair and wearing strangely designed armour – touched down in front of Piccolo. Tapping a button on an odd device he was wearing over his left eye, he blinked in surprise. "Oh, wait. You're not Kakarot. My bad!"
Piccolo snorted. "I've got green skin, pointy ears, and a turban. Oh, yeah; I must look like so many other people."
"Oh, a smart-ass, huh?" The man grinned. "I don't appreciate smart-asses."
"Yeah? Well, I don't appreciate being called a smart-ass." Piccolo promptly discarded his cape and turban, the weighted clothes making loud thuds as they hit the ground.
The man raised an eyebrow as the device on his head beeped. "Wait, what? Nine hundred? Still nothing to me, of course, but–"
"HRRAAHH!" Piccolo yelled, his body glowing blue as he powered up to maximum.
The device on the man's head beeped much more loudly. His eyes widened in shock. "Eighteen hundred?!" he cried incredulously. "How the hell did you do that?" A growl rumbled in his throat. "Forget it; I don't care. I'll just kill you now and save myself the trouble of figuring it out!" With a yell, he launched himself at Piccolo, one fist swinging at the demon. "I will not be humiliated by–" His fist swiped through empty air, missing completely, and a moment later Piccolo kicked him in the back, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.
"Clang"
Raditz Owned Count: 1
The man picked himself up on one elbow and looked up at Piccolo, his expression fearful.
Piccolo smirked, energy crackling in one hand. "What was that? Something about being humiliated, I think?"
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AN: And the first chapter's in the books! Hope you guys all enjoyed it!
For those of you who may ask; yes, I will be having a Raditz Owned Count in this story. And yes, I will have a Krillin Owned Count as well, just as TFS did in DBZ Abridged. To make sure you can tell them apart, they'll have different sound effects for each of the two counts (that was why I put the "Clang" before the Raditz Owned Count introduction in this chapter).
I always enjoy getting feedback from my readers, so if anyone has a comment or question about this chapter or the story as a whole, please review! (No hate, please).
See you all next time!