Authors Note: This chapter is shorter then the others but I feel it
advances the plot well. Notice the foreshadowing.
4
The Rebirth of Evil
The Serent Northern mountain range, 1000 miles north of Capsule Corp, is a tranquil and deserted place; and it is also one of the most dangerous places in the world. It's monstrous mountains and jagged cliffs made it impossible for civilization to cultivate. Its strong and erratic winds make air traffic almost impossible to fly through here.
No one dared ventured up here. There wasn't any reason for the humans to risk death traveling these mountains, and that's the way that the lone Namekian liked it. Piccolo sat in his cross-legged meditation stance on top of one of these mountains. Deep in thought and mental discipline, not even the high winds of the approaching storm could disturb him.
"Hmmmmmm…..Hmmmmmmm…..," said Piccolo in his mind. "I must make my mind like a clean slate; my aura as pure as the fallen snow on these mountains. Concentrate you can do this."
He slowly lifted off the ground as his energy began to increase. The winds began to pickup and blow Piccolo's cape. He clenched his eyes closed and strained his mind.
Slowly the ground beneath him began to shake, the electricity began to shake from his body.
The mountain beneath him began to slowly shake apart into jagged rocks. Thousands and thousands of car sized rocks shook away from the mountain. These rocks did not plummet to the ground but hung in mid air, surrounded by a white aura.
"There, I am almost there," said Piccolo.
The rocks now began to rise over Piccolo's head. It was a cloud of stones, threatening to fall at any second if his concentration were broken. Piccolo now bent his head in total concentration as a vein began to protrude from it. The wind was now roaring as the cloud of rocks slowly formed into a ball in the sky.
"I did it. I finally managed to, huh, what the hell was that," cried Piccolo. The rock sphere began to shake apart, as his concentration was broken. "Oh no."
The rocks began to fall towards the earth, and Piccolo was right in their path.
"Shit I got to deal with this first," said Piccolo. He shot down towards the ground and put his hands forward. "Ma-sen-ka," screamed Piccolo as he threw his hands behind his head then brought them forward. "Blast." A huge beam of energy shot skyward. The beam cut through the rocks like a knife through butter. All the rocks were incinerated in seconds.
"Damn it, I almost had it," said Piccolo. He had almost completed the technique of controlling his telekinetic powers. This would have led to a whole new level of techniques that not even Goku has mastered.
"There is someone out there, not to far I'd say 60 miles from here. I think its Vegita, but it's not the same energy feeling that I have felt from him before," said Piccolo to himself. "He is transformed and is moving very fast. Something is up I better go check this out."
With that said, Piccolo blasts off into the air and powers up his aura and heads towards the direction Vegita was flying in.
"I sense a dark presence in Vegita, this is not good, I had better be ready to fight him," said Piccolo. "This could be a problem for the Earth."
Trunks stood in his room. His head was cut from his dad's attack, but he didn't care. His dad was gone, and never coming back. It was his fault somehow; his existence has hurt his father and driven him away. His hair turned from a bright purple to a dark soaked red.
"I can't just let him go like this," said Trunks to himself. " I have to help him."
Trunks walked over to his closet and opened it. Inside the closet were various articles of clothing and training gear. Trunks selected a black Gi for himself, put on a black belt and his orange boots.
Trunks ran towards the back of the building, to the rear exit. He was about to key the pad to open the door.
"Where do you think you are going," said an angry tone?
Trunks turned around and there was his mother looking very upset at him.
"I am going to get dad back," said Trunks.
"Trunks, didn't you hear what Vegita said before he left," said Bulma? "He said he would kill you if he saw you again."
:"I know its just I can't just let him disappear forever without knowing why he stopped loving me," said Trunks. Tears began to roll down Bulma's face. She knew that Trunks was as stubborn as his father and she could probably do nothing to stop him.
"Trunks, your father has been hurt really badly. Not the physical hurt but his soul has been torn to shreds," said Bulma. " He has gone back to his old evil ways. When I first met your father he was going to destroy the earth. He had this evilness inside of him, I thought it died when you were born but now its back and it scares me because he is a lot stronger now then when he lost it. You don't know what he is like when he is evil. If you go out there now, he will not listen to you he will just pound you until you die."
"I know what I am doing," said Trunks. "I am a Super Saiyan too. I can take care of myself. I will bring him back to us." Trunks opened the door and stepped out into the rain.
"TRUNKS," screamed Bulma running after him. "I can't stop you but let me say this. Do not let your guard down for a second. Vegita is not the strongest fighter on the planet but I would say that he is the smartest. Don't let your emotions get in the way. With Vegita in this state of mind, if you let them get in the way he will use them to kill you."
"I will be careful, and thanks mom," said Trunks. He hugged her and walked out to the middle of the yard. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and transformed into a Super Saiyan. Trunks lifted off the ground and turned back to his mom. "I will bring him back to us, even if it kills me," said Trunks and he turned around and took off into the sky and shot out of sight.
