DragonBallZ: When Dreams Become Reailty
Chapter 8 written by Noble....
If anyone had ever previously told you that it was absolutely impossible to see hell on earth without proof, then they would be lying. As approximately 300 students, 11 teachers and 7 members of a Special forces group got a first hand glimpse of what hell really looks like, and it was presenting itself, standing in the form of an enraged 13 year old. Making the very school they stood in, it's entire grounds and the local populace that covered the city shake violently before their very feet with his anger alone!
30 minutes ago, a school assembly was held for the students by the headmaster, Victor Torez who was just about to conclude the meeting when 7 terrorists of an organisized faction, stormed the school doors in search of someone important to them and to prove that their actions were justified, killed the headmaster on the spot he stood in with two shots to his chest and cranium. As horrific as it was, they proceeded to take the life of their next target, a girl whose only reason for being their next victim was because of the one they were searching for did not step forward willingly and if he didn't come forward soon...more blood of the innocent would be spilled and the blame would all belong to the one person responsible for bringing the killers here, namely the individual they called Piccolo.
Nioki Hiroshi had never been more scared to death in her entire life, she was about to meet the same untimely fate that claimed the life of a one Victor Torez who met his end at the hands of the group leader and his gun. She prayed to whatever gods that she believed in for someone, anyone to come and save her from this predicament because she didn't want to die...But then again who else didn't want to? Who in their right mind would actually wish for death's icy grip to come and claim them? Perhaps the suicidal or mentally depressed....And the tender 13 year old was neither of the two.
It all looked like it was over the second the gun was fired and Nioki braced herself, tensing her shaking body for a single cold bullet that would easily end her life. But the inevitable never came, there was no feeling of shock on her body, save the tears that now felt sticky on her rosy cheeks. And when she looked up and slowly opened her eyes, someone had indeed answered her prayers and that one man was not going to sit around any longer and watch people around him die in a bloody mess, as they fell one by one to the ground....all because of the cowardice of this Piccolo person. Her saviour was none other than her classmate Noble, stopping the bullet from going anywhere near her forehead by catching it in his now clenched fist.
Shortly after he approached the gunman in question and dropping the bullet that would have ended Nioki Hiroshi's life, he began to question the terroist leader and his motives to holding teachers and students alike who didn't even know or recognise any of them, whoever this Piccolo was that they came searching for, he obviously didn't belong as one of the residents that commuted to these very grounds.....However....
It was shortly revealed to Noble and everyone else listening that Noble was infact the person they called Piccolo and that they had been searching for him for 8 long years. That he belonged to their faction as the end result of bio genetically enginnered experiment named 'Project Piccolo', the entire world's answer to the loss of soldiers who died in wars the world over and the birth of the perfect soldier, the perfect killing machine...
At first Noble (Piccolo) denied each and everyone of their statements, deeming them to be false and untrue as he has no memory of being brought up in their faction, much less trained to kill. He was no killer and he certainly wasn't about to start now when some sadistic madman waltzes right in with his gun totting friends and explains a fantasy of a life that he never experienced even at the earlier stages of his childhood. But this didn't stop the killer while in the middle of his explanation, determined he continued his little tale of what Noble to believed to be little white lies that he could shove so far up his ass that he didn't care what his past was...again however once the leader in command finished his story it slowly dawned on Noble that there was a slim possibility that he was telling the truth...
Noble had always wondered where he came from, why he couldn't remember anything of his parents or even close relatives. And in the end his origin was laid in front of him on a silver platter. The concept of accepting the truth of it all was too sickening and unreal to believe, that he wasn't even human...that he was made of two alien races uncovered by their faction and brought to life in a vat of dna samples mixed into a test tube. What a cruel and harsh reality it is, to discover everything you always wanted to know only to have it bite you back in the ass, a thousand times worse than any form of physical pain that he could face or ever endure.
