DragonBallZ: When Dreams Become Reality
Chapter 13 written by Noble....
Terror, the very name self explanatory just like chaos and destruction. Many millions the world over know exactly what terror is and have witnessed it up close and personal. Terror and destruction, the worst combination to grip a human heart with fear, causing ever fibre of your being to stand still, rooted into the spot you stand into, unable to move. Fear causes this as the vice it holds on your heart continues to remain gripped tightly, squeezing harder until you can no longer feel the air in your lungs. Taking the very air you need to breathe, to survive. Why of all times was this happening now? School life was returning to normal as it ever could be and now this?
The first lesson of school was getting underway, History for some, maths for others but for Piccolo and Nioki, boring ol' english. It's times like these that Piccolo actually wished for a kill joy, something exciting to spruse up his day. It's times like this that the age old expression pops in as a firm reminder to things that you should never ask for, 'be careful for what you wish for, you just might get it'.
Piccolo got it, just like everyone else in the school walls heard it as a projectile was fired and came crashing through the school walls with a massive explosion, tearing apart floor boards, walls and windows alike. It was a message or rather a call out, meant only for Piccolo as students and teachers alike huddle under tables, clutching each other out of fear and desperation. The young namek and saiyan hybreed is the only one standing, his face etched with a grim scowl, one of many that Piccolo has worn time and time again. Even the anger in his eyes is apparant, glowing brightly as his eyes shifted from black to teal, the early signs of the anger, the rage of emotion that would force him to transform into a 'Super Saiyan'. But he couldn't transform here....the students would fear him again, evidently even more than the waiting mob of unknown killers outside. Not only would the transformation scare the students once more but it might just tear the school walls down, he couldn't risk putting their lives in jeopardy again, not this time. This time it was his problem and his alone...
It was his fault for everything happening now, he had lured another faction of some sort. They wanted him and it was obvious their intentions were not good, it was revenge pure and simple.
"Piccolo?" whispered Nioki, daring to peer out from under the table.
"STAY here...nobody move and nobody leave the room, this is my fight" he answers growling, small sparks of electricty flowing all over his body.
Grabbing his turban and weighted cape he quickly puts on his training gi and clenches and unclenches his fists, ready to fight. He was going to make sure that this would end quickly and very painfully for whoever it was, if a single drop of innocent blood was spilled by that explosion then they would all have to pay for it with a gallon of blood from each of their bodies. He didn't care how many there were, numbers didn't matter to him. He could take on the entire planet single handedly and come out without even the slightest scratch, after all...he was created to this world's most perfect soldier. None could ever compare to him.
It doesn't take him long before he's out of the classroom and school door, smashing it aside as he runs outside powering up immediately into his Super Saiyan. His minds eye searching for ki much higher than the usual ones he feels inside the school grounds and suprisingly there is one ki that he's all to familiar with, lurking around the corner on the school fields...where the last battle took place...no mistake about it...that bastard was back for round two and after two years in hiding.
(I thought the police threw him in jail? Feh...well he's going to regret coming back here and messing with my school) he thinks angrily, eager to get into some stomping some heads.
"YOU!"
"Well, well, well. It's about time you showed up Piccolo! Miss me?" answers the leader in question.
A feral growl is his reponse as his fists are tightening angrily, causing blood to seep through. The past had once again returned to bite the young warrior in the ass and again it came in the form of a physcotic terroist who Piccolo thought was long behind bars for the next 100 years for every concievable crime possible known to federal law. And yet he was here...smirking from ear to ear, seemingly but obviously gloating as if pride was all consuming.
"You are going to pay for coming back here! What do you want with me?!" he shouts spitefully, pointing.
"Oh it's not so simple as what I want Piccolo. It's more along the lines of what my client wants and now the choices are not so simple for you or me anymore".
"What do you mean?" he questions, eyes squinting.
"I'll make it this simple for you my boy. You either come with us and work for our client or you die, simple enough?" the leader answers smiling grimly again.
"Those were the same ultimatums you gave me the first time you tried to take me back to your faction and I gave you and those other punks the answer when I kicked your sorry ass' all over the very fields you stand on. My answer is still 'No' and nothing you can do or say will make me say otherwise".
"Confident are we and yet you still refuse the requests of your creator? Pity....it looks like were going to have to do this the hard way".
