But he didn't care. Piccolo would fight, and if he must, he would die with honor.
"Okay you yellow freak, prepare to die," screamed Piccolo. Him and Yemeth met with a huge elbow in mid-air. Electricity began to crackle between their forearms; energy was erupting from both of them. Then Yemeth laughed.
"You actually think you can match up to me?"
Yemeth broke the hold, whirled, and planted a roundhouse kick to Piccolo's face. It seemed as if the world has frozen. Piccolo's face turned at a strange angle and seconds later his body followed. He flew off into the distance, totally helpless. Yemeth turned around to face Mirai Trunks, who planted a fist in his face. Yemeth was unfazed as the fist sunk in through his "flesh." Mirai Trunks could tell he was smiling though he didn't have a face.
Yemeth took Mirai Trunks's hand and effectively snapped it like a twig. A look of horror appeared on the grown man's face, and he had to hold back screaming like a little girl.
Everything was silent. The wind blew through the air, ruffling Trunks's purple hair, as he had reverted back to his normal form. Yemeth tossed Mirai Trunks to the ground and prepared to fly away.
But he did not see his last challenger. In front of him, in a blur of gold and white, Chibi Trunks had his knee in the stomach of Yemeth. Yemeth doubled over in pain, not showing it but evidently having a hard time comprehending the blow.
"Enough of you aliens. All you do is hurt and destroy. What do you want here?" asked Chibi Trunks. Yemeth looked up at him.
** FLASHBACK **
We were a peaceful planet. No one bothered us. Most of us never even knew that we had other forms, form that we could fight with. We stayed in our blob-like states and never had to fight. We never wanted to fight.
A planet very similar to Earth is shown. The colors are bright and outward, much purple, green, and red. The blob-like creatures float around, in a normal hustle bustle way of life.
But one day, the light shone in the sky. Bremeth, Gremeth, Blemeth, Remeth, and I were leaving for a trip to a nearby planet, Talitan, that day, and were the only ones to escape the planet. As we looked down from space, we saw five pods floating there. And a man stepped out. We could see his beige skin and features just like you. His name, Recoome. He shot a blast and destroyed our planet and everything near it. And he laughed. The least he could do.
Was laugh.
A scene of a giant red planet hit with a large blue beam. A shockwave is sent through it and it explodes into a huge ball of fire. In seconds, it is erased from the universe, with an entire race gone with it.
And that was the end of the Muk-jin. Similar to some other race, but I am not sure of what they are called… Anyhow, Recoome looked just like you. We didn't get a great look of him, but we could tell he was in the Ginyu Squad, just like all of you. And you will pay for what you have done.
** END FLASHBACK **
"You are an idiot," said Trunks, without hesitating. "Recoome was part of the Ginyu, but we are the Saiya-jins. We are the race that was destroyed as well. We can change to Super Saiya-jins. The Ginyu could never do that!"
"How can you make up so many lies, what is wrong with you?!" screamed Yemeth. He fired a blast at Chibi Trunks's head. He ducked the blast and grabbed Yemeth's hand. He threw him down to the ground and fired two spiraling green discs after him. Yemeth hit and both blasts did not. Yemeth suddenly appeared behind Chibi Trunks's with both green discs in his hands. He slammed both of them into the young Saiya-jins back, causing them to sear the skin and make him scream with pain.
Trunks was taken aback.
"You have no weakness," he observed aloud. Yemeth nodded.
"Give up now, weak earthling. You stand no chance against me, even in your strange long haired form."
"I will save my planet!"
Chibi Trunks screamed in rage and locked up in a barrage of punches and kicks with Yemeth. They seemed almost even, and rose higher in the air as each punch was matched and then thrown by the other warrior. When it seemed to not end, the Muk-jin pulled out. Chibi Trunks rushed at him and the alien blurred out of the way. He appeared behind Chibi Trunks, and cackled. A slight chop to the neck knocked Chibi Trunks out effectively and he fell to the ground with Mirai Trunks and Piccolo.
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Gohan lay on the ground, panting. His father was beside him; he was defenseless to fight. He looked up to the sky with his teeth bared and repeatedly tried to transform. He just couldn't bring himself to.
