Celestial World
Prologue
It may be sensible, reasonable…but not forgivable. Living in the Celestial world is like living in a molten rock, it's nothing but pain. Escaping these grasps are hard, with the edge of the world being made up of walls of continuously burning walls of blackness, like fire…no light has ever made it through the walls at the end of the world, so why should anything else have? It seems there has been a few visitors here and there, dropping in unexpectedly…while there's the demons who wait for them. Let's be frank here shall we; don't touch the little floating light! If you want to get here, be sure you know what your doing…the ground is like putty, the sky is like acid rain, the black walls like lava…the trees like cactus's, the animals are clawing hungry beasts…I've been here all of my life…I can not get out, there is no way to get out when your in the Celestial world…no pity for you, no pity for me…mercy is a word that doesn't exist in this world…do not come here, I am trapped, you will be too…there's no way out of the Black Fiery Walls of the Celestial World…once your trapped, there's no way out…you have your own one way pass… to Hell.
"The dream…savior…but who? Why am I here? What is this world…who am I? What am I? Who can tell me? This world…so dark…it hurts…the pain is too great…what brought me here…I do not remember…who were my parents? Why can't I remember my own real name? My own world? Is this my own world? No, it is not…I would not have been born in a world like this, no man nor god would allow it…yet these violent creatures that stalk the endless night and pray on me were born here…they are demons, disgusting creatures put on this world by Akuma… our king, our ruler…Satan as he's also known as…the Demon King is ready for any visitors…. Woe be to those who come here! If you are not ready, do not allow your body to be engulfed! This raging world is deadly! It will eat you alive…I just hope I can escape…"
Chapter 1
The floating light
The air filled with the yells and fury of another training basis. Punches and attacks sear through the air as the three trained diligently, and one watcher, a Sayjin too proud to train with those he thought not worthy, or at least said weren't worth of his time and effort. Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo trained hour in and hour out. They all decided they needed to get out, and training was the best for you and your powers. It was a hot misty day, Gohan finally getting away from his studies decided to train with his father and best friend and mentor. The bright, golden, yellow and orange lined summer sun beat hard down on the warriors. Vegeta watched impatiently his arms crossed while his fingers drummed his upper arm. He had not wanted to come, but the woman made him, for quality time or something baka like that. Piccolo struck out with his green sweaty arm to hit a hard chest, and then be hit under the legs with a cheap trip kick. Piccolo flipped over and gained vision of his attacker, it was Goku. Goku, his once enemy, but now his friend and ally… funny how things worked out. Gohan, the son of Goku and Piccolo's first friend and student had improved since the first time he took him to train. Now he was training one on two with Goku and himself, and matching with ease. It was in his blood though. Goku had always been sought up as a complete blockhead; Piccolo himself had thought that, but soon got backhanded for it, Goku became one of the smartest fighters he had come to know. Piccolo was proud to fight next to such great men and warriors. Goku blocked as Gohan tried a fury of attacks on him. So Piccolo took his chance grabbing Goku around the waist, flipping over and head slamming him into the ground. Dust flew into the air sticking onto Piccolos sweat damp arms and body. He rose higher into the air getting ready for Goku who would come after him in a matter of seconds he suspected. As thought, yellow light blew through the dust and broke out as a figure raced up at Piccolo. Moving with great speed unseen Piccolo maneuvered out of the way and flew back to be attacked behind by Gohan who dropped kicked him making Piccolo plummet into a mouth full of rock. It wasn't much for the warrior, a few hits like that was nothing to the Namek, who's body and heart had been made hard and strong through time…it would take a lot more than that to penetrate him. The sun began to sink slightly behind the horizon that began to shine bright, pastel colors that was a poem to the eyes. Piccolo wiped away sweat and blood from his upper left eye ridge and watched a moment as Goku and Gohan exchanged hit and faults. A small annoyed 'humph' came from behind Piccolo. But no worry penetrated his mind; he knew that annoyance could only be one, Vegeta. Piccolo had been disgusted with the Sayjin for a long time, years perhaps. He hadn't trusted him at the least, but now in a way he considered the warrior an ally and companion, if maybe a friend. Still even after all they had gone through, and the changes Vegeta went through Piccolo did not fully trust the Sayjin Royal, who ended up to be more of a royal pain in the neck than anything. He might be different, but as Piccolo knew too well himself, evil desires and thoughts still lingered in his heart, soul and mind, something neither of them could ever get rid of completely. Piccolo turned his eyes to look at the man whose face was hard and a bit frustrated. Hard was his expression to explain, but Piccolo knew it all to well.
