Chapter 4
"Piccolo?" Pikkon asked incredulously. "You're not Piccolo. I..."
"You're right. I am not Piccolo. As I said before, I am Piccolo Diamao. I am his father," the strange green man told Pikkon. He certainly did look like Piccolo.
"His father?"
"Yes, that's what I said, isn't it? I can help you get rid of Piccolo. I can even help you kill Goku and his friends, if you want. As I understand it, you're not very fond of them. Neither am I," Diamao told Pikkon. A smirk was sliding across Diamao's face, he knew that he could use the darkness that was growing in Pikkon's heart to fuel his own ambitions.
"What have they done to you? I don't remember you ever coming through the Checking Station," Pikkon asked him. The Diamao was quiet for a moment more, as if considering how much he should reveal to Pikkon. Then he spoke:
"Centuries ago on Earth, where the Z Warriors are from, Kami, my other half, wanted to become guardian of the world. But the guardian at the time wouldn't let me, telling him had to purge all the evil from his heart. After intense training and many tries, he succeeded in throwing me from himself. I am the embodiment of all the evil that was in his heart. After we separated, I started my reign across the earth. I killed millions and destroyed cities. But then Goku came. He was... quite the boy. He defeated me by punching himself through my chest. I have never felt more pain since that day. But before I died, I made sure to avenge myself. I spit up an egg, a child so to speak. He was to grow up and kill Goku, and for a long while it seemed that was his goal. He trained non-stop to reach the power that the Saiyan wielded.
"And after only 3 years, he gained almost as much power as Goku had worked for his entire life. Ah, you should have seen him. I got a hold of a mystic orb, a crystal ball I think it's called by the living, and watched him. Piccolo grew from a tiny boy into the most fearsome enemy that spiky haired brat had ever known. He even came close to killing him in the 23^rd Tenkaichi Budoukai on earth. But Piccolo lost. His life was even saved by Goku!" Diamao was shaking with rage now. Pikkon watched him thrust his fists into the air in rage at key moments in the story. An aura had surrounded him and his power had taken a dramatic increase. Diamao was literally shaking with anger now, as if he couldn't stand the thought of Goku, let alone Goku saving his son. Pikkon understood exactly how he felt. The light around them was always a constant shade of pink, but Pikkon could feel that it was late. He knew that he had already missed his training session with Yazza and Cortet, but he felt
that this was more important anyway. Finally Diamao calmed down, the white aura that had burst around him subsiding.
"And then, as if through some cold twist of fate, Goku changed my son. Piccolo went about taking care of my nemesis' child, and slowly, but most definitely, his heart changed. The evil that had once encompassed his entire being was pushed aside. And... love, for the child emerged. He even gave up his life to save it! How absurd! And Piccolo joined the side of those damned Z Warriors. And then, as if he was taunting me, he fused with my counterpart. He fused with Kami, a permanent fusion to be sure. And his power grew even further, enough to finally kill all of the Saiyans! But he didn't take the chance. He had grown soft. And now in hell, he is still their friend," Daimao spat at the last word, as if he didn't like the taste it left in his mouth. Then a smile filled his face. "But he is not the only one who has been training. Oh no, of course not. I have been too. You know, we Namekians have an incredible ability for change. At every obstacle I have encountered, I have
grown. I was even able to fend off the Ginyu when they first came to this dimension. And when Cell came... I was more then a match for him. But Piccolo is now even stronger then I am. He gained so much power over the years... I don't know how he did it. When his fusion with Kami didn't make him stronger then me, I was sure that he was a weakling. But he isn't, oh no. He's very powerful.
"I've been training constantly for the last 250 years, hoping that one day he'd stop. That one day he'd stop training and I'd be able to over-come him. But he is to powerful. I need help. I need your help, in fact."
Pikkon stood there for a second, not sure what to say. He was meeting Piccolo's father? And Diamao hated Piccolo almost as much as he did? But...
"If you really want to defeat Piccolo, why not just get help with someone else from Hell? Why not Frieza, Yandra or someone else? It's a large gamble coming to me like this, how do you know I won't just..."
