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It was a battle of the mind. Two forces were combating for supreme control of one body. Piccolo had felt something like this before, but not to this magnitude. He remembered his sacred fusion with the warrior namek, Nail. He could feel Nail as if he was with him, but standing right behind him. All of his traits had become recessive to Piccolo's now dominant traits.
But this was totally different. This spirit was forcing Piccolo down into the pits of subordination. It was literally telling him what to do.
[Get out of mind.] Piccolo spoke to the inner voice
{You are not in a worthy position to make commands. I am your new conscience and you will obey me. Now relax and allow me to gain 100% efficiency.}
" Never," Piccolo shouted, " Never! Get out of my mind!" Piccolo shouted. He wanted to spit this dark soul out, to vomit it and then step all over it.
{Listen namek. Your resistance in comprehensible. You were not born evil. But you are a tool for evil. Kami was being of the dragon family who split himself in two. His benevolent One would be heir to the throne of the Earth and rule. His malevolent Other was left to be refuse. Your father fought for the evil. On his dying hour he spat you at as Goku defeated him. His last words. ' My son, never let the roots of evil disappear'. I am here to fulfil a legacy and you could very well be the One.}
" Nonsense, poppycock, garbage! Shut up and leave!" Piccolo grabbed his head and screamed. He screamed out to the world. To any who would care for the novel pain of being dominated. The worst kind of fate. His mind, body, and soul compressed against an awesome force that was omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent in his mind.
He realized the he could no longer resist. The more he tried, the more his head ached.
[Gohan, help me.]
* * * *
Gohan stretched out his arms as he walked across the soft, dewy grass. The bathed his muscle which radiated like gold. He was in his training attire. At last it was the weekend and he was itching for a good fight.
Gohan worked at Capsule Corporation until noon. Then taught a class at Orange Star High. His course was Theory of Knowledge where only the brightest students spent their time debating and discussing the events of today with evidence of the past and the enigma of the future.
Trunks, Goten, Piccolo, Pan, his father, Seventeen, it didn't matter.
Well there was an exception; a fight with Vegeta was a spar to the limits. All Gohan wanted was a friendly fight.
[Gohan, help me]
The message ran through him like a lightning bolt.
" Piccolo?" he said aloud to himself. " I'm coming."
Gohan took off to the skies, he searched for Piccolo's power. It wasn't fading, thank Dende, but it was altered. It was as if Piccolo's power was transforming, if his power was a color it would be like it was changing from white to black.
In the general area he sensed Vegeta, Trunks, Goshun, and Ryu. Upon further searching he felt Eighteen's power was dwindling, and Krillin's was nothing, or at least almost nothing.
[Goku, Pan, Goten, Trunks, Vegeta, Tien, Yamcha! What's going on? Check out Piccolo!]
He sent another beacon of energy:
[Vegeta what have you done? You're going the wrong way! Does anyone know what's up? C'mon everybody let's go-Bro that means you now!]
* * * *
It was pure bliss. Covered in white hot passion. Boxed by the saiyin urge to make love. Wrapped with saiyin love.
It was an exile. A haven. He loved every second as he danced upon her.
She purred his name before. Now she was screaming it out. It was time; both were about to reach a climax.
[-Bro that means you now!]
Goten lost his lust immediately and was shot out of the enchantment, brought back to his senses. Bra grabbed his back and sank her nails into his skin, begging him not to stop.
He was teasing her to stop now, right before the omega, the ultimatum of love. Goten new he had to leave now. That what his mind was told him. But his body wanted her body. He had ruined their purest moment but he could continue. He allowed his body to overrule and continued to dance.
* * * *
Krillin awoke. His opened his eyes to see the waves had washed him to shore and had awakened him. He did not see that it was Trunks who saved his life.
His first reaction was to jump for joy. But when he tried his body reeled back in pain. And as the pain sank in, so did the memories.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Krillin hid cowardly in the clouds after sending his wife into the oceans. It was true he knew she would be angry but hadn't anticipated that she would try to kill him.
It was incredibly terrorizing to wait for the expected to come. Sooner or later his wife would emerge and beat the living crap out of him for his cheap shot.
When she didn't come he was scared for her.
When she finally arose he was scared of her.
His eyes linked with her eyes.
