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Piccolo raised his fist to meet Zanji's. The two connected and a small sonic boom erupted, shattering small rocks that lay on the ground. Piccolo and Zanji brought their other two fists together, pushing the two apart the second they touched. They weren't pushed apart more then a dozen feet, as they soon rushed at each other again. Zanji saw Piccolo's fist approaching his face and ducked, his eyes drawn to the namekians unprotected mid- section. They both quickly realized the mistake, and as Zanji was bringing his fist up to attack, Piccolo brought up his knee and his opponent in the jaw, sending the monstrosity sailing into the air. He clutched his fist and threw it forward, releasing a small green ball he created towards Zanji. Zanji gained his grounds just in time to see it coming. He turned himself sideways, allowing the blast to sail past him. He smirked at this victory, but as he turned to face Piccolo, he saw a purple knee covered in a green gi slam into his face, sending him flying backwards. His arms and legs flailed in a vain attempt to help him regain his bearings, but that was quickly put to an end as Piccolo appeared in Zanji's path. The namekian grabbed a hold of the robe encasing him, swinging him around and flinging Zanji to the ground.
Yes... This was fun.
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"Gohan! Come on! There's a disturbance in Hell. The Grand Kai wants us to go check it out," Krillin relayed to the demi-saiyan quickly as he sped by. Gohan's eyes snapped open immediately, instantly relieving himself of his meditative state.
"What do you mean? Who's going down there?" he asked, snagging Krillin's arm and tugging him back towards him. The human let a face of confusion pass over him at Gohan's odd behavior, then it dawned on him.
"Did you disobey the Grand Kai?"
"Look, Piccolo needs something. He needs to be shown that he's an important part of the team, that we still want him around even though he tried to kill us all seven months ago. He's my friend. And I'll do whatever I can to help my friends, Krillin. You would too. If my father was in his place, what would you do?" Gohan questioned, tightening his grip. Krillin looked as if he would protest, but thought better of it.
"Alright, Gohan. I won't say anything to anyone. I'll tell the others to back off and not go. But if you're wrong and this doesn't help Piccolo, or he gets hurt, you know what'll happen, right?" Gohan nodded solemnly. Krillin was satisfied. "Don't you let his ki out of your mind for a minute, you hear me?"
"Yeah, Krillin. Don't worry, Piccolo will be fine. Trust me," Gohan said. Krillin put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. "Come on, Piccolo. You've got to win..."
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Piccolo slapped away an oncoming ki away, exploding it far into the sky, for away from where it could do any damage. It singed his hand slightly, but as his skin was green anyway, nobody could tell except for him. He stood, raising himself out of the stance he adopted automatically when he saw Zanji charging up his attack. The smoke was still clearing from the path of the ki wave, but Piccolo could sense Zanji was worn out from releasing that much energy. In fact, Piccolo was surprised that the terror they faced on earth twenty-six years ago was this easy to best. His thoughts were short lived, however, as he felt his opponents ki shoot up as he rushed through the still clearing dust. Piccolo leaned to the right, letting Zanji's fist slip just to the left of his head. Zanji brought himself around sideways, letting his knee land in Piccolo's neck. The namekian's eyes opened a bit wider than usual, but he quickly dropped to the ground in a push up position. Then he rolled over sideways and thrust out his hands, firing a barrage of ki blasts into Zanji's stomach. His foe was pushed into the air by the attacks, unable to guard himself. Piccolo readily got to his feet and pressed two fingers to his forehead.
"Special Beam Cannon!" he pushed his fingers forward, letting loose the purple screwdriver. It rocketed at the still dazed Zanji, who was now falling back to the ground. He lifted his gaze just in time to see Piccolo's ki shatter his chest. It plunged through his skin and bones with the utmost ease, exiting his back roughly. As Zanji fell, the Special Beam Cannon continued to burn through his body, turning the flesh around the wound a sickening shade of black. Piccolo cut the blast and leaped back just before Zanji fell on his last position. The namekian looked down at the charred body of his attacker. His ki was slipping away quickly, Piccolo sensed. He wasn't a challenge anymore. But it was better to end his life now.
"Die!" he screamed, charging a ball of energy in his left hand. He was halfway through the swing before he stopped himself. "Wha... What happened?" he questioned. He let his ki dissipate quickly, the green glow of energy leaving his hand. It was almost impossible to believe, but he nearly erased a helpless enemy. Nothing could justify the taking of a helpless man's life, no matter what the circumstances. But he was prepared to do it without any remorse...
"Damn you, Diamao. Why did you have to fuse with me?"
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Selary and Tomatto watched on from a few hundred feet away, assessing their opponent.
"What do you think, Selary? He's fast and strong... I don't know if we can beat him. He looks even stronger then that black haired one who killed us in the first place," Tomatto said quietly, discussing their odds with his closest friend. The yellowed speeder simply shook his head.
"We're stronger now too, Tomatto. Don't worry. Now then, shall we?"
"Yes."
