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Chapter 2
Damn, this wasn't good.
#17 and #18 were free with the robotic #16 were free. 'Father, why did you do this!?' thought Trunks wildly as he crashed into the saiya-jin prince after his sword was broken. He watched as the andriods left, scaring Krillan who came down to heal them with senzu beans after they left. He had to admit, he didn't like the monk of the Many Tree Temple too much from what he has seen. He's too scared, brave when needed, but scared all the same.
He watched as his father blasted off into the sky to train to defeat the andriods. He wished he could understand his father's prideful ways, why he doesn't love him. It hurts him to know his father who he idolized, didn't love him.
Piccolo left to Kami's to join with Kami-sama and gain the power needed to defeat the andriods, or thats what Krillan said. While he and Krillan, would go get Goku and bring him to the Turtle hut incase the andriods go to his house. He liked Goku, he might be a bit slow and forgetful but he was a warm-hearted person anyone could go to for comfort. The perfect friend. Trunks sighed as the wind whipped through his hair, and hoped, prayed even, that Goku will save them like his mother said he always could.
Then maybe, he could go back to his world, his home, and defeat the andriods and have the life he was denied. To have something he wanted so badly, love. He wanted someone to love who would love him just as much. He needed it so badly. Somewhere up there, the spirits heard him and sought to answer these pleas for the poor mortal soul.
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Piccolo landed on Kami's lookout with a 'whoosh'. His cape flapping in the wind. They had no choice now, it was either get this friend of Kami's or become one with the old man. That was something he didn't look forward to. Infact, he would rather have Goku's idiocity, wear a pink spandex body suit and bleach his skin, then become one being with the guardian.
"Hello Piccolo-"
"Skip the pleantaries old man, you've been watching haven't you? Get this friend of yours so that I don't have to join with you." Piccolo turns to Kami and folds his arms staring at the old namekian. His opposite and other half, he sneered at Kami.
Kami sighed and walks to the room of spirit and time. He didn't want to call his friend, it was just inviting trouble to come for them. Lots of trouble. He stepped into the room and looked out over the white nothingness. It was a vast room, larger then the world and could make you lose your mind if you stay too long alone here. The ultimate training room.
"Lone spirits," Kami said in a humble tone. "I ask one favor from you. Chikkyuu is in danger and I know of only one person who could help us. Please send my message to Shinigami, the god of death, that we need his help or this world will be destoried."
Even though this is a time chamber, it holds many restless spirits who pass through this folded demention to the next. The spirits are kind and often very nice to have a conversation with but no one knows but Kami, of the spirits that reside here. That is why it is called, 'The Room of Spirit and Time'. But no one questions about the spirit, mainly because they didn't care.
A breeze whipped into the room and hushed voices speak to Kami. He smiled, and whispered "Thankyou" before leaving the room back out onto the lookout.
"Lets go tell Duo, Trowa. I want to see the peace Earth deserves, resting on it again. And maybe, we can help that mortal boy too! The last hope." a voice whispered in the room to another. It sounded soft, melodious, and young. His eyes twinkled with laughter and happiness and also worried for the mortal whose cries even reached their ears.
"Hn, you shouldn't mess with mortal lives anymore. It isn't right for us to do this, what would Wufei and Heero think?" replies the other.
Quatre looked at him, smiling angelishly. "What they don't know, can't hurt them, love." There is a glimpse of a blonde haired boy with ocean blue-green eyes and a boy with long bangs and one green eye showing before the room is empty again.
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Kami steps out of the room and leans on his staff, watching Piccolo. His other half.
"Well old man? Where's this friend of yours?" said Piccolo.
"He should be here in 3...2....1.." he was cut off when a black blur glomped him.
"Greeny! Whats up my man? I heard you needed some help and you know me, I'll always help you out cuz, you and me man, we go way back and.."The cheerful god, known as Shinigami, stated before the gruff voice of Piccolo interupted him.
"THIS is your friend?! This child who is barely out of puberty?"
He stops glomping Kami-sama and stands there folding his arms. "I'm not a CHILD, Demon King." Shinigami's voice was no longer cheerful, infact it sounded harsh and old and unloved. The voice of death. The voice even angels and his own kind, demons, run from in terrior. "I am far older then any gods living now, so speak not to me of appearences." His eyes were no longer sparkling like an innocent teenager, but they were dull,unloved,lonely, old.
Suddenly he smiles cheerfully and like a mask, the old voice and sadness cracks away and the sparkle returns to his eyes. "So P-chan, I'll help if I can but I can't do too much to anyone without a body."
"Don't call me P-chan!" Piccolo says angrily and gives Shinigami a cold glare.
"Ok Pickle-chan." The cheerful god replies not fazed in the slightest from the glare he was receiving.
Kami clears his throat to get the attention of the two people. "Alright, Shinigami I have gotten promission from Emma-sama to grant you a body for a purpose like this," he pauses, as if unsure if its a good idea. "You can become mortal to help in the fight."
Shinigami stares at Kami-sama for a moment. "Mor-tal..? YES!!! Oh yeah! Mortal life! I'd kill for this-wait, I do kill. I'm death." He grins sheepishly playing with the end of his braid, sweatdropping. Piccolo turns, surprized at Kami-sama.
"Are you nuts old man?! Making the god of death mortal!? He would burn up his body with that kind of power."
"ExCUSE me! This is an A-B conversation, Pickle-chan. So C your way out of it! Besides I can handle it, I'm not a complete moron 'ya know. And your not gonna take away the only chance of mortality I can get, so bug off."
"Hmph." Piccolo ignores the both of them and leaves them alone for a while.
Shinigami turns to Kami-sama with the cutest puppy-dog face in the universe. "Can I have my body now?"Kami sighed. He just knew he would regret this later. Call it Godly-intuision.
He placed his hand above Shinigami's forehead and chanted under his breath. Suddenly his form glowed and the glow went down his arm onto Shinigami and there's a burst of blinding light. When it clears, the once immortal god of death, in long black robes that are velvet to the touch; swaying to the wind, the wings no longer there. His long bangs blowing in the wind and his violet eyes closed as if enjoying the feel of the wind again, the smell of the air and the sounds of life.
"Shinigami--"
"Duo." He opens his eyes and grins at Kami-sama and Piccolo. "My mortal name is Duo! Duo Maxwell at your service! I run, I hide, but I never tell a lie!"
"I have no time to babysit. If you want to fight then hurry up." gruffly Piccol speaks from over at the edge of the lookout. Even from that distance you could hear his voice.
"Yeah whatever Pickle-chan." Duo said with a smirk.
"Don't call me Pickle-chan you braided baka!" Growls Piccolo as he leaves.
"Hai, hai! Wait up P-chan!!" He runs and jumps off the lookout. Powering up just enough to fly and follows Piccolo.
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A figure finishes his meal and the clothes drop to the ground. He smirks devilishly and laughs evily as the sun glinted off his black-spotted, green skin. 'The andriods will be mine! Soon..Soon I will become complete and I'll defeat Son Goku.' he thought.