That was a perk of true love. He could tap into her soul read her mind and her feelings. But when he searched through her he found nothing but a wall. His eyes contacted with icy blue eyes that said there was no soul behind the eyes.
Almost as if she no longer Eighteen but Android Eighteen once again.
Krillin remembered he had prepared for such an event. He only needed to say a syllable for him to unleash Master Roshi's most powerful move. A move which took Master Roshi fifty years to master. His lips parted ready to exclaim the one syllable. Of course, the kamehameha blast would cruely shover back into the water. And then what would he do? He would flee like he always does. Krillin couldn't help but accept the harsh reality. He brought his cupped hands forward.
In a wicked blur, Eighteen defied the laws of Time and Space and her kneecap connected with Krillin's stomach.
Krillin released the energy. Due to the immense pain it had sloppily slipped out of his possession. This new pain was all that he felt.
It was harder than the time Radditz had kicked him into the Roshi house. Stronger than the kick Nappa delivered to send him crashing into the ground. Faster than the kick Recoome has used to knock him out of commission. More painful then the time Frieza had impaled him.
It was more like the kick Cell had shot at him. He, Krillin, had been the first to touch Cell's body and feel the potential of perfection.
But to add to his pain, his love had done the damage. He couldn't breathe. That's how shocked he was. At least he believed so, he had know idea that a rib had been pressed against his left lung.
He could feel the rush of his insides, and then they spurted out. Red and gooey, the contents spilled into the ocean. Next thing he knew he was captured in a warm energy. It was Eighteen's energy but not one of love but of hatred. Hatred for humans.
*~*~*~*~*
That's the last Krillin could remember. He looked upon his skin to see all the burnt marks. He laid there on the sand not having the energy to talk. He was going to die, he knew it.
* Not today my friend, now is not the time. *
[What?]
* You gave your life once to save my people, you protected me in my greatest time of need, and for your actions. For this, you shall live. *
[Dende?]
A white beam descended from the heaves. It entered Krillin and restored his health and power. He had felt such a thing, the one time on Namek when Guru had exposed his hidden power. He was stronger than before, faster then before, better then before.
Krillin stood and tore off his tattered short.
[Thank you Dende, for saving my life and making my power double fold. For this I am forever grateful.]
* Go now, and stop the evil at hand. *
[What?]
But Dende didn't answer him. He suddenly felt power levels close by. Gohan, Yamcha, Trunks, and Tien. And Piccolo, but it was somewhat different. He sped into that direction.
* * * *
Gohan was close he knew it. And he wasn't getting very much help. He felt Yamcha and Tien following him a few miles behind. And Trunks was close to, to his right. They would intersect at Piccolo.
Gohan stopped in horror to see a city burned to the ground.
[What could have happened here? Who did this? Piccolo answer me!]
He could see Trunks in the distance, he was approaching him and then suddenly darted into the city ruins.
Tien and Yamcha had caught up with him and followed Trunks.
Trunks landed close to Eighteen's body. Her power was still there but decreasing. She could still be saved.
[Dende, why? Marron is gonna be upset. What happened here?]
He knelt down to pick up Eighteen's body when Tien, Yamcha, and Gohan landed.
" Hey Trunks have you see-what in the world happened to her?" Yamcha questioned.
Trunks didn't answer.
Now Gohan spoke, " Trunks, any sign of Piccolo?"
" I'm right here," said the voice which creeped from the shadows.
" Piccolo!" Gohan exclaimed, " You're alright! What happened here? And why did you send the message?"
Piccolo stood emotionless as he levitated and looked down upon Eighteen's body.
" Piccolo?" Tien asked.
Piccolo flew higher into the air. The three stood puzzled.
{Destroy.}
Piccolo delivered his Super Beam Cannon, which crashed into the ground. But seconds before three things happened. Trunks scooped up Eighteen and ran, Yamcha and Tien flew off the ground, Gohan transformed.
His super saiyin defense had left him without damage.
" Piccolo what do you think you are doing?" Gohan roared.
{Tell him.}
" I am fulfilling my final destiny. Destiny cannot be stopped, my only reason for being was for evil. Without it I wouldn't exist." Piccolo spat.
" Fine, if that's how it is going to be you must be stopped." Gohan replied.
" Oh, you can try to stop me, but let give you a little warning: I am unstoppable!"
