Dragonball: The Chill Saga
Chapter 13: In the Aftermath
Upon the destruction of half the planet, billions of people died. Perhaps the only
good thing to come out of Chill's savage attack, was that Pilaf was one of them. When he
died, his power over the Earth vanished, and everyone went back to normal. Of course, that
could do them little good now that their planet was dying.
***
Gohan woke up to pain. He could vaguely remember what had happened. Pilaf had managed
to take control, and he was sent to kill his own father. He lost, luckily.
Gohan tried to stand up, and managed to on very shakey legs. Then he noticed some-
thing wrong. It seemed the entire planet was distantly rumbling. He looked up to see the sky
dark. But he was sure it was still late afternoon. Something was wrong. But in his state, he
couldn't do much about it. He needed healing. With a flash, he blasted off towards Kami's
palace.
***
Piccolo, was in much better condition than his former student. As soon as he got
control of himself again, he looked around. The planet...it was dying. He could feel it. And
now, he could try and prevent it.
He was about to blast off, when he heard a voice. It was cryptic, and inside his
head. He had never heard it before, and yet it was familiar. And the person it was comming
from was close. He landed in the deserted streets of a city, and looked around. There was no
movement he could see. Then the voice again. It was saying something, but he didn't know what.
Piccolo ran through the streets, determined to find the person who was talking to him, and
he did, when he turned a corner. It was something he couldn't have expected. "...Father?"
Piccolo had never seen his father. During his last seconds, the old tyrant had sent
Piccolo off in an egg, hoping he would one day finish Goku. No, he hadn't seen his father
before, but he knew him instantly.
"Yes, son," The older Namek said in a soothing voice. "I have returned."
Piccolo turned away. "I know why you're here. You want me to help me in your mad
quest to rule the world. I'm sorry to say that I've come a long way from the confused infant
you created so long ago."
"Yes. I can see that now." Piccolo Daimao said disaprovingly. "I'm sad that my own
son could not live up to what I expected him to." Piccolo was silent.
"But just think! If we worked together, we could dominate Goku and all his puny little
friends! I'm not quite as weak as you may think. I havn't wasted my time in the afterlife.
I've been training, for the day I would make my triumphant return. And it has happened! Now,
all I need is your hand, and we can be together in an all powerfull union! Father and son.
It is perfect!"
Piccolo scoffed at this. "I'm ashamed your even my father. You're mad plans will
never work. And you won't convince me to help you."
"Oh, my son...I'm so sorry you feel that way. I had thought better of you."
"I'm not out to impress you." Piccolo sneered.
"Well, I can't complete my goals without you, son." Piccolo Daimao said sadly. "And
so, you see why you don't have a choice in the matter." He looked deep into his son's eyes.
Piccolo didn't know what was being said. Until it was too late. Could it be that his
father had learned how to hypnotise people? To take control of their minds? He tried to turn
away, but found himself locked in a gaze with his mad father.
"Son..." Piccolo Daimao said quietly. "Son, give me your hand...."
Piccolo didn't want to. He couldn't. He mustn't! But...he no longer had any will of
his own. He streached out his hand, and conected with his fathers. Piccolo Daimao smiled.
***
After Chill's attack, he decided to move on. The Earth would die, but he had time.
Right now, he wanted to go down to the part of the planet that was intact, and kill it's
pathetic inhabitants one at a time. It would be the perfect way of exacting his revenge to
the fullest.
***
By the time Goku and Vegeta made it to where they had sensed Chill, he was long gone.
"He's on the move." Vegeta said.
"Then we'll just have to catch him." Goku said determindly.
The two warriors blasted off in the direction of Chill.
***
When Gohan realised what had happened to Dende, he was more than concerned. Dende
was completely motionless, eyes wide; he was in a comatose state. And he didn't look like he
was going to recover soon. If he recovered.
"What am I going to do now?" Gohan asked himself exasperated. He was almost out of
breath from the fly up here. He was in serious need of healing.
