Heaven Vs Hell Chapter 1

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White wisps of cloud like objects whizzed by, heading towards a tall building with a bright red roof. Although seemingly mouthless, a loud chatter occurred between each speck of white. Two bright blue faces appeared round the back of the large building and stuck an arm out each to direct the white clouds inside the building.

"One at a time please. No pushing," One of the blue guys said.

"I swear people get really rude when they lose their bodies," the other said.

"Yeh. Makes me feel sorry for those angels who have to bring them here. They can't be very eager to come. I mean, I wouldn't like to die and suddenly lose my body and be told that I have to live here for all eternity."

"I don't feel sorry for the devils though, not one little bit."

"Yeh. If they get trouble bringing a soul into the HFIL then that's their problem. I'm just glad that we haven't had any angel-devil confrontations to deal with. 'Cause you know who would have to settle them…"

"Yeh, lucky us. I wouldn't wanna get in the way of something like that. Angels and Devils are dangerous enough of their own, too much power. I'm just glad that I'm only on door duty, I'd hate to be an angel."

"Me too, me too."

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"Who's next?!" A voice boomed out from the tall building.

Inside sat one huge man, friendly in nature but who had now become so irritated with the number of souls that he had had to deal with that day that he was beginning to lose patience with some of the less co-operative 'clients.' Coughing loudly so that the entire building shook, the giant cracked his knuckles and picked up a pen, ready to sign in the next soul.

"Name?" He bellowed, making the small cloud quiver slightly.

"Francina Bell," the voice whimpered, looking at the face of the giant.

Writing the name down quickly, the giant looked at the soul, almost as if he were scrutinising it. Smiling slightly, he rubbed the back of his head and accidentally dropped his pen in the process. Bending down to pick it up, he knocked the table slightly, which toppled over forwards and landed ontop of the unsuspecting soul.

"Ooops," the giant cried out, picking up the table. "It's a good job that you don't have a body anymore!" He laughed slightly at his inside joke.

The soul however, didn't share the same sense of humour as the giant. Muttering 'idiot' under her breath, she followed the blue guys hand gesture out of another door and into a long line of other souls.


Sighing, the big giant called over one of the small blue guys to his desk. Trembling before the giant, he handed him a large piece of white paper.

"So…this is the list of souls needed to be collected is it? Well…let's see…"

The giant's eyes wandered down the piece of paper, smirking occasionally.

"Ah…I see old Roshi is up here, it's about time…that guy must be as old as me!" He laughed.

Looking down the rest of the list, the giant's eyes widened when he reached the name…the name he had been worried about for some time…

"Piccolo…"

The small blue minion jumped, "Piccolo sir?"

The giant turned around in his chair and proceeded to chew on his pen. He appeared to be deep in thought and it was a few brief seconds before he turned back to his minion. "Yes…Piccolo. Now, I am faced with a dilemma…"

He rose and walked towards a window, followed by the minion. "But King Yemma…isn't Piccolo the one who has done both good and bad acts upon the planet?"

King Yemma sighed, "Yes…which makes it difficult to decide where he should be placed. He is not pure of heart so it is not really proper that he should be placed up here with the deserving but….I really don't think that he has been so bad that he deserves to be stuck down there with all of those demons for all eternity."

He shuddered. "I think I shall oversee his selfishness and harsh qualities and allow him the chance to improve. Please go and collect our best angel, it won't be easy collecting this soul. I doubt he will come willingly."

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"Checkmate, I win again!" A voice called out, smiling triumphantly at its opponent. The other player scratched his head with his hand and frowned.

"I didn't know that Queen's could go diagonally!" He protested, "So that's not fair!"

The other player sighed. "Kakarott, how many times have we played this game?"

"Erm…about ten times today, why?"

"Then how come you still haven't got a clue about the rules?" The other voice shouted.

"I…erm…it's hard!"

The other guy shook his head and stood up. "Sometimes I wonder how you became an angel Kakarott. It doesn't seem like you have the know how for it."

Kakarott scratched the back of his head again and smiled goofily. "Yeh well…guess I was just lucky Gohan."

Gohan rolled his eyes, "Yeh Kakarott…lucky." Lucky for you or lucky for me?" he sniggered as he walked towards a fridge on the other side of the room. Opening the door, he selected a large can of juice and was about to close the fridge door when he heard a protest…

"Hey Gohan, what about me?"

Gohan sighed, "Kakarott, every time you ask me to bring one out you never drink it. Is today gonna be any different?"

Kakarott nodded his head enthusiastically. Gohan smiled slightly at the childish look on Kakarott's face. Giving in, he picked up another can and tossed it over to Kakarott.

Placing the can to his lips, Gohan was about to take a long sip when a loud voice was suddenly heard. Unfortunately, Kakarott had already started drinking and sprayed it all over the floor.

Gohan was about to snap at Kakarott but was startled when he heard the urgent tone in the voice.

"We have a situation that requires a specific angel…Kakarott, will you please report to King Yemma immediately. That is all."

Gohan's mouth opened wide and he turned around to face Kakarott. He face faulted to the floor as he saw Kakarott dancing around the room shouting, "I'm going on a mission, I'm going on a mission."

Composing himself quickly, Gohan faced Kakarott. "Then what are you waiting for? King Yemma's expecting you, hurry!" He shouted.

"Ok!" Goku said back. Backing towards the, Kakarott continued moving while he waved goodbye to Gohan.

'BANG!'

"OWWW!"

Kakarott clutched his head as he finally made it out of the door. "Gosh…whoever thought that clouds could be so hard?" He winced as he rubbed his head again.

Skipping along the white misty path, Kakarott quickly arrived at King Yemma's office. Several minions dispersed quickly when they heard him coming. Confused by their sudden departure, Kakarott shook his head and opened the door.

"KING YEMMA?!" He shouted cheerfully, looking around the room.

"Please Kakarott, not so loud…come in."

Kakarott walked quietly into the room, moving about on his tip-toes.

"I didn't mean that you had to be that quiet Kakarott." King Yemma shook his head.

"Oh, sorry."

King Yemma straightened up in his chair and coughed several times.

"Kakarott, I have brought you here because I need you to go and collect a certain soul for me. His name is Piccolo but I have reason to believe that he will not be very willing to come up here."

"Yeh…well…I wouldn't if I was him. I mean, I'd be running around happily on earth one minute and the next I'd be dead and have loads of worms coming out of me and…"

"Yes…thanks for the lovely imagery Kakarott," King Yemma interrupted. "He is a lot stronger than most of the souls we have brought here so I want you to be careful."

Kakarott brought one hand up to his head and saluted, "Yes sir King Yemma sir, you can count on me sir."

"Oh and Kakarott…you also need to be careful of…"

But it was too late, Kakarott was out of the window before King Yemma could finish. Waving his hands in the air in exasperation, he sighed. "He's doomed," he muttered.

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"You know what you have to do then?"

"Yes…bring one soul back here. Easy. I would have thought that I'd have a more challenging act to perform but this will have to do for now."

"Just make sure that you bring that soul here. Then we will talk…Vegeta."

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