"What's wrong Namek, they too much for you?" Vegeta taunted. Piccolo glared hard at Vegeta.
"I'm training and not just standing around doing nothing." Piccolo said as if pointing a finger at Vegeta for some how being lazy. Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"I prefer to train alone, this is a waste of time." He repealed in a raspy voice. Obviously he didn't like what Piccolo had just said; Piccolo, however, could care less if he did or didn't like something. Piccolo kept a straight face and turned away from Vegeta. Goku and Gohan his aite's (Opponents) began to wear down and slow the pace as they came to a stop for a rest. The sun had almost been totally swallowed by the horizon. Gohan lean down over his knees taking deep breaths as he regained his right of breathing. Goku placed his hands on his back and leaned side to side then back to stretch out any kinks. Piccolo slipped on his turban and cape, his cape blew gingerly in the wind as he walked towards Goku and Gohan to stop a foot away. Vegeta walked arms crossed behind Piccolo.
"Hoh, that was refreshing! Huh, guys? We should really do this more often." Goku said cheerfully, looking over at Vegeta.
"Next time maybe you'll train with us too Vegeta." He said. Vegeta looked his way in a casual way, grunted then looked away. Goku gave a quick look of disappointment then cheered up again.
"Oh No! We're late for Dinner! Mom's going to kill us!" Gohan exclaimed looking over at the newly noticed darkening sky. Goku got a small distressed look on his face.
"I doubt she'll kill you." Piccolo said in a hidden sarcastically way. Goku looked his way.
"I don't know about that Piccolo—" Goku suddenly stopped and looked up, his eyes got curious and he pointed with his eyes in a direction to the south.
"What's that?" He said curiously. Piccolo and the rest of the bunch looked in the direction of Goku's stare to see a swaying like white light. It darted here and there, moving closer.
"Maybe it's a fairy, Kakkorot." Vegeta said sarcastically. Goku, however, didn't seem to notice his sarcasm.
"Really! You think so!" He exclaimed. Vegeta gave him a 'oh Kami' look.
"No. There's no such thing as fairy's you imbecile baka." He said harshly. Goku blinked once and turned back to the light.
"I've read about fairy's in story books dad, they don't glow white like that." Gohan spoke up. Piccolo started to feel uncomfortable.
"Whatever it is, it's annoying me. It's not important, so lets go." Piccolo said, his arms crossed over his powerful chest, his cape ruffled in the evening breeze.
"I'm with the Namek on this. You've wasted enough of my time already, so leave the damn floating light alone and lets go now!" Vegeta ordered. Gohan looked back at them, his eyes urging almost.
"Are you sure we should leave? I mean its not everyday you see something like this…what if its dangerous?" Gohan said point fully. Piccolo stared at him.
"Its not dangerous! We leave now! —KAKKOROT!" Vegeta yelled as Goku watched as the light floated in front of him. His eyes weren't so curious, but serious. He seemed to be thinking about what Gohan said. He reached out as the light stopped in front of him; it seemed to almost be beckoning him to touch it. Piccolo narrowed his eyes.
"Be careful Goku. Gohan's right, it could be something we'll regret getting into later." Piccolo said as Goku's outstretched fingers linger an inch from the light. Goku nodded looking over at Piccolo.
"Enough of this foolishness! It's a freaking light! It doesn't seem at all 'dangerous' to me. It could be some baka firefly for all we know!" Vegeta said his nerves wearing thin. The teenage Gohan looked to Vegeta. Just then a huge gush of wind ran through the air. Agonizing screams of pain erected from the on going rushing air, of which the fighters covered their face so not to get dust in their eyes. Piccolo growled and watched as the already darkness got even deeper black, as if a thick blanket of darkness had been lain in front of their faces.
"WHATS HAPPENING?" His voice trailed out as a burning sensation came over the gang, and they fell deep into nothingness.