Piccolo raised his fist to meet Zanji's. The two connected and a small sonic boom erupted, shattering small rocks that lay on the ground. Piccolo and Zanji brought their other two fists together, pushing the two apart the second they touched. They weren't pushed apart more then a dozen feet, as they soon rushed at each other again. Zanji saw Piccolo's fist approaching his face and ducked, his eyes drawn to the namekians unprotected mid- section. They both quickly realized the mistake, and as Zanji was bringing his fist up to attack, Piccolo brought up his knee and his opponent in the jaw, sending the monstrosity sailing into the air. He clutched his fist and threw it forward, releasing a small green ball he created towards Zanji. Zanji gained his grounds just in time to see it coming. He turned himself sideways, allowing the blast to sail past him. He smirked at this victory, but as he turned to face Piccolo, he saw a purple knee covered in a green gi slam into his face, sending him flying backwards. His arms and legs flailed in a vain attempt to help him regain his bearings, but that was quickly put to an end as Piccolo appeared in Zanji's path. The namekian grabbed a hold of the robe encasing him, swinging him around and flinging Zanji to the ground.
Yes... This was fun.
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"Gohan! Come on! There's a disturbance in Hell. The Grand Kai wants us to go check it out," Krillin relayed to the demi-saiyan quickly as he sped by. Gohan's eyes snapped open immediately, instantly relieving himself of his meditative state.
"What do you mean? Who's going down there?" he asked, snagging Krillin's arm and tugging him back towards him. The human let a face of confusion pass over him at Gohan's odd behavior, then it dawned on him.
"Did you disobey the Grand Kai?"
"Look, Piccolo needs something. He needs to be shown that he's an important part of the team, that we still want him around even though he tried to kill us all seven months ago. He's my friend. And I'll do whatever I can to help my friends, Krillin. You would too. If my father was in his place, what would you do?" Gohan questioned, tightening his grip. Krillin looked as if he would protest, but thought better of it.
"Alright, Gohan. I won't say anything to anyone. I'll tell the others to back off and not go. But if you're wrong and this doesn't help Piccolo, or he gets hurt, you know what'll happen, right?" Gohan nodded solemnly. Krillin was satisfied. "Don't you let his ki out of your mind for a minute, you hear me?"
"Yeah, Krillin. Don't worry, Piccolo will be fine. Trust me," Gohan said. Krillin put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared. "Come on, Piccolo. You've got to win..."
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Piccolo slapped away an oncoming ki away, exploding it far into the sky, for away from where it could do any damage. It singed his hand slightly, but as his skin was green anyway, nobody could tell except for him. He stood, raising himself out of the stance he adopted automatically when he saw Zanji charging up his attack. The smoke was still clearing from the path of the ki wave, but Piccolo could sense Zanji was worn out from releasing that much energy. In fact, Piccolo was surprised that the terror they faced on earth twenty-six years ago was this easy to best. His thoughts were short lived, however, as he felt his opponents ki shoot up as he rushed through the still clearing dust. Piccolo leaned to the right, letting Zanji's fist slip just to the left of his head. Zanji brought himself around sideways, letting his knee land in Piccolo's neck. The namekian's eyes opened a bit wider than usual, but he quickly dropped to the ground in a push up position. Then he rolled over sideways and thrust out his hands, firing a barrage of ki blasts into Zanji's stomach. His foe was pushed into the air by the attacks, unable to guard himself. Piccolo readily got to his feet and pressed two fingers to his forehead.
"Special Beam Cannon!" he pushed his fingers forward, letting loose the purple screwdriver. It rocketed at the still dazed Zanji, who was now falling back to the ground. He lifted his gaze just in time to see Piccolo's ki shatter his chest. It plunged through his skin and bones with the utmost ease, exiting his back roughly. As Zanji fell, the Special Beam Cannon continued to burn through his body, turning the flesh around the wound a sickening shade of black. Piccolo cut the blast and leaped back just before Zanji fell on his last position. The namekian looked down at the charred body of his attacker. His ki was slipping away quickly, Piccolo sensed. He wasn't a challenge anymore. But it was better to end his life now.
"Die!" he screamed, charging a ball of energy in his left hand. He was halfway through the swing before he stopped himself. "Wha... What happened?" he questioned. He let his ki dissipate quickly, the green glow of energy leaving his hand. It was almost impossible to believe, but he nearly erased a helpless enemy. Nothing could justify the taking of a helpless man's life, no matter what the circumstances. But he was prepared to do it without any remorse...
"Damn you, Diamao. Why did you have to fuse with me?"
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Selary and Tomatto watched on from a few hundred feet away, assessing their opponent.
"What do you think, Selary? He's fast and strong... I don't know if we can beat him. He looks even stronger then that black haired one who killed us in the first place," Tomatto said quietly, discussing their odds with his closest friend. The yellowed speeder simply shook his head.
"We're stronger now too, Tomatto. Don't worry. Now then, shall we?"
"Yes."