Pikkon: The Life Story

Chapter 2: Kyouretsu Keiko

Fire surrounded a lone warrior. The ground was scorched black by the flames, the sky tinged red and the air was contaminated with the acrid smell of smoke. Pikkon stood in the middle of it all and looked around nervously, a frightened expression on his face. His gaze locked onto the dead body of a Nakorian, whom Pikkon recognised to be his childhood friend Kura. He rushed over to the corpse and cried, his tears staining his cheeks and dripping to the floor. Pikkon whipped his head round, noticing more bodies wherever his gaze fell. Sorrow now filled his heart and soul and the tears poured out of his eyes. Suddenly, a loud, cruel, cold laugh rang out, sending a chill through Pikkon's body as the maniacal laughter reached his ears. Whirling around, a huge shadow in the form of a person floated before him, raising a hand in front of his torso aimed directly at Pikkon… a bright light filled Pikkon's eyesight and pain spread through his body…

Pikkon suddenly sat bolt upright, screaming with pain and tears staining his face. It had all been a bad dream… but it had seemed so vivid… Pikkon cursed and slammed his fist into the wall of his bedroom. He had had the same dream each and every night, ever since he had reached the west Kai's planet and begun the arduous and torturous training with the west Kai. Every night, Pikkon revisited his home planet; every night, Pikkon was forced to witness the death of his people; every night, Pikkon awoke with tears staining his cheeks. Raising his knees to his chest Pikkon wrapped his arms around his legs and sobbed quietly, resting his chin upon his knees.

A few hours later a loud siren rang out, one that could be heard all over the planet. Though, considering the planets diminutive size, this wasn't such an achievement. Pikkon knew at once what this siren meant though, and dashed outside at once to begin the days training. As he waited for the west Kai to show, Pikkon glanced once more around at the planet. Behind him was his own "apartment", but just beyond that was the west Kai's palace. It was truly awe-inspiring: the many golden turrets that were placed at each corner; the blindingly shiny gold walls; the tinted windows that didn't allow anyone to pry into the west Kai's private home; and of course, the gigantic golden gate that barred entry from intruders. Pikkon had always wondered why the west Kai required such a huge home; as far as Pikkon knew he, the west Kai, and a few other fighters were the only residents of the planet, so what was the necessity for the palace? Pikkon came to the conclusion that the west Kai loved to show off, and it was shown in how he acted. All the west Kai talked about was "showing off… ahem… taking you to the grand Kai, Pikkon." the grand Kai ruled over all the 4 Kai's, and not many people had seen him in person. However, the west Kai and Pikkon had received an invite to the grand Kai's planet, which was a huge honour. Apparently. Pikkon didn't know what the big deal was; all he cared about was returning to life to gain vengeance for the Nakorian's…

The golden gates of the palace swung open and the west Kai scuttled out. Stopping directly in front of Pikkon, he glared up into the warriors face and smirked. "Pikkon, today it is time for you to learn the Thunder Flash Attack. Seeing as you are my best student, you should not have any problems with it…" he said in that annoyingly nasal voice. This, Pikkon had been looking forward to; ever since he had seen the attack performed and the damage it inflicted upon another fighter, Pikkon had been eager to learn it for himself. It may even be more powerful than the Nakorappa… With the Thunder Flash Attack, Pikkon may even be able to destroy Yami… Pikkon nodded to show he understood. And so, the training to learn the Thunder Flash Attack began.

The west Kai told Pikkon to step back, out of his way. "I shall show you the technique that you must use to perform the Thunder Flash Attack, Pikkon. Watch carefully!" he said, while stretching slightly to warm his muscles up, preparing to act out the Thunder Flash Attack. He stopped, checked that Pikkon was watching, then began the technique. It seemed to be some kind of dance more than anything else, and Pikkon was surprised; he had expected it to be simple, not elegant and graceful… it also seemed to take a while to prepare. Already, Pikkon had spotted a flaw with the technique, and his hopes deflated. If in just the preparation of the attack there were weaknesses, the rest couldn't be anything special. However, he continued to observe, as a small flame of hope still burnt within him.

