Chapter 2 - Seperated Souls
A/N: I do not own Dragon Ball Z! The idea of Mizuki and Piccolo living in a cave came from Criticalthinking, thank her for that!
I do however own the OC's Yami Piccolo, Hikaru Piccolo and Mizuki, plus her origins!
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(This should start up the main storyline!)
three years passed in a flash, but Mizuki still mourned the loss of her friend, every morning when she'd wake up and have to train by herself or with Gohan, she would miss the big green man she shared a cave with.
Gohan had gotten over the death of his father, finally able to move on with his life, Mizuki moved on with her life also, but every so often, she would cry herself to sleep, memories of the hole in Piccolo's chest giving her nightmares for the rest of the evening through until the sun rose at dawn.
Mizuki was now flying towards Gohan's home in search of a training partner, however she knew she wouldn't be able to fight with the teen, Chi-Chi was making Gohan study harder for some reason, and it irked her.
What was the point in sparring with Gohan anway? Mizuki stopped and hovered in mid air, clenching her shaking fist. The only person she could fight with using all her strength and might have a chance at beating, was Piccolo.
He was her perfect training partner, because whenever she would get close to winning, he would be stronger and harder to beat. He was always only one step ahead, and that was a great deal better than not landing a single punch at all.
"P-Piccolo-sama..." Mizuki whimpered, trembling as tears flowed down her cheeks too quickly for her to register them yet. "I...I miss you..."
~DBZ~
Piccolo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he stood behind an arguing set of souls infront of him, near the building where one's soul was judged and sentenced.
He hoped his redemption and fusion with Kami meant he wouldn't be dropped straight into Hell, he had heard that place was a terrible world of evil.
"I want to be judged first!" One of the souls with a high pitched squeak said, making Piccolo's anger rocket greatly. Oh that voice was annoying and hurt his ears.
"Please wait until it is your turn, do not cut in!" One of the workers shouted through a megaphone, tingling Piccolo's heightened hearing and making his ears hurt even more. "Any cutting in will be responded with a one way ticket to Hell!"
"Crap!" Piccolo barked, and that shut the argument up, only in fear of a retaliation from the Namek. "I've been waiting for three years!"
"Please sir, we have to ask you to stop shouting!" The man said, through that insufferable device, causing Piccolo to feel the first headache he's had since dying.
Piccolo growled, but kept silent, his arms crossed as he waited impatiently for his turn, this was going to be a long day.
~DBZ~
Mizuki and Vegeta stood opposite one another in the Ultra Gravity room, glaring down one another as if they were ready to kill.
She had been forced to train with someone who she neared in strength, she still had no chance, but it was either this, or Kuririn.
"I won't go easy on you!" Vegeta sneered and Mizuki scoffed, cracking her knuckles. "Did I ask you to?" She countered, smirking when this annoyed the Saiyan asshole.
Then the fight began.
~DBZ~
FINALLY!
Piccolo walked into the home of Yama-sama and stood before the giant God, staring up at him as he checked through his book of souls.
The large God looked over his desk and hummed, spotting a familiar face. "Oh, Piccolo Daimao, I see you've died again..." He said, leafing through the book as thick as his desk. "What was the cause this time? Did you die in favor of saving another?"
"No..." Piccolo said, looking up at the large God with a stoic expression. "Cell broke my neck...I don't remember anything after that but pain..."
"Let me find the cause, one moment..." Yama-sama looked through the book and stopped at Piccolo's picture. "Ah here it is! You took severe damage from a broken neck and a hole through your abdoman, but what killed you was the ocean..."
"What do you mean, Yama-sama?"
"You died from drowning, Cell, when you were weakened by both injuries, tossed you into the water and left you to die..."
"That bastard!" Piccolo snarled, clenching his fists with anger making his Ki surge. "When I get back to Earth, I'm going to kill him!"
"No need!" Yama-sama said, twirling a pen out of boredom. "Cell was defeated by Gohan not long after you died, plus you've already been brought back once, there's no way you can be brought back again..."
Piccolo had a dreading sense that he could not return to the land of the living, however this wasn't simply because he didn't want to die, this was also because of Mizuki.
Who did she have left now that he was gone?
Her entire race was killed by the Saiyans and she had no home planet to return to, he was all she had, her best friend, and now that he was gone, she had friends, but none of them connected with her the way he had.
None of them understood her like he did.
"Piccolo?"
Piccolo hummed and looked back up at the God, who seemed concerned for his sudden detachment. "Is something in the Lower World bothering you?"
"No..." Piccolo lied, a natural trait, he didn't like to share his feelings with anyone, even if that person was a God. "Please continue with the judgement..."