Enraged by the answers of who or what he really was he lets his base powerlevel sky rocket. Filling the entire assembly with his anguished cries and inner termoil. Scaring everyone on site that was now watching him in fear. The students before were very much afraid of dying at the hands of the terrorists that killed Victor Torez, their head teacher. But now that fear had greatly shifted and grew bigger as they discovered that Noble was potentionally without a doubt more dangerous and deadlier than anyone else within the school walls. They feared for their lives even more when his cries echoed all around them, shaking the very foundation of the school itself, like it would simply collapse on them the minute he shouted a 3rd time. Yes indeed, hell had come to earth and it looks like it would stay for a very long time in the form of a growing 13 year old.
Which brings us to the current point in time. Noble was still shouting out his enraged battle cry and the foundation of the entire school was still indeed standing and shaking from the eruption of his power that everyone could plainly see and disbelieve. But he didn't stop there, his powerlevel continued to rise and grow as he goes through a transformation that even the terroists watching thought to be impossible. They believed that with all the extensive research that they put into studying namekian and saiyan species alike that this new level of strength was possible. What they did know however was that a saiyans strength increases even if he wins or loses a battle and yet the transformation they were witnessing, it was going past and against all logical boundaries as their scouters detecting his powerlevel went right through the roof. One by one, each of the 7 killers there scanned his power until the technilogical marvels of science that created them could hold out no longer, as again one by one, each of their green eye pieces blew up right in their faces, unable to get a fixed reading of such immense power. Leaving only a charred look on their faces.
The last one however to get the final result of his flashy transformation was none other than the leader of their organisation, the one that ended Victor Torez' life and threatened to end Nioki Hiroshi's. As he looks down at the boy in utter disbelief. His mouth slack, his eyes wide with fear as sweat started to drip down slowly off his brow. He can no longer feel any feeling in his legs, they feel as if they were cemented to the wooden floorboards beneath his feet. And as he looks on, he thinks the situation of his mission can't get any worse until their rebellious creation reaches a climax letting out the remainder of his strength and the reading is thrown back right into his face. The scouters final reading lands on 45 million....The boy's anguished cry ending, but not his silent anger that continues to build and build as ferrial growl can be quite clearly heard by anyone near him.
The transformation ends, the flashing of his coal eyes fades and remains to the colour teal. His equally black hair stops flashing in and out of colour as it ends standing tall and spiked, every single strand of his hair golden and flowing. And when the dust settles Noble is no more, standing in his place is their creation and their worst nightmare. The students greatest fear and saviour, the first ever Super Saiyan in history live and in person, standing before them. The look in the eyes of Piccolo is a cold one, harsh and unwavering. Given directly for those responsible for creating him, for those foolish enough to even play god and to bring him into this world. The only thing that would satisfy him now is to see each and everyone of these 7 individuals in unending torment and agony that only he could deliver and that he would make sure would be permanently imprinted on their minds for decades to come.
Standing motionless and battle hardened, the golden aura of his ki surrounds him completely. The ground beneath him slowly ebbing away as the inner termoil he battles threatens to engulf him. He wants to see them in pain, Piccolo wants to snap each and every bone in their bodies and to make sure that not even one of them forgets the torture that he will deliver to them this day and smirking mercilessly he stares at the leader of the terrorist group before breaking the silence that surrounded them all.
"Scared yet?"
His answer is a very satisfying one, as an audible whimper of fear from the commanding leader is quite clearly heard by the entire student body. This sight only causes the smirk on Piccolo's lips to curve upwards arrogantly. He knows that each and every person sitting or standing is clearly petrified of him and smugly he relishes in it, feeling the fear surrounding him compleletly. Never before would he go to such lengths, to act as he was dark messanger of death, Piccolo never acted like that before. He saw no need to nor did he actually approve of the grim feelings of hatred in his very soul...slowly but surely he was forgetting himself, falling pray to new emotions that not once of his young life had he acted out on before. But before didn't matter, this was now....
"You want me so badly? Then we take it outside".
"Not a chance Piccolo, your coming with us now or we waste the -"
"This wasn't a request nor is there any other opotion open to you. If you won't move then I'll have to persuade you and your friends to think otherwise" he answers interrupting.