It was a battle of the mind. Two forces were combating for supreme control of one body. Piccolo had felt something like this before, but not to this magnitude. He remembered his sacred fusion with the warrior namek, Nail. He could feel Nail as if he was with him, but standing right behind him. All of his traits had become recessive to Piccolo's now dominant traits.
But this was totally different. This spirit was forcing Piccolo down into the pits of subordination. It was literally telling him what to do.
[Get out of mind.] Piccolo spoke to the inner voice
{You are not in a worthy position to make commands. I am your new conscience and you will obey me. Now relax and allow me to gain 100% efficiency.}
" Never," Piccolo shouted, " Never! Get out of my mind!" Piccolo shouted. He wanted to spit this dark soul out, to vomit it and then step all over it.
{Listen namek. Your resistance in comprehensible. You were not born evil. But you are a tool for evil. Kami was being of the dragon family who split himself in two. His benevolent One would be heir to the throne of the Earth and rule. His malevolent Other was left to be refuse. Your father fought for the evil. On his dying hour he spat you at as Goku defeated him. His last words. ' My son, never let the roots of evil disappear'. I am here to fulfil a legacy and you could very well be the One.}
" Nonsense, poppycock, garbage! Shut up and leave!" Piccolo grabbed his head and screamed. He screamed out to the world. To any who would care for the novel pain of being dominated. The worst kind of fate. His mind, body, and soul compressed against an awesome force that was omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent in his mind.
He realized the he could no longer resist. The more he tried, the more his head ached.
[Gohan, help me.]
* * * *
Gohan stretched out his arms as he walked across the soft, dewy grass. The bathed his muscle which radiated like gold. He was in his training attire. At last it was the weekend and he was itching for a good fight.
Gohan worked at Capsule Corporation until noon. Then taught a class at Orange Star High. His course was Theory of Knowledge where only the brightest students spent their time debating and discussing the events of today with evidence of the past and the enigma of the future.
Trunks, Goten, Piccolo, Pan, his father, Seventeen, it didn't matter.
Well there was an exception; a fight with Vegeta was a spar to the limits. All Gohan wanted was a friendly fight.
[Gohan, help me]
The message ran through him like a lightning bolt.
" Piccolo?" he said aloud to himself. " I'm coming."
Gohan took off to the skies, he searched for Piccolo's power. It wasn't fading, thank Dende, but it was altered. It was as if Piccolo's power was transforming, if his power was a color it would be like it was changing from white to black.
In the general area he sensed Vegeta, Trunks, Goshun, and Ryu. Upon further searching he felt Eighteen's power was dwindling, and Krillin's was nothing, or at least almost nothing.
[Goku, Pan, Goten, Trunks, Vegeta, Tien, Yamcha! What's going on? Check out Piccolo!]
He sent another beacon of energy:
[Vegeta what have you done? You're going the wrong way! Does anyone know what's up? C'mon everybody let's go-Bro that means you now!]
* * * *
It was pure bliss. Covered in white hot passion. Boxed by the saiyin urge to make love. Wrapped with saiyin love.
It was an exile. A haven. He loved every second as he danced upon her.
She purred his name before. Now she was screaming it out. It was time; both were about to reach a climax.
[-Bro that means you now!]
Goten lost his lust immediately and was shot out of the enchantment, brought back to his senses. Bra grabbed his back and sank her nails into his skin, begging him not to stop.
He was teasing her to stop now, right before the omega, the ultimatum of love. Goten new he had to leave now. That what his mind was told him. But his body wanted her body. He had ruined their purest moment but he could continue. He allowed his body to overrule and continued to dance.
* * * *
Krillin awoke. His opened his eyes to see the waves had washed him to shore and had awakened him. He did not see that it was Trunks who saved his life.
His first reaction was to jump for joy. But when he tried his body reeled back in pain. And as the pain sank in, so did the memories.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Krillin hid cowardly in the clouds after sending his wife into the oceans. It was true he knew she would be angry but hadn't anticipated that she would try to kill him.
It was incredibly terrorizing to wait for the expected to come. Sooner or later his wife would emerge and beat the living crap out of him for his cheap shot.
When she didn't come he was scared for her.
When she finally arose he was scared of her.
His eyes linked with her eyes.
