The Origin of King Piccolo
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Daisuke was still cradling Goku's lifeless body in her arms as she cried with no signs of stopping. Roshi, Tien, Krillin, Puar, Chiaotzu, Launch, and Oolong arrived with Bulma helping Yamcha along as fast as they could go. "Daisuke, what happened?" Oolong asked her as everyone looked at her holding Goku's body in her arms.
"Goku….he….he…he's gone," she whispered, but everyone heard it and gasped. The entire group's blood went cold at hearing this.
"Impossible…." Roshi said horrified.
"No, this can't be true," Yamcha said in disbelief as the announcer who was lying on the ground nearby groaned as he tried to get to his feet.
"Easy," Tien told him.
"It…it was a hideous monster!" the announcer shouted. "He took some ball with four red stars on it, and a list of the Martial Arts Society!"
"A Dragonball and names?" Krillin asked.
"Goku….he…he tried to fight him off. He fought with everything he had but the beast was too strong for him," the announcer further explained.
"When I got here….whatever that thing was tried to kill me but Goku….he….he jumped in the way and sacrificed himself for me," Daisuke said, still crying before she gritted her teeth in frustration and anger.
"Goku…" Bulma choked out as she began to cry as well.
"He's gone…" Krillin said sadly as Daisuke growled.
"ARGH! He didn't deserve this! That bastard will pay for what he's done!" she shouted as she grabbed Goku's nearby power pole and strapped it to her back. "Bulma, Goku once told me you invented something called a Dragon Radar that could track Dragonballs. Do you have it?" she asked and Bulma slowly nodded, pulling out a device which looked like a rather large stopwatch and Daisuke ran past her, grabbing the device in the process.
"Daisuke, wait!" Roshi shouted as Daisuke ran off. "Stop!" Roshi shouted again, but again Daisuke ignored him as she continued to run, images of her and Goku flashed through her mind. She jumped off a cliff and landed on the ground below, activating the Dragon Radar. She saw two blips on the screen with one rapidly moving away from her.
"Two Dragonballs nearby. But which one do I follow?" she asked herself. "I have to guess." She jumped into the air and flew off as fast as she could.
"Daisuke…" Krillin said.
"Impetuous. That thing was strong enough to kill Goku, and Daisuke's running off right after a big match; she won't have the energy to defeat it," Roshi said in frustration. Tien meanwhile picked Goku's lifeless body up.
"He was a brave warrior," he said solemnly.
"No fair," Puar said sadly.
"Who could be so cruel?" Chiaotzu asked.
"I found this piece of paper lying on the ground, does this have anything to do with it?" Oolong asked as he walked over, carrying a piece of paper in his hands and handing it to Bulma. She, Yamcha, and Krillin looked at it.
"It's the word Devil…circled," Bulma said.
"Devil?" Oolong asked. "That sounds creepy," he said. Roshi's eyes widened as he dropped his staff which hit the ground with a clatter.
"Let me see!" he said frantically as he took the paper from Bulma, and everyone looked at him as he gazed upon the symbol on the paper. "No…it's impossible. It can't be true," Roshi said, truly horrified, as his whole body shook from fear.
"Master, what does that mean?" Krillin asked the frightened old man.
"Master Roshi?" Yamcha asked as Turtle finally caught up to the others.
"That's it. From now on this turtle is taking a cab," he said out of breath.
"This is…this is the crest of King Piccolo," Roshi said.
"King Piccolo?" the others asked, confused at the name.
"Piccolo, someone actually admits to having that name?" Launch questioned.
"I've heard that name before. It's a legendary creature said to have thrown the world into the depths of terror ages ago," Tien said.
"It's true," Roshi confirmed. "His name may sound funny to you all, but I can assure you there is nothing humorous about that savage beast. With him came darkness and chaos. His minions of terror wreaked havoc upon the land, destroying all in their path with indiscriminate fury," he explained, thinking back to a very dark time in his memories.
"No one knew what they wanted or why they had come, but they were here laughing as our world crumbled around them. Piccolo and his army destroyed one city after another with little opposition. Except for one temple, in this secluded sanctuary the beasts faced a small but determined school of martial artists. As the horde invaded the temple, the young fighters banded together for one final assault. Though hopelessly outnumbered, they were united and with their combined strength they offered a formidable defence. Many demons fell that day, and alongside them even more great men. When the battle was over, only two of the warriors were left standing. Myself and Crane Hermit. Unfortunately the skirmish had barely left a dent in King Piccolo's forces, desperate and out of time we concentrated our remaining energy into a shield that absorbed the enemy fire. With a breath of luck, we reflected it back at them. One bright light, that's all I remember, but somehow it worked and the horde was vanquished. It was finally over, or so we had thought."