"Because you hate them too. I've been watching you for a long time, Pikkon. You walk through here every few days, mumbling to yourself about Goku and the others. How much you hate being second next to them. You don't have to be! The others... they're to weak! You're the only one who's strong enough to help me defeat Piccolo, and then Goku. You think any of the other people here even come close to our strength?" Diamao questioned. Pikkon was slowly starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, overtaking Goku and the others wasn't such a bad idea. After they were defeated, everyone would see how much they needed him. They'd see that he was the most powerful fighter, not Goku.
"Alright, I'll help you. But under one condition," Pikkon said, eyeing Diamao for his reaction. "I'm the boss. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you to do it. I'm tired of being bossed around. It's my turn to be in charge." Diamao smiled at that. He thought that Pikkon might make that request... and he was prepared. He simply nodded his head, showing that he was willing to agree to the pact.
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Piccolo sat under a small tree meditating. He enjoyed the peace and quiet he could find in Hell. It was peaceful, the sky always a constant shade of pink and red and the ground reminding him of his home, Namek. The grass was green with brown bare patches in some parts, and bushy trees sprouted out of the ground every few dozen feet. It made him feel serene sitting there, with the wind blowing his cape back and forth. It made him feel almost as if he was back on earth, meditating in the woods or grasslands.
Goku had paid him a visit an hour before, telling him the outcome of the tournament. Piccolo had congratulated Goku, then went back to meditating. He wished he had been able to enter the tournament, after all, Other World tournaments were centuries apart. In the entire time he'd been guardian of Hell, he'd only seen two. And he hadn't been able to participate in the first one either since he was busy dealing with a small rebellion led by some new comers from the South Quadrant. But he was busy with his responsibilities in Hell and being a guardian of the universe. They were jobs he gladly accepted in exchange for the alternative of losing his body. Of course, he always had to be prepared for what could happen... being erased. He had been spending some time considering what exactly would happen to someone. Surely they couldn't be just erased. They had to go somewhere.
Piccolo was about to continue his train of thought when he heard small movements behind him. Well, they were actually a few hundred feet behind him, but he had excellent hearing. Piccolo opened the corner of his eyes and turned his head slightly.
"Ah, just Pikkon. Probably wants to do some sparring to make up for the match today in the tournament," Piccolo thought to himself. He waited a couple minutes for Pikkon.
"Piccolo, how are you?" Pikkon asked politely.
"Hello, Pikkon. I'm fine. What do you want?" Pikkon smirked when he heard Piccolo ask that question, but he decided against answering it truthfully.
"I was wondering... would you be willing to spar with me? I'm afraid that my performance today in the tournament was slightly lacking."
"Yes, I am willing," Piccolo answered. He stood up, his white cape furling around him in the wind. It created almost a god-like look on the Namek. Piccolo placed one foot in front of him and leaned his weight on his hind foot, propping his arms up in front of him in stance. Pikkon removed his weighted robe and turban, making sure he was ready, just in case Piccolo proved to much of a challenge for Diamao.
"Maybe you should remove your mantle, Piccolo. I've improved much since we lost fought," Pikkon drawled. He knew Piccolo would refuse, thinking Pikkon much to weak to do serious damage.
"No, I will leave it. It makes for better training."
Pikkon snarled and launched himself at Piccolo fist first. Piccolo saw the attack and leaned to the side, throwing one flat hand out to deflect the punch. He tried to grab Pikkon's arm, but he was to slow. It was a great supprise since last time they had fought, Pikkon hadn't been able to even attempt evasion. Pikkon grabbed Piccolo's arm and pivoted around on it, bringing his foot to Piccolo's neck. Or he was going to, but the Namek disappeared, leaving Pikkon grabbing air. he dropped to the ground face first, blooding his face on a rock as Piccolo re-appeared a few feet away.
"Calm down, Pikkon. It's only a sparring match, let's not try to... kill... each other," Piccolo said roughly.
Pikkon smiled to himself as he saw Diamao appear behind Piccolo and deliver a quick blow to the back of his neck, knocking his son out cold.