~_*Hey! So whatcha think? Huh, Huh, Huh? Is it any good? I hope so. I haven't written in a while so I hope I didn't get rusty! Even though I'm not my sister (Nikki I LOVE PICCOLO) I hope you liked it anyway. I might not have as much talent, but I enjoy it! So review. And don't flame please…not pointing fingers…because it scares the Piccolos in my head! *_~
Prologue
It may be sensible, reasonable…but not forgivable. Living in the Celestial world is like living in a molten rock, it's nothing but pain. Escaping these grasps are hard, with the edge of the world being made up of walls of continuously burning walls of blackness, like fire…no light has ever made it through the walls at the end of the world, so why should anything else have? It seems there has been a few visitors here and there, dropping in unexpectedly…while there's the demons who wait for them. Let's be frank here shall we; don't touch the little floating light! If you want to get here, be sure you know what your doing…the ground is like putty, the sky is like acid rain, the black walls like lava…the trees like cactus's, the animals are clawing hungry beasts…I've been here all of my life…I can not get out, there is no way to get out when your in the Celestial world…no pity for you, no pity for me…mercy is a word that doesn't exist in this world…do not come here, I am trapped, you will be too…there's no way out of the Black Fiery Walls of the Celestial World…once your trapped, there's no way out…you have your own one way pass… to Hell.
"The dream…savior…but who? Why am I here? What is this world…who am I? What am I? Who can tell me? This world…so dark…it hurts…the pain is too great…what brought me here…I do not remember…who were my parents? Why can't I remember my own real name? My own world? Is this my own world? No, it is not…I would not have been born in a world like this, no man nor god would allow it…yet these violent creatures that stalk the endless night and pray on me were born here…they are demons, disgusting creatures put on this world by Akuma… our king, our ruler…Satan as he's also known as…the Demon King is ready for any visitors…. Woe be to those who come here! If you are not ready, do not allow your body to be engulfed! This raging world is deadly! It will eat you alive…I just hope I can escape…"
Chapter 1
The floating light
The air filled with the yells and fury of another training basis. Punches and attacks sear through the air as the three trained diligently, and one watcher, a Sayjin too proud to train with those he thought not worthy, or at least said weren't worth of his time and effort. Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo trained hour in and hour out. They all decided they needed to get out, and training was the best for you and your powers. It was a hot misty day, Gohan finally getting away from his studies decided to train with his father and best friend and mentor. The bright, golden, yellow and orange lined summer sun beat hard down on the warriors. Vegeta watched impatiently his arms crossed while his fingers drummed his upper arm. He had not wanted to come, but the woman made him, for quality time or something baka like that. Piccolo struck out with his green sweaty arm to hit a hard chest, and then be hit under the legs with a cheap trip kick. Piccolo flipped over and gained vision of his attacker, it was Goku. Goku, his once enemy, but now his friend and ally… funny how things worked out. Gohan, the son of Goku and Piccolo's first friend and student had improved since the first time he took him to train. Now he was training one on two with Goku and himself, and matching with ease. It was in his blood though. Goku had always been sought up as a complete blockhead; Piccolo himself had thought that, but soon got backhanded for it, Goku became one of the smartest fighters he had come to know. Piccolo was proud to fight next to such great men and warriors. Goku blocked as Gohan tried a fury of attacks on him. So Piccolo took his chance grabbing Goku around the waist, flipping over and head slamming him into the ground. Dust flew into the air sticking onto Piccolos sweat damp arms and body. He rose higher into the air getting ready for Goku who would come after him in a matter of seconds he suspected. As thought, yellow light blew through the dust and broke out as a figure raced up at Piccolo. Moving with great speed unseen Piccolo maneuvered out of the way and flew back to be attacked behind by Gohan who dropped kicked him making Piccolo plummet into a mouth full of rock. It wasn't much for the warrior, a few hits like that was nothing to the Namek, who's body and heart had been made hard and strong through time…it would take a lot more than that to penetrate him. The sun began to sink slightly behind the horizon that began to shine bright, pastel colors that was a poem to the eyes. Piccolo wiped away sweat and blood from his upper left eye ridge and watched a moment as Goku and Gohan exchanged hit and faults. A small annoyed 'humph' came from behind Piccolo. But no worry penetrated his mind; he knew that annoyance could only be one, Vegeta. Piccolo had been disgusted with the Sayjin for a long time, years perhaps. He hadn't trusted him at the least, but now in a way he considered the warrior an ally and companion, if maybe a friend. Still even after all they had gone through, and the changes Vegeta went through Piccolo did not fully trust the Sayjin Royal, who ended up to be more of a royal pain in the neck than anything. He might be different, but as Piccolo knew too well himself, evil desires and thoughts still lingered in his heart, soul and mind, something neither of them could ever get rid of completely. Piccolo turned his eyes to look at the man whose face was hard and a bit frustrated. Hard was his expression to explain, but Piccolo knew it all to well.