The sky had begun to darken. This alien takeover had taken over a day, and didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Goku knew the sun was fading, and a new light would rise to try to take it's place. But the moon could never replace the sun's brightness. The moon seemed as if it was a temporary replacement for the sun. Did it ever have a true purpose?
What was Goku talking about? He seemed to be going mad. Maybe it was the inevitability that this may be the end of Earth as he had known it. He thought with all his mind, but could not think of a plan to end the terrible reign of the Muk-jins. It was hopeless.
He looked over to Gohan…he was struggling to get up, but he could see that there was not much fight left in him. Goku couldn't let his son get demolished like this. It was hard enough when he watched Cell beat the living daylights out of him. Goku couldn't let it happen again.
He looked up for guidance. The moon was full.
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The trees were nothing. They were a blur, and the branches swayed like a skinny pubescent boy as the Saiya-jin prince left his presence behind him.
Vegeta wished he could hurry up. The rest of the Z-Senshi were definitely having trouble with the Muk-jins, and Vegeta knew he must lend his hand to help. He did not like any of them in particular, but if this planet was destroyed, he knew he would go with it. And that wasn't going to happen.
He knew he could use the dragon balls to wish him to the spot of the battle, but a strange feeling told Vegeta he would need the two wishes more than ever soon enough. They were going to be important ones.
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Yamcha had always been there with Krillin and Tien. They had been the three humans that could never stand up to the Saiya-jins, or even Piccolo, but they had always tried to keep up. Tien had always been strongest. Especially with his coveted Shin Kikoho attack, Tien was unstoppable against anyone below the power of Piccolo.
But that had never been enough for anyone. Tien, along with Yamcha and Krillin, could never make contributions to the fight, especially after the bouts on Namek. By the time to the Androids came around, they became useless warriors, just standing around almost pretending they had any kind of role in anything.
Krillin knew that now was the time he could change that. But Tien was so strong--
Another blast knocked Krillin yards away, his face rubbing into the ground. He was going through a fit of anger, but had no time to unleash his rage on Tien. Like a coward, Tien would not let Krillin get up, and just kept pummeling him with the Shin Kikoho. Each blast of the Shin Kikoho drained Tien, but hurt Krillin even more. He was almost driven into the ground with the next blast.
Krillin jumped up to avoid the next one. He knew he could not last much longer. Another Kikoho blast blazed by him, searing his shirt. Tien laughed.
"Krillin, you stand absolutely no chance! You are weak and pathetic! Just join me and we can rule this future together!"
Tien didn't see Krillin right hand behind his back, slowly charging the Kienzan. The small disc began to spin in his hand, but it was far from ready.
Tien fired another Kikoho blast at Krillin, and with only one hand, Krillin was forced to take the blow. His face cringed as the white energy overtook him and put him through extreme pain. The golden Kienzan in his hand shimmered as if it would fade, but with all his strength, Krillin kept it alive.
"What're you hiding their Krillin?"
Tien flew at Krillin and pummeled him with left and right hands to the face. Each time, Krillin took the hit like a man and still hid the Kienzan from Tien.
"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?!" yelled Tien. He tried to peek around Krillin, but the short warrior cleverly shadowed his moves, not showing Tien his final attack.
Tien screamed.
The Kienzan was ready.
Tien grabbed Krillin's hand and pulled it out to reveal the huge golden disc. All three of his eyes widened more than they ever have and Krillin managed to bring out a smile. The Kienzan that Krillin was holding was forced through Tien's body by…you guessed it…Tien. He screamed in shock at the mistake he had made. The Kienzan flew right through Tien and it flew off into the distance. Tien's bottom half dropped to the ground with a thud. He looked at Krillin and he winced. Blood began to spill from his mouth. Krillin slowly led him to the ground and laid him down. He was trying to say something.
"K-Krillin. I am sorry," said Tien, choking and gasping for breath.
"But why, Tien? Why kill Yamcha and control the future as you have? WHY?!" said Krillin, the tears beginning to flow. The tears also flowed from Tien.
"He m-made me."
"Who made you?"
"He made me do this. I was too weak to resist. I have paid my debts."
"But who?"
Tien pulled Krillin close and whispered into his ear. Krillin gasped and backed away slowly.
"It isn't true," Krillin tried to protest.
"But it is Krillin. Do not fear the truth."
With those words, Tien died, leaving Krillin as the bearer of his secret, one that could change the world forever.