"There is only one hard way and that's getting stomped on by yours truly. You don't honestly think you can beat me when your weapons are more than useless against me, plus you and your new followers are so weak I doubt I'll even break a sweat scragging your butts all over the floor".
"Actually, for once I must agree with you on that subject Piccolo. Indeed you could easily beat the living hell out of me and my troops without putting any effort it into it. But unfortunetly for you my young soldier, the outcome this time...will be different".
The young saiyan and namekian hybreeds response to the Terroist leader's boast is pure comedy in itself then it is a threat. The now unsupressed laughter of Piccolo rings loud and true in the ears of the 25 heavily armed killers. Each one questioningly looks to another eyebrow raised. Baffled at the young teenager's outburst, most people would scream in fear when confronted by men as heavily armed as they were. So why wasn't he scared and why was he laughing like what their leader said, who was still smirking arrogantly as ever, at something that to him was so funny?
"Your full of it. Last time you and your 6 lackys threw everything you had at me, and some and the only thing you destroyed was my clothing. So what makes you think the outcome would be any different this time?" retorts Piccolo, his laughter subsided to a small chuckle.
"This!" growls the leader firing one rocket launcher round at the young warriors chest. The round hits dead on and a small explosion follows ripping apart the school uniform once again, like the epic battle 2 years ago on these very same grounds. Looks like he may actually have to get himself a job once this is over and done with, he thinks. There was no way he was going to get replacement clothing a second time for free, once is lucky enough but the second time comes out of your pocket and sadly Piccolo's very thin wallet.
"I see you don't learn from your mistakes do you?" sighs Piccolo boredly, dusting himself off.
"Oh I learned from our previous battle some years back and what knowledge we have of you is sufficent enough to make you return to the fold".
"Yeah, whatever. Are you actually listening? Your making all the same mistakes like last time. One round is NOT going to kill me and neither is every round of ammunition that you have in your arsenal. Face it, your done!"
"Not quite" he retorts arguing but slyly looking behind him.
The sound of a gun being cocked behind him is clearly picked up by his highly sensitive namekian hearing, a ki so low that he hardly noticed it before or that he cared not too. The ki signature however was familiar, belonging to one he thought had dissappeared long ago but it seems like all bad things, they eventually come back if you don't get rid of them entirely. Like nightmares, old enemies, debt problems and so forth. It was things like that, that people in general considered to be problems were infact the bad things that keep coming back to haunt you.
But what was he worrying for anyway? He was this worlds most perfect killing machine, or supposedly. No one on god's green earth could harm him, let alone touch him with those pitiful weapons they call guns. He could just as easily turn around so fast and smack the enemy in the gut before he could even pull the trigger. Heck why even do that? All he had to do was raise his ki shield and the man behind him could do nothing but fire at some invisible forcefield of energy. Predictable...his foe was so easy to read.
However something in the situation changed drastically. The trigger was pulled and what followed after was this weird hissing sound. An energy blast of some sort was fired and even though he had his ki shield up and that he was in his Super Saiyan form, Piccolo felt it penetrate right through it, hitting him square in his back.
Pain, unbelievable pain. Unlike any he had ever felt before. Dropping to his knees and clutching his sides he could feel it flow all over him, burning every cell in his body. The scent of burning flesh filling his nostrils, sickening him. And with it a strange feeling of tiredness, like he was slowly being drained of his life's energy. Clenching his teeth and wincing hard in long gasps he shakingly looks up towards the leader, sweat pouring down his face.
"Hurts doesn't it?" he asks smirking grimly.
"W-what have you...you done to me?"
"I'll take that as a 'yes'. Simply put Piccolo we do infact learn from our past failures when in battle and used that knowledge of our first encounter against you. You see, we knew you would go Super Saiyan to scare us or to maybe even end this fight as quickly as possible, so this time we came prepared. The very weapon we used is a new prototype model which drains the energy of any or all beings with saiyan and namekian DNA and since you have both in you the result is very satisfying for us, but ultimately very painful for you".
"Your...trying to kill me?" the young warrior answers still in much pain.
"Actually no. My client doesn't want you dead, but if you wouldn't join us he didn't want you to interfere with our plans with all that enormous power you have. Putting it bluntly, this little device cancels all saiyan and namekian DNA and kills them off, or shutting them down as we say. It took us 2 years to match it to your exact powerlevel and blood type and with you going Super? Well it worked all the better. You, my former 'Project Piccolo' are nothing more than an average human being capable of feeling pain just like everyone else on this little mudball of a planet".