"Apparently the horde of monsters was just an opening act for King Piccolo himself. We barely got a glimpse of his ugly mug before he dismissed us with a wave of his hand. Against his might we were but ragdolls caught in a storm. Shen and I were in our prime, we gave all that we had and still King Piccolo prevailed. All those lives lost and we didn't lay a scratch on him. He was immune to everyone. Even to Mutaito," Roshi explained grimly.
"Who's Mutaito?" Bulma asked him.
"He was my master," he answered. "Thanks to a strong immune system and my extraordinary bedside manner, Master Mutaito made a full recovery from his defeat at the hands of Piccolo. However, exterior wounds tend to heal much faster than those we keep inside; for my master, the shame of being dishonoured in front of his students and the loss of the ones he couldn't protect was more than he could bear. Unable to continue his teachings, he left, hoping time could mend what his heart could not."
Meanwhile as Roshi told the others his story, Daisuke was now running through the forest having decided to conserve what energy remained within her. "Never should have happened. Not to Goku, you'll pay for this. Do you hear me!? You're gonna pay!" she shouted to Goku's murderer as she continued her pursuit.
"It's strange picturing you and the Crane Hermit as friends. What you went through I had no idea," Yamcha said, and Krillin nodded his head.
"Neither did I. The Crane Hermit never spoke of his past, not to us," Tien said and Chiaotzu nodded.
"Something changed in Shen that day, in his eyes I could see it. It was as if goodness itself had betrayed him, whether it was our master's leaving, or the alluring power of evil. Who knows, he snapped. The man I knew, my friend was gone. Another casualty," Roshi said.
"Gee, I had no idea. So what happened next, how did you defeat Piccolo?" Oolong asked.
"I didn't. King Piccolo continued his rampage, covering the land in a sea of fire and ash. Unable to defeat him, I fled."
"You ran!?" Oolong asked. "I would have stood my ground."
"Obviously you've never fought a titan! If flesh and blood were as strong as pride, we would all be invincible!" Roshi shouted at Oolong. "Fortunately I found refuge in the mountains. There I continued my training the best I could. But as the years past I lose hope, and began to feel the weight of my solitude. But one day that hope returned. My mentor had spent his time away strengthening his skills and searching for a way to defeat King Piccolo, which had finally discovered. The move that my master used to defeat King Piccolo was called the Evil Containment Wave, the electronic jar that my master had acquired had been specifically designed to contain hold and contain evil. Piccolo's fate was sealed, but at a heavy price. Using all of his energy, Master Mutaito could not endure the effects of the battle. He gave his life to save others, and in doing so regained his honour. As for Piccolo I obeyed my Master's last command, and threw the jar into the sea. No one has ever seen or heard from King Piccolo since, until today,"
"Oh no, what if Crane Hermit found the jar and opened it again?" Chiaotzu asked.
"No. Shen more than anyone understands the dangers of releasing King Piccolo from his prison," Roshi answered.
"But master, the note and the description of the monster suggests it could be one of Piccolo's minions," Krillin said as Roshi grit his teeth.
"If you're right. Daisuke is in grave danger," he thought.
At the same time, Daisuke burst out of the forest and skidded to a halt in front of a sheer cliff face.
"There's more than just flying to get across. Flying Nimbus!" she shouted into the sky, and the yellow cloud flew down towards her and she jumped on it. Taking off to continue her pursuit of Goku's killer. "There you are!" she exclaimed. "Nimbus, faster hurry. He's right ahead of us!" she told the cloud as it gained speed.
"What will we do if the monsters come back!?" Puar asked frightened.
"This is horrible," Turtle said.
"Even if Piccolo is responsible for this, there's a chance Daisuke won't be able to find him," Tien said.
"Don't bet on it pal. That's why she took Bulma's Dragon Radar," Launch told him.
"What's he after? I understand the Dragonball, but why steal a list of names from the Martial Arts Society?" Roshi asked, perplexed.
"Wait a minute, what's this talk about dragons, radar, balls, what's that got to do with anything?" Tien asked confused.
"Daisuke…what're you getting yourself into?" Roshi asked himself.
High in the sky was a large airship, and inside said airship was King Piccolo sitting on a throne made of bones. He was seven foot four inches tall and was visibly very old. He wore a black robe outfit with his kanji symbol on his chest and a red cape, along with brown light-weight footwear. Beside his throne was the old electric rice cooker used to contain him now open.