"If you wish to aid your friends on Earth, perhaps Karin has some sensu beans avail-
able." Mr.Popo offered. Gohan's mood got a little bit better.
"All right, thanks Mr.Popo. I hope Dende will be all right, but for now I have to
aid my father. I can sense a power unlike any before." Mr.Popo nodded, and with that, Gohan
left.
***
"He's close by." Vegeta said grimly. The two warriors had arrived on the streets of
a large metropolitan city. There were bodies everywhere. Chill must have decided to finish
off Earth's inhabitants in a more personal fashion. Goku said nothing.
Suddenly, there was a small blip in the back of their minds. Chill was very close
now. Without a word, the two blasted through the city, in search of the evil tyrant.
***
"Number 58." Chill said to himself satisfied. He was wipeing the blood off his hands.
These humans were more fun to kill than he had thought. "All of this is for you, Father."
he said softly, loking to the sky. The city was a wreak, there were fires running rampant,
bodies everywhere, and the sky was pure black. A few lights had provided some illumination,
but everything was dim, nonetheless.
Then Chill felt something. A power. Two powers actually, and they were coming his
way. In fact, they were right--
"Chill!" Vegeta shouted angrily. Chill looked at him, more surprised than anything.
"I'd thought that I killed you." Chill said conversationaly. "Or did you escape from
hell just to be killed again?"
"No, I've come back from hell for you." Vegeta said menacingly. Goku said nothing,
just looking into Chill's cold, uncaring eyes. His anger intensified. All the bodies lying
in the streets. Blood and fire everywhere!
"Well, if you plan on attacking me, you might as well, though I warn you that I've
become stronger than you might--"
"YAAAH!" Vegeta yelled, blasting towards Chill with a fist going straight towards
the maniacs head. Chill caught it without a second thought, and smiled.
Suddenly, Chill vanished. Vegeta was startled long enough to be kicked painfully in
the back, and to be propelled into a nearby skyscraper which collapsed on him.
"As I was saying, I'm stronger now than you might think. I have the power of two
mighty super Saiya-jins, coupled with my own! I am now stronger than anything in this whole
universe!"
"Maybe." Goku said, speaking for the first time, and powering up to Super Saiya-jin.
"We'll have to see, won't we?"
The rubble that was now on top of Vegeta was blasted away, as the warrior emerged,
also a Super Saiya-jin. And he was not happy.
"Well, this is where the fun begins." Chill said happily. The battle comenced.
***
"All right!" Gohan said, upon eating a Senzu Bean, "Thanks Karin. I feel much better
now. But I can't stay. I've got to help my friends!" Gohan blasted off. Karin thought what
Gohan said was a bit obvious, though...oh well.
Gohan flew swiftly through the air, towards the ki of his fathers, Vegeta's, and of
the unknown persons one. Then he came to a stop. There was something coming for him. And it
was a ki he knew all too well. "Piccolo?"
It had to be Piccolo. There was just no mistaking it. And yet...this was different.
It was stronger than usual. Perhaps doubled, even. But there was something about it. Some-
thing...evil?
Soon Piccolo came into view, and arrived a few feet from Gohan. Gohan said nothing,
but prepared for the worst. Piccolo looked a little different. His features were a bit gruff
and he seemed older. And he had discarded his normal white turban and cape. He looked battle
ready.
"Ah, Gohan. Nice to see you again, my pupil." Piccolo said devilishly.
"You're not Piccolo." Gohan said. "What's happened to you?"
"Ah, the most wonderous thing yet. Father and son have fused into one! Together we
are more than unbeatable, and we can crush you and son-Goku, and anyone who stands in our
way! Ors hould I say, my way?"
"You mean Piccolo Daimao has fused with his son?" Gohan said, realising the horrid
truth. Piccolo nodded in agreement.
"Now, It's been a long time since I've fought, but I think I can handle myself. Come
on, now. I need some warming up."