No sooner had Piccolo finished this threat, was he already flying towards the leader and with a swiftness and grace unmatched he connects throwing his leg deep into his side. The force from the impact already breaking two of his ribs. Two broken ribs for two bullets that ended the life of Victor Torez, but it was not enough, it will never be enough for the loss of one life and angrily he sends the palm of his hand into his chest, following up from his kick, sending the killer flying and right through a window on the far right. Shattering it into several pieces as he continues to fly backwards landing into the dirt and soil of the school field several hundred feet away from the assembly hall.
The remaining special forces groups gasp, a mixture of shock and awe. Piccolo already knows the minute he heard them gasp that they would immediately recover and start firing their weapons at the defenseless teenagers seated below. So he was going to have to make every movement count and get them as far away from the students as possible. But moving fast is what Piccolo does best and before even one round is fired, he is phasing in and out, their line of vision too slow to detect his movements and just as brutally as he knocked aside their leader, he does the same to them. Phasing either beside or behind them, he knocks them flying, putting as much force and anger into his attack as possible, not even caring if he breaks a single bone in their bodies. Within 3 seconds all six of the startled terroists are flying and smashing through windows on impact landing painfully on the school soil, joining their comrade once again.
Groggingly and shakingly they stumble to their feet, the muscles in their bodies betraying them as a few of them collapse again on the hard soil. Never in there entire lives had they felt pain like this, it felt like being runover by a truck and all Piccolo did was land a single punch or kick on each of them. And yet the pain they felt was like feeling mass injures and brusies from at least 15 men, stomping all over them as they tried to get up.
(If you ever go out one night and get kicked and stomped on by assholes while you get up, then you get the picture. Trust me it's very painful as every bone and muscle in your body hurts like hell for at least a week) - Noble.
They had to get to their feet and quick. They didn't need special forces training to guess that one because Piccolo, their clients creation was standing right in front of them 5 feet away, arms folded, his face plastered with that smirk. He didn't look like he was in any hurry to move and with good reason. He was enjoying himself too much to see them squirm. However his prey wasn't going to sit there like easy meat and his standing there couldn't have been a bigger invitation even if Piccolo hinted to it. Already they were aiming with their rocket and grenade launchers, the big guns, and laying waste to the land and their target. Firing in rapid succession until all rounds of ammunition were spent.
Now you may think firing off 50 rounds of rockets and grenades from each of the 7 individuals is a bit overkill if not dangerous to say the least, ammunition of that amount if not greater could possibly descimate one third of huge city and could easily destroy the entire school that they laid waste to previously if they wanted too. But going overkill for these battle hardened killers is definetly not an option when dealing with an individual such as Piccolo. It was their lives on the line and no matter how much ammuntion they had, it didn't matter in the least to any of them if it was wasted. A mission must be completed by whatever means neccessary to these people and failure to perform accurately to detail is not allowed, the punishment for failing however is not wishful or liking either and quite deadly.
5 or 6 minutes pass and smoke and dust fills the entire area, their line of vision hazy now as it seeps into their eyes, blinding them momentarily. But even with squinting their eyes they had to make sure their target was a confirmed kill, no mistakes. Minutes pass shortly after and Piccolo is not a confirmed kill nor is he even harmed. He's still standing in the same place he was rooted to previously and the only thing to show that their rounds had hit him dead on was the uniform that was untouched before was now shredded and ripped, hanging off his muscular frame. He still looked as pissed as ever and that was definetly not a good sign in their case. Angry and frustrated the leader fires off one more round for good measure to discover why their rounds never made contact with solid flesh. The rocket flies directly at Piccolo only to impact on something infront of him and engulf the young warrior and the area around him in flame and once that settles he's looking more angry then ever, standing in place like an immovable object or that of a stature erected within many city centres.
"That blast...I saw it hit you!" he shouts gasping.