"Seven for one wish. I like the sound of that," he said looking at three people in front of him.
One was a blue skinned humanoid wearing blue pants, a black shirt with green sleeves, and a black, red and blue cap with a star on it.
To his right was a short anthropomorphic Shiba-inu dog with ginger or light brown fur covering his entire body, and a tan face and paw. He was wearing a purple hood, a purple kimono with a yellow undershirt underneath, purple hakama pants, a pale blue or white sash, black tabi socks, and straw waraji sandals. And on his back was a wakizashi.
To the blue humanoid creature's left was a fairly tall woman with blue eyes and long black hair with bangs, along with red eye shadow and lipstick. She wore a teal trench coat with a red star insignia on each shoulder, a brown belt with a pistol holster attached to it from the right hip, beige slacks, and brown combat boots.
"It is marvellous for leaders like us only need one wish, to rule the world," the blue skinned creature said, and King Piccolo laughed.
"I don't need magic balls to rule this earth Pilaf. It had fallen at my feet once before," he told the short man.
"Then what do you want?" asked the dog.
"The greatest prize of all: eternal youth. Just think, with eternal youth, I could master time itself. Why would I want to rule this planet for a lifetime, when I could rule it for all time?" King Piccolo asked them.
"Yes I agree. By the way, there's something I'd like to run past you," Pilaf said nervously, and Piccolo glared down at him. "If you recall, it was I who plucked you from the cold sea and freed you from that jar and brought you here to my aerial palace to recuperate in style. Did you get those grapes I sent you, and even briefed you on the Dragonballs, remember?"
"Get to the point Pilaf!" King Piccolo demanded, and Pilaf and his two companions gulped in fear.
"I know you have a busy schedule, but Lord Piccolo when the world does fall under your eternal control…"
"Yes?" King Piccolo asked.
"Well, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I keep say half of it," Pilaf said, and Piccolo frowned. "Wait, I don't need that much space a third would do my just fine. I'm your guy right? Who told you about the tournament?" he asked, and Piccolo growled, frightening Pilaf and his two cronies. "Did I say a third? I meant a quarter, I'm terrible with fractions, anything. A country you don't want, I know of some swamp land!" Pilaf shouted nervously.
"I'll think on it. Now where is Tambourine?" Piccolo demanded.
"Mai!" Pilaf shouted at the woman who nodded and pressed a button on a wall bring down a globe of the earth from the ceiling. It showed the airship's current destination and a blip approaching it.
"Sensors indicate he's heading this way, sir," Mai said, and sure enough Tambourine was flying through the sky towards the airship with the Four Stat Dragonball in his hand and a list of names in the other.
"Here he comes. And soon you'll get to lay your eyes on a Dragonball, what I can't figure out though is why you would want a list of the members of the Martial Arts Society, those people are dull," Pilaf said before he, Mai and Shu, cried out in fright as Piccolo glared at them and then at the Rice Cooker.
"Martial artists, it was one of their ilk that sealed me in that cursed jar, with some trick. The arrogance!" he thought before his eyes glowed and the rice cooker exploded scaring Mai, Pilaf and Shu. "The world's strongest fighters are on that list, they will all be destroyed. All of them!" Piccolo shouted.
"No fighters here!" Pilaf told him nervously.
Back in the arena, Roshi shot up. "I got it!" Roshi shouted back at the arena scaring the others.
"You don't have to yell, we're right here," Oolong complained.
"I know who killed Goku and why they took that list," Roshi said.
"Who?" Tien and Launch asked him.
"It was King Piccolo, somehow he escaped. Knowing it was a fighter who used the Evil Containment Wave to trap him, he stole the list to keep track of his enemies," Roshi answered.
"I get it. With a phonebook of his enemies he can easily track them down," Krillin said.
"So he guards against the wave by killing those who know how to use it," Tien said.
"Exactly," Roshi replied. "If only there were some way to warn Daisuke before it's too late," he thought. Meanwhile Daisuke was on the Flying Nimbus nearing her target and looked at the Dragon Radar.
"Found you!" she shouted flying through the clouds, and found Tambourine flying through the sky. "Now you will pay for what you've done!" she shouted at Goku's killer, but he ignored her causing her to grit her teeth in anger. "I said stop!" she bellowed, and Tambourine stopped flying and just looked back as Daisuke flew over to him.
"You? What do you want human filth?" he asked her disinterested, and Daisuke saw the Dragonball in his hand.