The two warriors began to fight.
Chapter 13: In the Aftermath
Upon the destruction of half the planet, billions of people died. Perhaps the only
good thing to come out of Chill's savage attack, was that Pilaf was one of them. When he
died, his power over the Earth vanished, and everyone went back to normal. Of course, that
could do them little good now that their planet was dying.
***
Gohan woke up to pain. He could vaguely remember what had happened. Pilaf had managed
to take control, and he was sent to kill his own father. He lost, luckily.
Gohan tried to stand up, and managed to on very shakey legs. Then he noticed some-
thing wrong. It seemed the entire planet was distantly rumbling. He looked up to see the sky
dark. But he was sure it was still late afternoon. Something was wrong. But in his state, he
couldn't do much about it. He needed healing. With a flash, he blasted off towards Kami's
palace.
***
Piccolo, was in much better condition than his former student. As soon as he got
control of himself again, he looked around. The planet...it was dying. He could feel it. And
now, he could try and prevent it.
He was about to blast off, when he heard a voice. It was cryptic, and inside his
head. He had never heard it before, and yet it was familiar. And the person it was comming
from was close. He landed in the deserted streets of a city, and looked around. There was no
movement he could see. Then the voice again. It was saying something, but he didn't know what.
Piccolo ran through the streets, determined to find the person who was talking to him, and
he did, when he turned a corner. It was something he couldn't have expected. "...Father?"
Piccolo had never seen his father. During his last seconds, the old tyrant had sent
Piccolo off in an egg, hoping he would one day finish Goku. No, he hadn't seen his father
before, but he knew him instantly.
"Yes, son," The older Namek said in a soothing voice. "I have returned."
Piccolo turned away. "I know why you're here. You want me to help me in your mad
quest to rule the world. I'm sorry to say that I've come a long way from the confused infant
you created so long ago."
"Yes. I can see that now." Piccolo Daimao said disaprovingly. "I'm sad that my own
son could not live up to what I expected him to." Piccolo was silent.
"But just think! If we worked together, we could dominate Goku and all his puny little
friends! I'm not quite as weak as you may think. I havn't wasted my time in the afterlife.
I've been training, for the day I would make my triumphant return. And it has happened! Now,
all I need is your hand, and we can be together in an all powerfull union! Father and son.
It is perfect!"
Piccolo scoffed at this. "I'm ashamed your even my father. You're mad plans will
never work. And you won't convince me to help you."
"Oh, my son...I'm so sorry you feel that way. I had thought better of you."
"I'm not out to impress you." Piccolo sneered.
"Well, I can't complete my goals without you, son." Piccolo Daimao said sadly. "And
so, you see why you don't have a choice in the matter." He looked deep into his son's eyes.
Piccolo didn't know what was being said. Until it was too late. Could it be that his
father had learned how to hypnotise people? To take control of their minds? He tried to turn
away, but found himself locked in a gaze with his mad father.
"Son..." Piccolo Daimao said quietly. "Son, give me your hand...."
Piccolo didn't want to. He couldn't. He mustn't! But...he no longer had any will of
his own. He streached out his hand, and conected with his fathers. Piccolo Daimao smiled.
***
After Chill's attack, he decided to move on. The Earth would die, but he had time.
Right now, he wanted to go down to the part of the planet that was intact, and kill it's
pathetic inhabitants one at a time. It would be the perfect way of exacting his revenge to
the fullest.
***
By the time Goku and Vegeta made it to where they had sensed Chill, he was long gone.
"He's on the move." Vegeta said.
"Then we'll just have to catch him." Goku said determindly.
The two warriors blasted off in the direction of Chill.
***
When Gohan realised what had happened to Dende, he was more than concerned. Dende
was completely motionless, eyes wide; he was in a comatose state. And he didn't look like he
was going to recover soon. If he recovered.
"What am I going to do now?" Gohan asked himself exasperated. He was almost out of
breath from the fly up here. He was in serious need of healing.