"No, you saw it hitting my ki shield. Even the smallest amount of ki can be used to create this technique and it enables the bearer protection from any or all forms of projectiles...Including your fancy weapons....This ends now".
This time it was Piccolo's turn to make a move and make a move he does, but very very quickly. Not even one of the terroists are lucky enough to retaliate as his feet and fists connect violently and painfully to all vital parts of their bodies crippling them. Striking at vital pressure points to the human anatomy and crushing several bones in the process from the slightest impact. Even though he was releasing his full potentional, reluctantly Piccolo was holding back...if not just a little bit. He didn't want to kill them, even though he wanted to with the burning hatred bubbling away inside of him, clouding his judgement and his actions. But like he swore long ago, he was no killer and he only wanted to see them in unending torture no matter how much his blood boiled for the kill. This type of scum that played god deserved no form of mercy and yet he was giving it so he wouldn't turn out like they were....murdering bastards that took no pitty or remorse in their actions. Pain was enough...it would have to surfice for now until he came to terms with what he really was, and Piccolo didn't know how long THAT was going to take to come to terms with.
In the span of 5 minutes, flesh had been battered on, huge bruises were made and bones were broken. Leaving the young warrior as the victor and his victims as nothing more than unconcious and broken puppets sprawled all over the floor. Within the distance sirens could be heard, police no doubt were heading in the immediate vicinty of war and destruction once they heard the explosions from all over the place and from the sound of it several squad cars were approaching fast.
Picking up the terroist leader by the collar he pulls him towards him until they see eye to eye and growling viciously he begins to speak, "Today justice has been served and Victor Torez is avenged and you and your people are in much pain, but for me it is not enough....it will NEVER be enough for what you have done to me. You did the unthinkable and brought me into this world, playing god and not once did you consider your actions to be justified! So when the police arrive and hawl your ass' into jail, I want you to give yourself time to think and justify what you have done. I know your faction will hear of this little incident and will pull a few strings to get you out, infact I'm counting on it, so when you see your boss give him this little message for me;
Tell him, 'Never to step foot anywhere near these grounds or the students ever again AND that once I find out who he is, I will find him and fuck him up and burn his prized organisation to the ground. Because as much as he wants me back in his faction and serve him as the perfect soldier....I will never comply with this order nor kill'....and as for you...if I ever see you or your men ever again...the pain you feel now will feel like a kindness compared to what I will do next time!"
His threat made and his words heard he throws his broken body back to the ground and walks back to the school halls, the overwhelming feeling of dread following with each proud step he makes. The students will fear him now more than ever and possibly hate him altogether, his history and his exposure revealed to them one and all. How was he ever going to last his 5 years in school now with everything, his world and their's turned upside down? There was nothing he could do now but explain himself and to watch and be forever ready for those that sought him out, because Piccolo knew that the client that created him would not leave it as this...not by a long shot!
Author's note: I'm still going on strong with this fic ain't I? Thank you one and all for your reviews people thus far, I am grateful for those kind enough to read and review my fic. It makes this author happy to know my work is actually enjoyed by some. Answering Puppeta's question:
Yes this Piccolo is actually made up of two important Namekian and Saiyan warriors. Can you guess? The DNA samples in my fic actually belong to none other than the SuperNamek Kamiccolo/Piccolo himself and dare I say it? the Saiyan DNA belongs to none other than Vegeta! Those two are my favourite characters really and if you read in earlier chapters you will notice I hinted to how each of the DBZ characters and how they act...examples being, Piccolo and Vegeta always frown and fold their arms over their chest. They always seem so similar to each other...but then at times don't.
As always plz be so kind and read and review my fic. Your comments and suggestions are what I like to hear and if I get any flames, I'll go all Vegeta on your ass' and blast you into the next dimension(lol jk).
In chapter 9? It's a dark day for Piccolo as he struggles with his own personal guilt and fear he feels from the other students and whats with Nioki? Until then keep them reviews coming and I'll start chapter 9 first thing when I return from work tommorrow...later!
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Signed Noble....