"H-human?! NO!"
"Yes! Deny the truth as much as you want to, but really you can't can you? All those years in training are now fruitless as you are now not even 1/4 of your maximum. Our scouters show this and even after you lost all your precious power, the weakness you feel now is even more proof that your just as vulnerable as the other half pints in that school of yours. Look at you! You can't even look at me without shaking, you can't even form a single ki blast to hurt anyone! I doubt you can even stand on your own two feet!!"
"I'll get you, y-your gonna pay for this!" he growls shakingly trying to stand on his feet.
"Not just yet Piccolo, you see I haven't even shown you our newest member, or shall I say your betrayer! C-074 remove your mask please".
If Piccolo wasn't feeling any more defeated than he already was before, he was certainly feeling it now. Those eyes, that grin....that snotty aura of arrogance. No doubt about it, revenge is sweet for those who are giving pain and not recieving it.
"S-simon?!" gasped the youth.
"Yes Simon. Our newest member to the faction. You see we discovered him in the hosptial where YOU put him after you knocked him out with one blow. A very low blow I might add. It didn't take our sources long to find out that you were responsible for injuring him. Infact, you could say Simon here is responsible for us finding you in the first place. When our client visited him that day, Simon explained everything. Said that you moved too quickly to be even human. That's all my boss needed to hear. And thus he sent us to retrieve you, in where we underestimated you that day and failed. Once my client got me out of prison, well you could say Simon by that time had already joined the faction as my replacement, he hated you so much that he stated and I quote, 'I will even kill to get back at that freak who humilated me'. Touching eh?"
"....Bastard"
"Quite true. But needless to say Simon here showed great promise within becoming a member of our organization and it turns out we were correct to think so. He and I have waited 2 long years just for this very moment Piccolo, for our chance at revenge and let me tell you my little friend, that it was worth the wait! Now enough of the lecture, gentlemen? It's time for some fun!"
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"Nioki? What do you think is happening? I don't hear any explosions or screaming. Do you think Piccolo beat them?" questions Alisa, her best friend worridly.
"I don't know. But something feels wrong. I don't know how to explain it but it's Piccolo, he's in pain, I can feel it" answers Nioki bowing her head.
"Oh come off it girl! You and I know nothing can hurt him, right? Right?!"
"I....hope so".
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(Pain, so much pain. The injuries I felt before felt like a kindness compared to this. Their punches and their kicks, I can actually feel them connecting to my jaw and stomach. I try to get up and fight back but.....I feel so slow, so tired. Even when I try to stand I keep getting knocked back down, feeling their heavy boots caving into my head and stomach harder everytime. It takes all the will power I have not to cry out in pain, to acknowledge that they are infact hurting me. But I can't stop it, my cries and pain ring loud in their ears and when they hear it they hit me even harder. I can feel warm blood pouring down my face, all over me. I've never seen so much of my own blood before on me. My body fails me, it goes against the commands I give it to get up and fight but I ache so much. Every fibre of me is bruised, bloody or cut and it hurts so much to move).
"How do you like that Piccolo?! How do YOU LIKE THAT!"
(I can hardly even hear the voices of the terroists anymore. My vision is all cloudy and my hearing is muffled, distant. But I know that it's Simon who is throwing every punch and kick into me, even more than his boss or the others. I want so badly to roar out my anger, my pain, hoping that I will find some strength to fight back. But again I get nothing and my body fails me and before I know it, the whole world around me goes black and I'm out cold. I don't even know if I'm still being beaten to within in an inch of my life. The only thing that hurts me more than this unbelievable amount of pain is the guilt I feel for failing to protect the school, to protect Nioki. Even if I was still concious I couldn't do a thing to stop them now, I feel so helpless....Nioki....I'm sorry).
Author's note: Dark times ahead for our young hero and it seems that his role as this worlds protector is over or is it? Just how low will the rebel faction go to hurt Piccolo even further? And is the school and Nioki safe? Check out ch 14 when it comes out to find out these answers, it'll be up sometime this week so keep those eyes peeled! Be a responsible reader and please review my fic, your comments and suggestions are what matter the most to me and I'd like to hear what the people think. So review or send an email to: Noblekaleomnislash1@hotmail.com
signed Noble.....