"If you wish to aid your friends on Earth, perhaps Karin has some sensu beans avail-
able." Mr.Popo offered. Gohan's mood got a little bit better.
"All right, thanks Mr.Popo. I hope Dende will be all right, but for now I have to
aid my father. I can sense a power unlike any before." Mr.Popo nodded, and with that, Gohan
left.
***
"He's close by." Vegeta said grimly. The two warriors had arrived on the streets of
a large metropolitan city. There were bodies everywhere. Chill must have decided to finish
off Earth's inhabitants in a more personal fashion. Goku said nothing.
Suddenly, there was a small blip in the back of their minds. Chill was very close
now. Without a word, the two blasted through the city, in search of the evil tyrant.
***
"Number 58." Chill said to himself satisfied. He was wipeing the blood off his hands.
These humans were more fun to kill than he had thought. "All of this is for you, Father."
he said softly, loking to the sky. The city was a wreak, there were fires running rampant,
bodies everywhere, and the sky was pure black. A few lights had provided some illumination,
but everything was dim, nonetheless.
Then Chill felt something. A power. Two powers actually, and they were coming his
way. In fact, they were right--
"Chill!" Vegeta shouted angrily. Chill looked at him, more surprised than anything.
"I'd thought that I killed you." Chill said conversationaly. "Or did you escape from
hell just to be killed again?"
"No, I've come back from hell for you." Vegeta said menacingly. Goku said nothing,
just looking into Chill's cold, uncaring eyes. His anger intensified. All the bodies lying
in the streets. Blood and fire everywhere!
"Well, if you plan on attacking me, you might as well, though I warn you that I've
become stronger than you might--"
"YAAAH!" Vegeta yelled, blasting towards Chill with a fist going straight towards
the maniacs head. Chill caught it without a second thought, and smiled.
Suddenly, Chill vanished. Vegeta was startled long enough to be kicked painfully in
the back, and to be propelled into a nearby skyscraper which collapsed on him.
"As I was saying, I'm stronger now than you might think. I have the power of two
mighty super Saiya-jins, coupled with my own! I am now stronger than anything in this whole
universe!"
"Maybe." Goku said, speaking for the first time, and powering up to Super Saiya-jin.
"We'll have to see, won't we?"
The rubble that was now on top of Vegeta was blasted away, as the warrior emerged,
also a Super Saiya-jin. And he was not happy.
"Well, this is where the fun begins." Chill said happily. The battle comenced.
***
"All right!" Gohan said, upon eating a Senzu Bean, "Thanks Karin. I feel much better
now. But I can't stay. I've got to help my friends!" Gohan blasted off. Karin thought what
Gohan said was a bit obvious, though...oh well.
Gohan flew swiftly through the air, towards the ki of his fathers, Vegeta's, and of
the unknown persons one. Then he came to a stop. There was something coming for him. And it
was a ki he knew all too well. "Piccolo?"
It had to be Piccolo. There was just no mistaking it. And yet...this was different.
It was stronger than usual. Perhaps doubled, even. But there was something about it. Some-
thing...evil?
Soon Piccolo came into view, and arrived a few feet from Gohan. Gohan said nothing,
but prepared for the worst. Piccolo looked a little different. His features were a bit gruff
and he seemed older. And he had discarded his normal white turban and cape. He looked battle
ready.
"Ah, Gohan. Nice to see you again, my pupil." Piccolo said devilishly.
"You're not Piccolo." Gohan said. "What's happened to you?"
"Ah, the most wonderous thing yet. Father and son have fused into one! Together we
are more than unbeatable, and we can crush you and son-Goku, and anyone who stands in our
way! Ors hould I say, my way?"
"You mean Piccolo Daimao has fused with his son?" Gohan said, realising the horrid
truth. Piccolo nodded in agreement.
"Now, It's been a long time since I've fought, but I think I can handle myself. Come
on, now. I need some warming up."
The two warriors began to fight.