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A/N: This took a while...please forgive us. Well, we realized that we had accidentally left you at what could be known as a cliff hanger. Hee. Sorry for the wait but we authors were contemplating on who would write the climax of this chapter so we simply prolonged it as long as possible. This chapter is, just like the rest of the story, for your enjoyment. *hint* it is good to review... motivates faster posting of the chapters. Now sit back and enjoy the read! Maybe we can get you on the edged of your seat... bed? Ground? Whatever. Enjoy!

The section that are bold with the :D face are I walk in air's.

The section that are normal with the ~*~ are lilpreciousone's.

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Poor Attitudes Call For Drastic Measures

Chapter: two

:D There were many mixed feelings and crazed expressions passing around. Piccolo's faced turned sour. He should have known Vegeta wouldn't be of any help.

Piccolo said, " If you kill me how will that stop the planets fate?!"

Thank Shen Long, Gohan had just walked in! Which gave Piccolo the opening to leave before Vegeta could reply and cause more damage. The green alien made it out into one of the many halls. 'Need to think..' he thought. Before he could exit the building to enjoy the solitude of meditation someone tugged on his cape.

"Come with me. Bulma wants to speak with us privately." Goku whispered. Piccolo turned and swinging his left arm to the side, pulled the white heavy fabric from Goku's grasp. He glared at the shorter...man?..boy?- Whatever!

"She said something regarding an option five!" Goku chirped excitedly.

"SO?! Let me guess. There are probably seventy freaking ways to go about this, but our only feasible one is too slow for our crazy genius?" Piccolo said, "Whats next? She gonna pump your system full of steroids and hope for the best?"

The Namek scowled, the fact that Bulma wanted to meet in secret was making his every sense itch like mad.

~*~ Bulma is truly a brilliant woman. (her control over a certain prince is proof enough of her bold genius) The two nervous looking warriors currently fidgeting side by side in her lab were surviving witnesses of her scary, albeit life saving, contributions to the team. Bulma surely was a distant relative of Einstein. That didn't make dealing with her any more durable.

"Vegeta's right," she said, not even a tick of emotion betraying her firm resolve. Goku looked outraged while Piccolo just sighed and bowed his head as if surrendering to the ghastly fifth option. "I...guess I understand." he said softly. Goku released a feral sound worthy of a full-moon raised, fur covered Saiyan monster.

"He's right, but there is a better way than just blasting a hole through Piccolo's chest." Bulma said, staring at Goku like he was the one who she had, almost casually, agreed needed to be snuffed out. "Listen, boys, I think I've got the answer. We kill Piccolo," she smiled ruefully, "Not that we haven't ever wanted to see him reduced to a pile of Namek pieces in the past- no offense."

"None taken." he assured her.

"The black star balls will then turn to gray ordinary rocks leaving them powerless... Then, with the orange star balls we bring the inactive buggers here and use the last wish to bring Piccolo back!" She cried triumphantly.

Goku's frown fled. Piccolo's tense shoulders relaxed. This could work, really work. What would they possibly do without Bulma? Goku ran forward to hug his lifelong friend and tripped on a black plug-in cord haphazardly strune across the lab floor. With Namekian fast reflexes Piccolo caught his little arm before he could face plant. Huffing, Goku kicked the wiring and stuck his tongue out at it to blow raspberries. The pink appendage slipped back behind his lips, however, when he caught sight of the tall metal arch it was attached to. The odd contraption appeared to be made of a light bluish-gray shining material he couldn't recognize and was wide enough for three bouncers to stand underneath, shoulder to shoulder. His minor hurt forgotten, Goku's curiosity took over and bested him.

"Bulma? Whats this thingy do?" asked an intrigued Saiyan.

"Oh, that?...just some old project of mine."

:D * Author of this section mentally slaps the other author. "Hate...You."*

Bulma eyed the thing warily. "I gave up on this old scrap to work on the designs of the first dragon radar. Still don't know if it works or not." she said dully, her hand tracing the patterned markings on the dusty machinery.

"Whats it supposed to do?" Goku questioned while inspecting the arch. The blue haired woman shook her head solemnly.

"Something to do with a person's conscience I believe.." she paused, "or like...I don't know! It involved a switch of some sort, but-..." Bulma seemed rather frustrated with herself. Why couldn't she remember this? Then it clicked and her back met the closest wall. Sliding down it she suddenly felt exhausted and folded into a sitting position. "That was my first failure," she muttered, "I remember everything. This machine was supposed to allow living things to swap each others conscience."

Goku listened intently, his new tail flicking around. Piccolo was taking the moment to meditate and prepare for his 'friendly' execution. The lab was silent for awhile, then the miniature adultish-child asked, "How do you know if it works or not?" There was no harshness in Goku voice yet Bulma's bottom lip quivered.

"I tested it out on my two favorite cats."

this caught the Namek's attention. "Then what?" he asked.

The silent water works began as she said, "They...They died."

