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Prologue: A Hero's Death - A New Hope.
On the Lookout
Kami watched in interest as the man known as Mutaito sealed Kami's evil counterpart into a rice cooker; of all things.
"Popo did you see that"? Kami asked the genie who was standing right beside him.
"Yes Master Kami, do you think he killed him"? Popo asked his master hopefully.
"No Piccolo is still alive". Kami answered his loyal servant. "It is faint, but I can still feel Piccolo's dark energy from within that container". Kami watched his friend's almost hopeful face fall back into a frown. "The technique that man used is not for killing". Kami watched his servants face become quizzical and realized he would have to explain exactly what Mutaito did. "That man down there, Mutaito, used his ki to seal Piccolo inside that rice cooker". Kami explained in simple terms.
"Oh". Popo said with a sign. "How long do you think King Piccolo will stay sealed"? Popo questioned his master.
"I believe King". Kami said the word with as much distaste as possible. "Piccolo will no longer be a problem to us". Kami said to the genie with a small smile.
"That is great news Master Kami". Popo spoke with pure delight as he bowed to his master and walked away, no doubt to go care for his garden.
Even though the humans had found a way to stop Piccolo without killing him; therefore sparing his own life, Kami was still in a bad mood. To become Earth's guardian Kami had split himself from his dark side. At the time it seemed like a good idea but afterwards he realized his mistake. Not long after he was named guardian his evil side had gone a rampage with all of his evil children. The worst part about all of it is that Kami had been reduced to a mere spectator. He was not able to interfere because if he killed Piccolo he would die also.
"I'm nothing but a coward". Kami muttered to himself.
The part that really confused Kami is that Piccolo was stronger than him. Only a small part of him was tainted with evil, the rest was pure. Even though he only split off a small part of himself, the offspring he produced had more power than him. It made absolutely no sense!
On the Battlefield
"Master Mutaito"! Roshi shouted when his master collapsed to the ground. His master had just sealed away that demon Piccolo and saved the earth. Now was no time to be taking a nap!
"C'mon master get up!" Roshi yelled. "You can sleep later". Roshi said; completely oblivious to the fact that his master was dying. He looked over at Shen for help but he was still unconscious.
"Roshi you fool I'm not sleeping"! Mutaito tried to yell but it came out as a strained whisper. Mutaito had already gone through all the details with Roshi back at cave. Mutaito should have known that Roshi wasn't paying attention. He was probably thinking about the last pretty girl he saw.
"Well then get up you lazy old man". Roshi said a bit annoyed with his world was finally free of that wretched demon, and his master wouldn't get off his lazy ass! He should be celebrating not relaxing.
"Roshi I'm dying". Mutaito said in an "as a matter of fact" voice. Not even trying to put any emotion in his words.
"WHAT"? Roshi looked at master completely caught off guard. There's no way Mutaito was dying Piccolo hadn't even touched him. Shen and Roshi did most of the fighting while his Master prepared his special technique. "Stop trying to be funny and stand up". Roshi said all of sudden serious.
He was too tired to explain to Roshi, he wished Shen hadn't been knocked unconscious in the battle. He knew the plan. "There's no time". Mutaito hissed to Roshi. "Just take the Mafuba to a place where nobody will find it".
"You mean the rice cooker"? Roshi asked incredulously. "Why's the rice cooker so important? Piccolo isn't getting out any time soon." Roshi thought to himself as he turned to take a look at it. As soon as he laid eyes on it the cooker began to shake violently. Suddenly Roshi was afraid to go near the thing.
"Uhhh... how about you take the rice cooker to a safe and secluded place where nobody will find it". Roshi suggested to his master.
"If I could move right n..." Mutaito suddenly lost his voice. "No!... Not yet...please". Mutaito prayed to Kami. He just wanted to slap Roshi one more time before he passed. That's when his vision started to blur and fade. "Stupid Roshi..."
"Uhh... master are you okay". Roshi questioned as he stared into his masters blank face. "Maaasster". Roshi began to poke the old man's forehead. Mutaito still laid motionless. Roshi pressed two of his fingers against his master's neck to check for a pulse. He felt nothing.
On the Lookout: One week later
News of piccolo's demise spread fast. Some had already started building new lives, while most were still mourning. The human race had suffered a great tragedy, they had lost everything. Friends, family, property, treasured belongings. There was this looming sense of hopelessness that the optimistic were struggling to fight off.
Kami saw this as his chance to redeem himself. If he could give them hope than they could rebuild their lives and live happily again.
That night Kami was in deep thought on how he could help the humans. He decided that a good night's sleep might help him think more clearly. Sleep was something that had been escaping him during Piccolo's reign.
In the dream world
Blackness.
A flash of lightning arcs through the sky.
Two more flashes, revealing green scales.
As Kami looked up his eyes locked with the two much larger menacing red eyes of another.
The eyes flashed twice and then lightning struck in between them and they were surrounded by fire and light.
Kami fell backwards on his ass and stared up at the great being before him.
A dragon of unimaginable size and length. It's body twisting and curling.
Kami waited. Silence.
And then...
"SEVEN".
The word was loud inside Kami's head and caught him off guard, causing him to jump in shock. The dragon's mouth had never moved, it just stood agape. Showing off its large teeth.
"Seven what!?" Kami shouted back.
"SEVEN SHALL BE CREATED". When the dragon spoke and the words reverberated inside Kami's head, he swore his whole being shook. Right down to his very soul. He felt so small and insignificant in the dragon's presence.
"Seven wha-"
"YOUR WISH HAS GRANTED". The dragon shimmered and sparked and the Kami's vision was filled with nothing but light.
Back to Reality
"AAHHH"! Kami awoke with a start. "I've had that dream before". Kami thought to himself. "Back at Yunzabit Heights; before the earth's guardian contacted me". All the memories were coming back to him; how he left his ship as a teen to explore life on earth, then later returned as an adult. "It was there that I had that same dream". Kami realized. "It was that very same dream that inspired me to create them". Kami remembered. "Ahh that's it" Kami exclaimed.
He jumped out of his bed and began searching the lookout for his beloved creation. "I know I brought them here". Kami said trying to assure himself. "They're around here somewhere". Zooming from room to room, Kami was starting to lose hope. "Just calm down and focus". Kami said to himself. He sat there meditating for ten minutes before he finally remembered. "Ah there you are". He said to no one in particular. In a matter of seconds Kami was in the basement storage room, standing in front of what he hoped would help him bring Earth's new hope.
"The black star dragonballs". Kami whispered. He reached out and grabbed the smooth and perfectly rounded stone. Although these balls were now dead and useless since the being he was when he created them is no longer in existence, the dream and the ball he now held in his hand had given him an idea. "Time to get to work…"