"That's what I am afraid of," said Bulma. She went back into the house and picked up the phone to call for help.
4
The Rebirth of Evil
The Serent Northern mountain range, 1000 miles north of Capsule Corp, is a tranquil and deserted place; and it is also one of the most dangerous places in the world. It's monstrous mountains and jagged cliffs made it impossible for civilization to cultivate. Its strong and erratic winds make air traffic almost impossible to fly through here.
No one dared ventured up here. There wasn't any reason for the humans to risk death traveling these mountains, and that's the way that the lone Namekian liked it. Piccolo sat in his cross-legged meditation stance on top of one of these mountains. Deep in thought and mental discipline, not even the high winds of the approaching storm could disturb him.
"Hmmmmmm…..Hmmmmmmm…..," said Piccolo in his mind. "I must make my mind like a clean slate; my aura as pure as the fallen snow on these mountains. Concentrate you can do this."
He slowly lifted off the ground as his energy began to increase. The winds began to pickup and blow Piccolo's cape. He clenched his eyes closed and strained his mind.
Slowly the ground beneath him began to shake, the electricity began to shake from his body.
The mountain beneath him began to slowly shake apart into jagged rocks. Thousands and thousands of car sized rocks shook away from the mountain. These rocks did not plummet to the ground but hung in mid air, surrounded by a white aura.
"There, I am almost there," said Piccolo.
The rocks now began to rise over Piccolo's head. It was a cloud of stones, threatening to fall at any second if his concentration were broken. Piccolo now bent his head in total concentration as a vein began to protrude from it. The wind was now roaring as the cloud of rocks slowly formed into a ball in the sky.
"I did it. I finally managed to, huh, what the hell was that," cried Piccolo. The rock sphere began to shake apart, as his concentration was broken. "Oh no."
The rocks began to fall towards the earth, and Piccolo was right in their path.
"Shit I got to deal with this first," said Piccolo. He shot down towards the ground and put his hands forward. "Ma-sen-ka," screamed Piccolo as he threw his hands behind his head then brought them forward. "Blast." A huge beam of energy shot skyward. The beam cut through the rocks like a knife through butter. All the rocks were incinerated in seconds.
"Damn it, I almost had it," said Piccolo. He had almost completed the technique of controlling his telekinetic powers. This would have led to a whole new level of techniques that not even Goku has mastered.
"There is someone out there, not to far I'd say 60 miles from here. I think its Vegita, but it's not the same energy feeling that I have felt from him before," said Piccolo to himself. "He is transformed and is moving very fast. Something is up I better go check this out."
With that said, Piccolo blasts off into the air and powers up his aura and heads towards the direction Vegita was flying in.
"I sense a dark presence in Vegita, this is not good, I had better be ready to fight him," said Piccolo. "This could be a problem for the Earth."
Trunks stood in his room. His head was cut from his dad's attack, but he didn't care. His dad was gone, and never coming back. It was his fault somehow; his existence has hurt his father and driven him away. His hair turned from a bright purple to a dark soaked red.
"I can't just let him go like this," said Trunks to himself. " I have to help him."
Trunks walked over to his closet and opened it. Inside the closet were various articles of clothing and training gear. Trunks selected a black Gi for himself, put on a black belt and his orange boots.
Trunks ran towards the back of the building, to the rear exit. He was about to key the pad to open the door.
"Where do you think you are going," said an angry tone?
Trunks turned around and there was his mother looking very upset at him.
"I am going to get dad back," said Trunks.
"Trunks, didn't you hear what Vegita said before he left," said Bulma? "He said he would kill you if he saw you again."
:"I know its just I can't just let him disappear forever without knowing why he stopped loving me," said Trunks. Tears began to roll down Bulma's face. She knew that Trunks was as stubborn as his father and she could probably do nothing to stop him.
"Trunks, your father has been hurt really badly. Not the physical hurt but his soul has been torn to shreds," said Bulma. " He has gone back to his old evil ways. When I first met your father he was going to destroy the earth. He had this evilness inside of him, I thought it died when you were born but now its back and it scares me because he is a lot stronger now then when he lost it. You don't know what he is like when he is evil. If you go out there now, he will not listen to you he will just pound you until you die."
"I know what I am doing," said Trunks. "I am a Super Saiyan too. I can take care of myself. I will bring him back to us." Trunks opened the door and stepped out into the rain.
"TRUNKS," screamed Bulma running after him. "I can't stop you but let me say this. Do not let your guard down for a second. Vegita is not the strongest fighter on the planet but I would say that he is the smartest. Don't let your emotions get in the way. With Vegita in this state of mind, if you let them get in the way he will use them to kill you."
"I will be careful, and thanks mom," said Trunks. He hugged her and walked out to the middle of the yard. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and transformed into a Super Saiyan. Trunks lifted off the ground and turned back to his mom. "I will bring him back to us, even if it kills me," said Trunks and he turned around and took off into the sky and shot out of sight.
"That's what I am afraid of," said Bulma. She went back into the house and picked up the phone to call for help.