"Piccolo?" Pikkon asked incredulously. "You're not Piccolo. I..."
"You're right. I am not Piccolo. As I said before, I am Piccolo Diamao. I am his father," the strange green man told Pikkon. He certainly did look like Piccolo.
"His father?"
"Yes, that's what I said, isn't it? I can help you get rid of Piccolo. I can even help you kill Goku and his friends, if you want. As I understand it, you're not very fond of them. Neither am I," Diamao told Pikkon. A smirk was sliding across Diamao's face, he knew that he could use the darkness that was growing in Pikkon's heart to fuel his own ambitions.
"What have they done to you? I don't remember you ever coming through the Checking Station," Pikkon asked him. The Diamao was quiet for a moment more, as if considering how much he should reveal to Pikkon. Then he spoke:
"Centuries ago on Earth, where the Z Warriors are from, Kami, my other half, wanted to become guardian of the world. But the guardian at the time wouldn't let me, telling him had to purge all the evil from his heart. After intense training and many tries, he succeeded in throwing me from himself. I am the embodiment of all the evil that was in his heart. After we separated, I started my reign across the earth. I killed millions and destroyed cities. But then Goku came. He was... quite the boy. He defeated me by punching himself through my chest. I have never felt more pain since that day. But before I died, I made sure to avenge myself. I spit up an egg, a child so to speak. He was to grow up and kill Goku, and for a long while it seemed that was his goal. He trained non-stop to reach the power that the Saiyan wielded.
"And after only 3 years, he gained almost as much power as Goku had worked for his entire life. Ah, you should have seen him. I got a hold of a mystic orb, a crystal ball I think it's called by the living, and watched him. Piccolo grew from a tiny boy into the most fearsome enemy that spiky haired brat had ever known. He even came close to killing him in the 23^rd Tenkaichi Budoukai on earth. But Piccolo lost. His life was even saved by Goku!" Diamao was shaking with rage now. Pikkon watched him thrust his fists into the air in rage at key moments in the story. An aura had surrounded him and his power had taken a dramatic increase. Diamao was literally shaking with anger now, as if he couldn't stand the thought of Goku, let alone Goku saving his son. Pikkon understood exactly how he felt. The light around them was always a constant shade of pink, but Pikkon could feel that it was late. He knew that he had already missed his training session with Yazza and Cortet, but he felt
that this was more important anyway. Finally Diamao calmed down, the white aura that had burst around him subsiding.
"And then, as if through some cold twist of fate, Goku changed my son. Piccolo went about taking care of my nemesis' child, and slowly, but most definitely, his heart changed. The evil that had once encompassed his entire being was pushed aside. And... love, for the child emerged. He even gave up his life to save it! How absurd! And Piccolo joined the side of those damned Z Warriors. And then, as if he was taunting me, he fused with my counterpart. He fused with Kami, a permanent fusion to be sure. And his power grew even further, enough to finally kill all of the Saiyans! But he didn't take the chance. He had grown soft. And now in hell, he is still their friend," Daimao spat at the last word, as if he didn't like the taste it left in his mouth. Then a smile filled his face. "But he is not the only one who has been training. Oh no, of course not. I have been too. You know, we Namekians have an incredible ability for change. At every obstacle I have encountered, I have
grown. I was even able to fend off the Ginyu when they first came to this dimension. And when Cell came... I was more then a match for him. But Piccolo is now even stronger then I am. He gained so much power over the years... I don't know how he did it. When his fusion with Kami didn't make him stronger then me, I was sure that he was a weakling. But he isn't, oh no. He's very powerful.
"I've been training constantly for the last 250 years, hoping that one day he'd stop. That one day he'd stop training and I'd be able to over-come him. But he is to powerful. I need help. I need your help, in fact."
Pikkon stood there for a second, not sure what to say. He was meeting Piccolo's father? And Diamao hated Piccolo almost as much as he did? But...
"If you really want to defeat Piccolo, why not just get help with someone else from Hell? Why not Frieza, Yandra or someone else? It's a large gamble coming to me like this, how do you know I won't just..."