Yama-sama nodded and looked through Piccolo's life achievements and grievances. "You have many crimes to answer for, Piccolo...Including your incarnate's crimes..."
Piccolo flinched at that, since he was the reincarnation of the first Piccolo Daimao, he had to be judged for those sins as well.
Yama-sama looked at everything, including the sacrifices Piccolo had made, and chose his course of action. "I have decided to allow you access to Heaven..." He said, but before Piccolo could smirk, he added. "But..."
Piccolo's smirk dropped and a bead of sweat slid down his cheek. Oh how he hated the 'but.'
"I can still sense evil in your heart, as small as it may be, it could become stronger and overtake you..." Yama-sama said, placing his pen on the desk. "Therefore, I must take drastic actions to ensure the safety of the Other World and all it's inhabitants..."
Piccolo's eyes widened, he had a feeling this wasn't going to be pleasant. "What sort of 'drastic actions?!'" He asked, stepping forward with gritted teeth.
"I have to seperate you into two forms, one light, one dark..." Yama-sama said, he didn't look pleased about his choice either. "One part will go to Heaven and the evil inside you will rot in Hell..."
Piccolo shivered as fear coursed through him, if he were to seperate, he would no longer be the Piccolo he was known as. He would be two seperate beings, two completely different entities.
"If it makes you feel any better, I can give both sides your qualities and personalities, however they will have two different views..."
"What do you mean?"
"Your darker half will be made of all that is evil in you, so he would be hell bent on revenge on anyone who has ever done you wrong...Whereas your lighter half will be noble and honest, and may lack the same love of fighting you hold dear..."
Piccolo gritted his teeth and stepped back again. "What if I choose not to split into two forms?!" He asked, not wanting either to exist, the hatred would most likely want his friends dead, and the good half sounded like the boring Kami he had fused with.
"I'm not giving you a choice, Piccolo..." The God said, his voice rumbling with a snarl, he didn't like back-chat. "I do not condemn those who have done good, I am seperating you, whether you like it or not!"
Piccolo's eyes widened and suddenly he thought back to Mizuki, she would never forgive him if he were to change. "No! I won't allow it!" Piccolo barked, however two of the strongest warriors in the universe, definitally stronger than Piccolo, came out and restrained the Namek. "Let me go! Let me go right now!"
"I do apologise, Piccolo Daimao..." Yama-sama said, frowning as he raised his hand. "We all thank you for your noble sacrifice..."
"Noble my ass!" Piccolo snarled. "I did not agree to-"
Yama-sama snapped his fingers and suddenly Piccolo went rigid, pain beginning to form in his chest, small and miniscule at first, but it began to spread. "Wh-what's- Aggggh!"
Piccolo began to thrash, the pain increasing as it reached his fingertips and toes, burning through his veins as if he had been dipped into boiling hot lava.
"Y-you BASTARD!" Piccolo snarled, gritting his teeth as sweat sheened onto his forehead, soaking the fabric of his turban. "Aaaaaghhh!" He thrashed as the pain began to pulse, causing throbbing through his entire system. "Your methods are sickening!"
Yama-sama ignored each word said, knowing this was a agonising process and watching as Piccolo's eyes went glassy and blank for a moment, the pain forcing him to the point of semi-consciousness.
"Mi...zu...ki..." Piccolo gasped, before suddenly the warriors let go and he arched back, dropping to his knees as blood seemed to seep from everywhere on his body, despite the lack of injuries.
Then Piccolo was gone as a body began to rip from his own, starting with his head, which seperated into two, covered in sickening purple blood and panting hard.
Next came the arms, tearing away from the original with strands of blood the only thing keeping them together. After which legs followed, before finally the seperated being thrashed and jumped away from the body of it's host, dropping to his knees, also in sheer agony.
"Restrain the seperated form!"
Suddenly a large warrior, stronger than both combined, grabbed the one covered in the most blood, who's head hung low, semi-conscious and unable to move.
Yama-sama glanced at the man left lying on his stomach. "Take the evil half to the cells of Hell, we'll figure out what to do with him later..."
The warrior nodded and dragged the unconscious man from the room, as another warrior rolled the other form onto his back.
"He is already dead, so there is no need to check for life signs..." Yama-sama said, tapping his pen off the desk with boredom. "Take him to the hospital in the Heavens, I shall send someone to keep him company during his stay there..."
"Wh-what about the dark half?" One of the staff members asked as the light half was carried from the room, covered in almost as much blood as his other counterpart.
"Toss him in with his former enemies..." Yama-sama pondered what he had done with a tap of his pen on his lips.
Was letting such unspeakable evil have it's own form the wrong decision?
A/N: What did you think?
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