"That ball. Hand it over, now!" she demanded, and Tambourine chuckled.
"Whatever for?"
"It belonged to my best friend. The one you killed!"
"That monkey boy, the one who tried to fight me when he was no match?" Tambourine asked, and Daisuke snarled as she bared her elongated canines and glared at him.
"His name was Goku, he was my best friend and he was one of the strongest warriors ever!" she shouted.
"Ah yes, what a fool. He sacrificed himself for you didn't he?" Tambourine asked, and Daisuke snarled. "He was human, I did him a favour."
"What did you say!?" Daisuke shouted. "Taking his life was a big mistake. Nobody messes with those I care about!"
"One thing I find tolerable about your species is the sounds you make when you die." Tambourine said as he licked his lips, and Daisuke snarled and clenched her fists, causing them to bleed. "What's wrong did I make you cry?" he taunted, and Daisuke kicked at him but he blocked her strike. Landing back on the Nimbus, Daisuke lunged forwards and threw a punch, but Tambouring caught it with the hand he had the list of names in. "Your bodies are soft and fragile, unfit for fighting, but perfect for pain." He pulled Daisuke into the air and kicked her away, causing her to fall through the sky.
Meanwhile back at the arena, Roshi was looking at Goku's lifeless body while the others watched on. "It's as Daisuke said, he sacrificed himself to protect her. His injuries tell as much, but he put up a fight but his opponent was too much."
"How could anyone be strong enough to kill Goku so easily?" Yamcha asked.
"It happens," Roshi answered.
"Goku," Bulma said sadly looking at the ceiling.
Daisuke flipped as she fell through the sky and tried to hover, but only momentarily stopped her decent before continuing to plummet.
"Nimbus!" she shouted, and the flying cloud flew down to Daisuke. Landing on it with a thud, she groaned.
"Darn it, I must have used up all of my energy during my fight with Tien," she grumbled as Tambourine laughed.
"If your muscles were as strong as your talk, this fight wouldn't be so boring," he mocked, and Daisuke frowned as she prepared to attack again.
"Hadoken!" she shouted thrusting her hands forward, and she fired a white sphere of Ki at Tambourine who flew to the side to dodge it but the Hadoken managed to clip his wing and cause a nasty looking burn. The green monster snarled.
"You'll pay for that," he told Daisuke as his tongue shot out and it wrapped around Daisuke's neck. She struggled to breathe as Tambourine brought her up to him, and he punched her in the gut hard before letting her plummet to the earth. The Nimbus followed Daisuke, but Tambourine opened his mouth and fired a red beam of Ki right at the Flying Nimbus, destroying the cloud.
"The Nimbus…no," Daisuke said as she removed the power pole from her back. "I hope this works like Goku said it would. Power Pole Extend!" she shouted, and the pole glowed red as it extended right towards Tambourine. Unfortunately he caught it and yanked it from Daisuke's hands. After throwing it down to her, he then dived down towards her. When Daisuke hit the ground in what looked like a forest, Tambourine dropped down with both knees into her back, making her shout in pain as she was battered and bloodied.
"Unlike other lifeforms, humans are worthless; they don't even make good pets!" Tambourine said as Daisuke grabbed his pant leg.
"You killed Goku…he was my best friend," she weakly said.
"Right, got it," Tambourine said in irritation as he picked her up by her shirt.
"I'll make you suffer for this," she told Tambourine who snarled and kneed her in the stomach. He then proceeded to grab her and threw her into the air before flying up after her. Slamming both his fists down on Daisuke, he sent her plummeting back to the ground and she struck it, unable to get up. Tambourine landed and showed slight shock as he saw Daisuke lift her hand before it dropped to the ground.
"Takes care of that problem," Tambourine said before spitting on Daisuke. He flew off and laughed cruelly. Meanwhile, back at the arena the others were waiting for Daisuke to return, but there was no sign of her.
"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have given her the Dragon Radar," Bulma said.
"Don't blame yourself. Daisuke made her own choices, as did Goku. There are no excuses, it's just fate," Roshi said depressed.
"You sound like you've given up," Bulma told him and the old man looked at her.
"I'm sorry, Daisuke's gone."
"It's not true and shame on you for saying such a thing!" Bulma shouted at him.
"Why do you expect Daisuke to fail, you've seen what she's been able to do," Oolong told Roshi and Puar nodded.
"I agree that there was a chance, but remember that Daisuke is exhausted. Not her body, but her energy. I wouldn't be surprised if she was unable to even fly. Now we have to return to the island. We must bury Goku, the rest can wait," Roshi replied solemnly, and Yamcha and Krillin growled in anger.