"Because you hate them too. I've been watching you for a long time, Pikkon. You walk through here every few days, mumbling to yourself about Goku and the others. How much you hate being second next to them. You don't have to be! The others... they're to weak! You're the only one who's strong enough to help me defeat Piccolo, and then Goku. You think any of the other people here even come close to our strength?" Diamao questioned. Pikkon was slowly starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, overtaking Goku and the others wasn't such a bad idea. After they were defeated, everyone would see how much they needed him. They'd see that he was the most powerful fighter, not Goku.
"Alright, I'll help you. But under one condition," Pikkon said, eyeing Diamao for his reaction. "I'm the boss. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you to do it. I'm tired of being bossed around. It's my turn to be in charge." Diamao smiled at that. He thought that Pikkon might make that request... and he was prepared. He simply nodded his head, showing that he was willing to agree to the pact.
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Piccolo sat under a small tree meditating. He enjoyed the peace and quiet he could find in Hell. It was peaceful, the sky always a constant shade of pink and red and the ground reminding him of his home, Namek. The grass was green with brown bare patches in some parts, and bushy trees sprouted out of the ground every few dozen feet. It made him feel serene sitting there, with the wind blowing his cape back and forth. It made him feel almost as if he was back on earth, meditating in the woods or grasslands.
Goku had paid him a visit an hour before, telling him the outcome of the tournament. Piccolo had congratulated Goku, then went back to meditating. He wished he had been able to enter the tournament, after all, Other World tournaments were centuries apart. In the entire time he'd been guardian of Hell, he'd only seen two. And he hadn't been able to participate in the first one either since he was busy dealing with a small rebellion led by some new comers from the South Quadrant. But he was busy with his responsibilities in Hell and being a guardian of the universe. They were jobs he gladly accepted in exchange for the alternative of losing his body. Of course, he always had to be prepared for what could happen... being erased. He had been spending some time considering what exactly would happen to someone. Surely they couldn't be just erased. They had to go somewhere.
Piccolo was about to continue his train of thought when he heard small movements behind him. Well, they were actually a few hundred feet behind him, but he had excellent hearing. Piccolo opened the corner of his eyes and turned his head slightly.
"Ah, just Pikkon. Probably wants to do some sparring to make up for the match today in the tournament," Piccolo thought to himself. He waited a couple minutes for Pikkon.
"Piccolo, how are you?" Pikkon asked politely.
"Hello, Pikkon. I'm fine. What do you want?" Pikkon smirked when he heard Piccolo ask that question, but he decided against answering it truthfully.
"I was wondering... would you be willing to spar with me? I'm afraid that my performance today in the tournament was slightly lacking."
"Yes, I am willing," Piccolo answered. He stood up, his white cape furling around him in the wind. It created almost a god-like look on the Namek. Piccolo placed one foot in front of him and leaned his weight on his hind foot, propping his arms up in front of him in stance. Pikkon removed his weighted robe and turban, making sure he was ready, just in case Piccolo proved to much of a challenge for Diamao.
"Maybe you should remove your mantle, Piccolo. I've improved much since we lost fought," Pikkon drawled. He knew Piccolo would refuse, thinking Pikkon much to weak to do serious damage.
"No, I will leave it. It makes for better training."
Pikkon snarled and launched himself at Piccolo fist first. Piccolo saw the attack and leaned to the side, throwing one flat hand out to deflect the punch. He tried to grab Pikkon's arm, but he was to slow. It was a great supprise since last time they had fought, Pikkon hadn't been able to even attempt evasion. Pikkon grabbed Piccolo's arm and pivoted around on it, bringing his foot to Piccolo's neck. Or he was going to, but the Namek disappeared, leaving Pikkon grabbing air. he dropped to the ground face first, blooding his face on a rock as Piccolo re-appeared a few feet away.
"Calm down, Pikkon. It's only a sparring match, let's not try to... kill... each other," Piccolo said roughly.
Pikkon smiled to himself as he saw Diamao appear behind Piccolo and deliver a quick blow to the back of his neck, knocking his son out cold.