That was a perk of true love. He could tap into her soul read her mind and her feelings. But when he searched through her he found nothing but a wall. His eyes contacted with icy blue eyes that said there was no soul behind the eyes.
Almost as if she no longer Eighteen but Android Eighteen once again.
Krillin remembered he had prepared for such an event. He only needed to say a syllable for him to unleash Master Roshi's most powerful move. A move which took Master Roshi fifty years to master. His lips parted ready to exclaim the one syllable. Of course, the kamehameha blast would cruely shover back into the water. And then what would he do? He would flee like he always does. Krillin couldn't help but accept the harsh reality. He brought his cupped hands forward.
In a wicked blur, Eighteen defied the laws of Time and Space and her kneecap connected with Krillin's stomach.
Krillin released the energy. Due to the immense pain it had sloppily slipped out of his possession. This new pain was all that he felt.
It was harder than the time Radditz had kicked him into the Roshi house. Stronger than the kick Nappa delivered to send him crashing into the ground. Faster than the kick Recoome has used to knock him out of commission. More painful then the time Frieza had impaled him.
It was more like the kick Cell had shot at him. He, Krillin, had been the first to touch Cell's body and feel the potential of perfection.
But to add to his pain, his love had done the damage. He couldn't breathe. That's how shocked he was. At least he believed so, he had know idea that a rib had been pressed against his left lung.
He could feel the rush of his insides, and then they spurted out. Red and gooey, the contents spilled into the ocean. Next thing he knew he was captured in a warm energy. It was Eighteen's energy but not one of love but of hatred. Hatred for humans.
*~*~*~*~*
That's the last Krillin could remember. He looked upon his skin to see all the burnt marks. He laid there on the sand not having the energy to talk. He was going to die, he knew it.
* Not today my friend, now is not the time. *
[What?]
* You gave your life once to save my people, you protected me in my greatest time of need, and for your actions. For this, you shall live. *
[Dende?]
A white beam descended from the heaves. It entered Krillin and restored his health and power. He had felt such a thing, the one time on Namek when Guru had exposed his hidden power. He was stronger than before, faster then before, better then before.
Krillin stood and tore off his tattered short.
[Thank you Dende, for saving my life and making my power double fold. For this I am forever grateful.]
* Go now, and stop the evil at hand. *
[What?]
But Dende didn't answer him. He suddenly felt power levels close by. Gohan, Yamcha, Trunks, and Tien. And Piccolo, but it was somewhat different. He sped into that direction.
* * * *
Gohan was close he knew it. And he wasn't getting very much help. He felt Yamcha and Tien following him a few miles behind. And Trunks was close to, to his right. They would intersect at Piccolo.
Gohan stopped in horror to see a city burned to the ground.
[What could have happened here? Who did this? Piccolo answer me!]
He could see Trunks in the distance, he was approaching him and then suddenly darted into the city ruins.
Tien and Yamcha had caught up with him and followed Trunks.
Trunks landed close to Eighteen's body. Her power was still there but decreasing. She could still be saved.
[Dende, why? Marron is gonna be upset. What happened here?]
He knelt down to pick up Eighteen's body when Tien, Yamcha, and Gohan landed.
" Hey Trunks have you see-what in the world happened to her?" Yamcha questioned.
Trunks didn't answer.
Now Gohan spoke, " Trunks, any sign of Piccolo?"
" I'm right here," said the voice which creeped from the shadows.
" Piccolo!" Gohan exclaimed, " You're alright! What happened here? And why did you send the message?"
Piccolo stood emotionless as he levitated and looked down upon Eighteen's body.
" Piccolo?" Tien asked.
Piccolo flew higher into the air. The three stood puzzled.
{Destroy.}
Piccolo delivered his Super Beam Cannon, which crashed into the ground. But seconds before three things happened. Trunks scooped up Eighteen and ran, Yamcha and Tien flew off the ground, Gohan transformed.
His super saiyin defense had left him without damage.
" Piccolo what do you think you are doing?" Gohan roared.
{Tell him.}
" I am fulfilling my final destiny. Destiny cannot be stopped, my only reason for being was for evil. Without it I wouldn't exist." Piccolo spat.
" Fine, if that's how it is going to be you must be stopped." Gohan replied.
" Oh, you can try to stop me, but let give you a little warning: I am unstoppable!"