"What's wrong Namek, they too much for you?" Vegeta taunted. Piccolo glared hard at Vegeta.
"I'm training and not just standing around doing nothing." Piccolo said as if pointing a finger at Vegeta for some how being lazy. Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"I prefer to train alone, this is a waste of time." He repealed in a raspy voice. Obviously he didn't like what Piccolo had just said; Piccolo, however, could care less if he did or didn't like something. Piccolo kept a straight face and turned away from Vegeta. Goku and Gohan his aite's (Opponents) began to wear down and slow the pace as they came to a stop for a rest. The sun had almost been totally swallowed by the horizon. Gohan lean down over his knees taking deep breaths as he regained his right of breathing. Goku placed his hands on his back and leaned side to side then back to stretch out any kinks. Piccolo slipped on his turban and cape, his cape blew gingerly in the wind as he walked towards Goku and Gohan to stop a foot away. Vegeta walked arms crossed behind Piccolo.
"Hoh, that was refreshing! Huh, guys? We should really do this more often." Goku said cheerfully, looking over at Vegeta.
"Next time maybe you'll train with us too Vegeta." He said. Vegeta looked his way in a casual way, grunted then looked away. Goku gave a quick look of disappointment then cheered up again.
"Oh No! We're late for Dinner! Mom's going to kill us!" Gohan exclaimed looking over at the newly noticed darkening sky. Goku got a small distressed look on his face.
"I doubt she'll kill you." Piccolo said in a hidden sarcastically way. Goku looked his way.
"I don't know about that Piccolo—" Goku suddenly stopped and looked up, his eyes got curious and he pointed with his eyes in a direction to the south.
"What's that?" He said curiously. Piccolo and the rest of the bunch looked in the direction of Goku's stare to see a swaying like white light. It darted here and there, moving closer.
"Maybe it's a fairy, Kakkorot." Vegeta said sarcastically. Goku, however, didn't seem to notice his sarcasm.
"Really! You think so!" He exclaimed. Vegeta gave him a 'oh Kami' look.
"No. There's no such thing as fairy's you imbecile baka." He said harshly. Goku blinked once and turned back to the light.
"I've read about fairy's in story books dad, they don't glow white like that." Gohan spoke up. Piccolo started to feel uncomfortable.
"Whatever it is, it's annoying me. It's not important, so lets go." Piccolo said, his arms crossed over his powerful chest, his cape ruffled in the evening breeze.
"I'm with the Namek on this. You've wasted enough of my time already, so leave the damn floating light alone and lets go now!" Vegeta ordered. Gohan looked back at them, his eyes urging almost.
"Are you sure we should leave? I mean its not everyday you see something like this…what if its dangerous?" Gohan said point fully. Piccolo stared at him.
"Its not dangerous! We leave now! —KAKKOROT!" Vegeta yelled as Goku watched as the light floated in front of him. His eyes weren't so curious, but serious. He seemed to be thinking about what Gohan said. He reached out as the light stopped in front of him; it seemed to almost be beckoning him to touch it. Piccolo narrowed his eyes.
"Be careful Goku. Gohan's right, it could be something we'll regret getting into later." Piccolo said as Goku's outstretched fingers linger an inch from the light. Goku nodded looking over at Piccolo.
"Enough of this foolishness! It's a freaking light! It doesn't seem at all 'dangerous' to me. It could be some baka firefly for all we know!" Vegeta said his nerves wearing thin. The teenage Gohan looked to Vegeta. Just then a huge gush of wind ran through the air. Agonizing screams of pain erected from the on going rushing air, of which the fighters covered their face so not to get dust in their eyes. Piccolo growled and watched as the already darkness got even deeper black, as if a thick blanket of darkness had been lain in front of their faces.
"WHATS HAPPENING?" His voice trailed out as a burning sensation came over the gang, and they fell deep into nothingness.
~_*Hey! So whatcha think? Huh, Huh, Huh? Is it any good? I hope so. I haven't written in a while so I hope I didn't get rusty! Even though I'm not my sister (Nikki I LOVE PICCOLO) I hope you liked it anyway. I might not have as much talent, but I enjoy it! So review. And don't flame please…not pointing fingers…because it scares the Piccolos in my head! *_~