Suddenly the strange ritual dance was over and the west Kai slammed his fists together, pointing them towards a tree. He screamed, "THUNDER FLASH ATTACK!" and a huge pillar of fire burst from his clenched fists, with bolts of electricity crackling around it. Pikkon could only watch in awe as the flames consumed the tree, leaving nothing but ashes and scorched earth where it stood. Pikkon turned to ace the west Kai, jaw dropped and eyes wide in shock. Shaking his head, Pikkon yelled, "wow! That was incredible!" in response to Pikkon's shout of approval, the west Kai merely smirked cockily and replied in that nasally voice, "Indeed. And you will be learning it…" Pikkon was almost vibrating from excitement. He couldn't wait to learn the Thunder Flash Attack; he was certain it would be the technique to defeat Yami. The Nakorappa was long forgotten…

Many arduous weeks of learning, repeating, and performing the Thunder Flash Attack passed; finally, Pikkon had mastered the technique. And just in time too; it was time to visit the Grand Kai, and the west Kai was anxious to show off Pikkon and the Thunder Flash Attack. They boarded the plane that was destined for the Grand Kai's planet, which seemed to take hardly any time at all in reaching the planet; it seemed that the plane was far more advanced than any planes Pikkon had seen in his lifetime. While the plane was descending Pikkon glanced out of the window that he was seated next to; he caught the briefest of glimpses of a huge gleaming palace in the distance. Pikkon now came to the conclusion that all Kai's loved to show off.

Transferring from the plane into a taxi, Pikkon and the west Kai came ever closer to the grand Kai's palace. Even Pikkon was getting nervous now; anyone who owned a planet this huge and such an incredible palace must be important. The taxi suddenly stopped and the west Kai jumped out, beckoning Pikkon to follow. He slowly pulled himself out of the taxi, and together they walked purposefully to the palace of the grand Kai.

(Now, it is just as described in the series. I'm not going to copy, so I'll skip it.)

The tournament was over; Pikkon had been disqualified along with Goku, and there was the promise of the grand Kai's training. Though Pikkon couldn't help but notice the grand Kai didn't seem to live up to the hype; in fact, he seemed extremely weak compared to Pikkon. He shrugged; power wasn't everything, and the grand Kai must have some other way of training warriors other than his own strength. Turning around Pikkon spotted Goku chatting to the north Kai. He caught a few abstract pieces of their conversation.
"The dragonballs could restore you…"

"No, I don't want to return, not yet…"

"But Goku, they may need you brought back to life soon…"

"Ah, don't worry king Kai! I'm sure Gohan can handle anything…"

Pikkon blinked in confusion. What did that mean? Was it possible that someone could be brought back to life? There was only one way to find out. He strode over to Goku, who greeted him cheerfully. "Hey Pikkon! Great match, it's a shame we were both disqualified… but, guess it's great that we both get the grand Kai's training, 'ey?"

"Yeah, thanks… erm, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. What are the dragonballs?" Pikkon asked. Goku smiled and happily replied, "well, they're 7 magical jewels that when brought together can grant you a wish!"

"What, any wish? Even revival?"

"Yup! I should know, I've been revived before!"

Excitement filled Pikkon's body. Here it was, his ticket back to the living universe! Pikkon didn't hesitate to ask, "Wow… is it possible for me to be revived? I would be eternally grateful!" Goku looked thoughtful for a second, but then grinned and replied, "sure, why not? After all, you gave me one heck of a fight! King Kai, can you use your telepathy to ask Bulma and everyone to start collecting the dragonballs?" king Kai looked disgruntled. "Why yes, of course I can, that's all I'm good for nowadays isn't it…" he said unpleasantly. Goku blinked, then said, "Thanks king Kai!" king Kai shuddered at Goku's inability to understand sarcasm, and began telepathically contacting Bulma. Pikkon couldn't stop thanking Goku; he was finally going to return home…

Within a few weeks Goku found Pikkon and informed him that the dragonballs had been gathered; Pikkon thanked him once more, and prepared himself to be revived. "Oh, one thing Pikkon... You will be revived onto earth, my home planet. Is that ok with you?" Goku questioned. Pikkon thought for a second, then shrugged and replied, "that is fine with me, so long as I am revived…" being transported to earth meant he wouldn't know how to get to Nakor, but Pikkon was certain he would be able to find Nakor somehow. He told Goku he was ready, who passed it on to king Kai, who told Bulma to make the wish. Pikkon closed his eyes and within a few moments, he felt a sudden wind. Opening his eyes, he found he was in a completely different area. Also, his halo was gone. He was alive once more…

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