"I never thought I could hate a person I've never met before, but this King Piccolo is an animal," Yamcha said.
"Once we're finished with him, he'll wish he stayed in that jar," Krillin said.
"You both are starting to sound like Daisuke, that monster was strong enough to kill Goku. You're both going to get killed too!" Bulma shouted at them.
"The list he took had our names on it Bulma, we're not going to stand around waiting for him to find us," Yamcha informed her, and Krillin nodded. Bulma gasped as she realised Yamcha was right.
"You're right. He's only after those people on the list. I'm safe, no one ever hunts pigs we're cute!" Oolong said in relief.
"No you self-absorbed porker, you'll end up as the main course on his dinner table!" Bulma shouted.
"No one is safe. King Piccolo ambition does not allow for bystanders. Should he gain dominion over our world, all will be lost. What his nightmarish flames don't scorch, his legions will devour," Roshi said. "There will be no quarter, no haven….a complete genocide." This shocked everyone to their bones.
"So this Evil Containment Wave, the move your master used to seal away King Piccolo the last time. Couldn't we use the same move again?" Tien asked Roshi.
"Master Mutaito passed from this world before he could teach it to me," Roshi answered.
"Oh I see," Tien replied.
"Shouldn't this be a job for the police?" the announcer asked.
"Under normal circumstances yes, but local law enforcement is ill equipped to handle this crisis," Roshi answered.
"Then who is?" the announcer asked.
"It's up to us. Tien pointed it out that King Piccolo was defeated before. He's not invincible, if Daisuke comes this way tell her we've gone to Kame Island," Roshi answered, and the announcer nodded. Launch picked up Goku's body which was covered by a sheet and silently cried.
"I took it for granted he'd always be here," she sobbed showing rare emotions beside anger.
"Master Roshi?" Tien asked and Roshi looked at him and Chiaotzu. "We've talked it over, and we'd like to come with you, if's that alright," he said.
"Of course it is. Your assistance is most welcome," Roshi replied.
"This is a Dragonball? It's tiny," said King Piccolo back on Pilaf's airship as Tambourine handed him said item.
"Yes. It is where they said it would be," Tambourine said looking over at Pilaf and his two companions.
"I see. Once I've all seven of these trinkets, eternal youth will be mine, and my full power will be restored and I will once again become invincible!" King Piccolo said.
"I also have the list of names you said to retrieve sir. Apparently this should have an accurate record of fighters over the last ten years," Tambourine told King Piccolo holding out the sheets of paper.
"Place them on the wall," King Piccolo ordered and Tambourine nodded and began to put the pictures on the wall. Tambourine then laughed once he came to Goku's picture.
"You won't be needing this one anymore. I killed him during the mission," he told King Piccolo throwing the picture away and Pilaf, Mai and Shu saw it and they shouted in fright as they recognised him. "And don't bother with this one either, I killed her as well as she tried to avenge the first one's death," Tambourine said throwing Daisuke's picture to the ground. "If she won the last tournament and was this pathetically weak, then sir these pests won't be a problem at all."
"That may be. Or they can still be the same cunning filth that drove back my forces and sealed me in a jar for centuries. We must be extra sure. Hunt them all down, kill them all leave no one alive who could challenge me," he told Tambourine. "Once you've completed that, find me the rest of the Dragonballs and I'll take the world over from there." Tambourine nodded and flew out of the airship.
Later the next day, King Chappa was training several of his students when they surrendered after he proved they weren't going to beat him. "That's all for today," he told them.
"Teach me. I've come for my lesson," Tambourine said as he stood on a window ledge of the temple.
"Who are you?" Chappa asked him.
"King Chappa, is it true that you won the Martial Arts Tournament?" Tambourine asked him.
"Yes. What is it you want with me?" Chappa asked back.
"Die!" Tambourine shouted as he dived towards Chappa and punched him sending him to the ground.
"Challenge accepted," Chappa said getting to his feet and he attacked Tambourine using his eight arms technique. "Fear the Eight Arms!"
"Eight Arms? How boring. Here try a hundred," Tambourine said as his arms became a blur. What looked like a hundred arms shot towards Chappa and hit him, sending him into the wall where he fell to the ground lifeless. Chappa's students then attacked Tambourine attempting to avenge their master's death, but Tambourine dispatched them all easily and left a piece of paper with King Piccolo's symbol on it. He flew off cackling madly, continuing his killing spree.
The end of the chapter
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