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Piccolo wrestled with his mind, a torrent of thoughts and emotions swirling about his bloodied head. The urge to hurt, kill and murder overwhelmed him, threatening to break him with its urgency, its unrelenting force crashing again and again against the walls of his mind. A crippling pain surged through the Namekian, causing him to scream in agony. The ground he held onto cracked and shuddered beneath him as his aura pushed outwards, as if isolating himself.
Goku and Gohan, not to mention Tomatto, looked on with bewilderment. They all tensed themselves, ready for whatever would happen next. Piccolo appeared to be on the brink of insanity, holding onto his own ideas, thoughts and character by a thread. Certainly he no longer appeared to be the calm and focused Piccolo Goku knew him to be. Instead he was a wild animal; his eyes held the look of a madman within. It was obvious that whatever Diamao had added to him, whatever it was that kept Diamao seething with hatred was now unleashed inside Piccolo. And, as it appeared, Piccolo was loosing.
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They deserved to die! All of them! Goku, Gohan, Tomatto, Tien, Grand Kai, all of them! No one could live! Everyone was a threat to him. He wasn't safe, not from anyone. Everyone must be erased.
But they were his friends! All of them. They tried everything to help him. Goku alone saved his life half a dozen separate times. Gohan was his first true friend, the first person to trust in him! Maybe he should spare Gohan's life, but kill Tomatto? The others maybe should live, but Tomatto was truly his enemy. Him and Selary teamed against him, tried to erase him. They weren't worthy of this, not worthy of even dwelling within Hell. So he, Piccolo Diam…NO!
He wasn't Piccolo Diamao! That person was dead! He was Piccolo, guardian of Hell, member of the Z Warriors. It wasn't his place to pass the sort of judgement that he was about to. Tomatto was defenseless now, there wasn't any need to erase him or Selary.
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On the outside, Piccolo's aura was whipping wildly in the air, tendrils of energy snaking through the air violently, as if searching for something to wrap themselves around. The ground was literally shuddering as waves upon waves of energy shot out from Piccolo's pained form. He was still gripping the ground with his fingers dug through the compacted dirt. Veins running under his skin bulged over his entire body, giving him a disgustingly grotesque appearance.
"Argh!" He allowed a grunt of pain to escape his lips. He lowered his head closer to the ground and rubbed his teeth together. Goku watched with interest; he'd never seen something like this. Under normal circumstances, Piccolo was a calm and collected fighter. But within himself, the battle inside his own heart, everything was on the table. The rational warrior became a wild beast, unmatched in raw fury by anyone Goku had ever seen. Even the gi that Piccolo wore was being torn asunder, bits and pieces of it were flying freely, eventually breaking off in the high winds.
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The Grand Kai stared out across the glittering sky of his tournament room. The power he sensed coming from Hell was fluctuating rapidly, but not centering at any one thing. He also sensed four other kis down there as well. He recognized two as belonging to Goku and Gohan, the other two were the ones that Piccolo had been engaged in combat with earlier. But both of those were painfully low.
In addition to being able to sense ki over long distances, he was also able to sense the intent of that ki. Be it good or evil. All during the battle Piccolo had waged, the Grand Kai sensed an ever-present evil aura about him, in company with the good. And more recently he felt that evilness take hold of Piccolo and momentarily control him. But now it was slowly diminishing, letting the namekien take control again. The Grand Kai picked a star at random and fixated his gaze upon it, not really looking at it.