~*~ *I rub my reddening cheek. "Ha! I will take your bait and run wild with it!*

"DIED?!" Piccolo unconsciously retreated a feet away from the freaking murder machine. Goku, being the sweetheart he is, wrapped his arms around Bulma's shaking shoulders. The beautiful scientist sobs surprising Piccolo. She always put up a strong I'll-be-taking-none-of-your-inferior-opinions-seriously. Bulma was one tough ckicky and she had never failed as far as they'd known until this...revelation.

"Hey, hey, it's alright it could have been worse." Goku whispered, stroking the mop of electric blue hair atop Bulma's noggin', " You could of tested on peoples but instead you killed two dumb cats."

Bulma wailed and the noise deafened poor Piccolo. The angry Namek tried to block his hearing by covering his ears with both hands. If Bulma kept it up he'd lose his second sense in the most agonizing way. Death by screeching. Not pleasant.

"GOKU! Gah! You-you idiot!" Piccolo cried, his head ringing from the piercing shrieks emitted from the distraught female and his body began to tremble. Goku glared at the stricken Namek.

"What did I do?!" he yelled angrily.

Piccolo snarled, "Sh-...Shut up!"

The little guy stamped his child sized foot, "Not until you tell me why you called me that! I'm not stupid like everyone thinks! I'm tired of being see as a fool!"

"Your not helping your case Goku! Stop yelling you moron!" Piccolo dropped to one knee, the combined vocal efforts of Goku and Bulma undoing him. Goku was to enraged to notice and shoved piccolo over, who in turn kicked the ten year old Goku's feet out from under him. Leaving his hearing to the dogs, for he believe it all but done for, Piccolo abandoned the vain attempt to plug his banshee raped ears and lashed out at Goku's unprotected face. Canines, sharpened over the years to better suit the ravenous Saiyan's appetite, clamped down on the wrist of Piccolo's clenched hand. The Namek yowled and brought his bleeding hand to his chest, bringing a growling Goku with it in the process.

Then began a seriously bruising tussle between two of the world's strongest occupants. Bulma knew her fierce crying was doing Piccolo harm, but to see both of her good friends fighting this way made her cry even harder. The emerald giant locked his legs around Goku's waist as the Son grasped the collar of the others purple gi. Hissing and glaring they rolled in a death log toward the sobbing scientist, who scuttled out of the way.

"Guys!" she screamed, panic forcing her out of the weeping fit, "GUYS! Stop, your-!" Bulma's words were drowned out by a pained cry from Goku, who had become the victim of a strangling hold. Wildly he kicked his short legs. Bulma's heart seemed to stop as she watched the scene her mind had her viewing in slow motion.

Goku and Piccolo were trying their damnedest to kill each other...underneath the strange metal arch. A thrashing Goku foot made connection with a low residing panel on the inner side of the killing contraption. A low clicking sound was heard only by Bulma as the thing kicked on, humming with life.

*GAAAAAAAHHHH!*

Time appeared to come to an almost complete stop. Horror struck, Bulma sat in a stupor. She wanted to react and stop the accidental slaughter of the two, but soon lost all hope. Her limbs stiffened as realization hit. She new it took a mere millisecond for the lethal machine to inflict pain and death upon its current specimen. She couldn't bare to see it. Bulma's lids came down over her eyes to shield away the scene.

'And it's all my fault... If I hadn't built the thing to begin with, if I had destroyed it after gaining knowledge of its deadly affects, if I didn't allow it to sit here for this long... None of this would have ever happened.' she had the words run over and over in her mind.

Very similar things had sketched their way into her thoughts many years prior to this moment. A moment that seemingly lasted years worth, but this time with a much darker gloom about it. No longer were there any hints to support that the two seasoned worriers' fight was still at bay.

'What should I tell Chi Chi... or, well, anybody for that matter?' Bulma wondered.

Time resumed its normal speed as the humming slowed to a stop... Guilty. Wads of depression creeped throughout her mind as it came to an end. Her own invention... a murder machine. The airy silence proving there wasn't an inkling of a chance they had survived.

"No..." the lonely woman sobbed into her palms. Bulma's eyes remained clamped shut.

Then it happened!

"Ugghhhmm.." Goku and Piccolo groaned in unison. In surprise, the blue haired scientist/engineer jumped so high her head collided with the ceiling. After, she scrambled up to her feet and towards her friends. "Wha-! Goku?! Piccolo?! You're... well you're.." Bulma shouted in relief. There they were, dare she say it, ALIVE! Without really thinking, she launched herself onto the closest person. (which just happened to be Piccolo) "Argh." the green man mumbled. Both of her friends were sprawled on the floor and their eyes were shut.

"Oh!" Bulma smiled, "Sorry Piccolo."

"It's ok...ugrh..."

"I wasn't taking to you Goku!"

*Sorry, but I didn't have the brain power to write freakishly long sections. Slaps other author once more. (With a Paula Dean frying pan) I admit. You won this battle of prolongation.*

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