Chapter 7
Goku and Vegeta were both on their 19^th shot of sake when Tien finally slammed Yamcha's hand down on the table, finished with their arm wrestling match.
"Hic! Goo jobby, Tienster! I *hic* always... didn doubt oo! Maybe *hic* oo'll won next timey wimey, Yamucha," Goku sputtered out, barely keeping his head from hitting the table. Vegeta smiled wide, flashing his teeth and gave Tien a thumbs up. Then he fell asleep.
"Ey! Vegoo! I ain't doon et! Wook up! Wook up, Vegoo!" Goku urged the other Saiyan. But it was no use... Vegeta's head was already lolling back on the chair, drool dripping out of his mouth. Goku gave a defeated sigh and passed out.
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"So then I said to Vegeta, `Stop saiyan that!' Get it? `saiyan' instead of `saying'? Ha ha, I crack myself up," Bulma told Chi-chi in the kitchen.
"Hee hee, I told Goku that one time, but instead of `Stop saiyan that!', it was `Don't touch me there!'... or something like that," Chi-chi said, giggling. Then she poured another glass of sake and slammed it down her throat. Go figure.
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The Grand Kai paced in his chambers, a feeling immersing itself within him. The feeling... It wasn't a good one.
"I wonder what's going on. I feel strange, as if something important is about to happen. Maybe I should tell the Supreme Kai... No. No need to bother him, especially if it's nothing. Besides," the Grand Kai thought to himself, "I'm sure whatever is going wrong can be handled by Goku, you dig? He's not the guardian of the universe for nothing."
The Grand Kai was satisfied that Goku would protect Other World, so he didn't bother thinking about it further, but it still gnawed at the back of his brain. He ignored it though, he had more important matters to deal with, after all. Like figuring out why he smelled like fish.
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Diamao looked at his hands. Only... they weren't his hands. They were his son, Piccolo's, hands. And they surged with life. His ki was higher then he had ever felt it, almost high enough to threaten an explosion. And it was still rising! Was this what Piccolo felt? Was this the power he had at his fingertips? No, it couldn't be. This was Diamao's power and Piccolo's. This was what their power did together. Oh, but it was impossible! It was impossible for a being to be this powerful! Surely it was impossible. But it wasn't. This was the power he'd need to defeat Goku and the others. He'd wait though. He'd wait a few more days. After all, he had to gauge their powers, see how strong they were. Maybe even give himself enough time to catch them off guard, let them think that he really was Piccolo. Then he'd snap on them.
"Diamao. Diamao!" Pikkon yelled, almost screaming.
"What?!"
"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes! You said you'd use your power to make me stronger. I need to be strong enough to beat Goku. I can't stand it..." Pikkon trailed off. He was staring at Diamao now, the Namek was starting to power up. A white aura was surrounding his partner, and Diamao stretched out a hand. He placed it on Pikkon's head. It startled the green man, but then he realized what the Namek was doing. He was going to unleash his "hidden power."
"Aaaaaaaargh!" Diamao screamed, letting his aura surround Pikkon as well. The other man opened his eyes wide at the yell. It surprised him, but not enough to make him back down. He could already feel his heart opening and depths of power surge into his body. His muscles expanded in his arms, legs, chest and neck. He sunk into the ground a few inches, growing heavier then the soft dirt could support. Pikkon's robes ripped off of him and his turban cracked. His entire body was swelling, it was too much for his small clothes to contain. He felt his own aura pick up and expand, filling the cavern with light. The heat was tremendous, but neither of the men noticed it, to engaged in letting their powers soar. Rocks raised from the ground wildly, snapping into hundreds of pieces after being hit with small bolts of electricity glancing off Pikkon. The walls of the cavern exploded outwards, expanding ten feet on every side of him. The roof shuddered at feeling the change, and dust
fell to the floor, soon vaporized by the bolts of lightening. Pikkon felt himself being lifted from the ground and dragged into the air, he was letting out a silent scream the whole time, his eyes closed and his head rolled back.
Diamao had let go of Pikkon's head when he started to rise, and now he watched on, smiling to himself. He had just let Pikkon's power out. Pikkon now had as much power as Diamao had before he had fused with Piccolo. Pikkon... he was very strong. And proud. That combination was usually deadly.
Goku and Vegeta were both on their 19^th shot of sake when Tien finally slammed Yamcha's hand down on the table, finished with their arm wrestling match.
"Hic! Goo jobby, Tienster! I *hic* always... didn doubt oo! Maybe *hic* oo'll won next timey wimey, Yamucha," Goku sputtered out, barely keeping his head from hitting the table. Vegeta smiled wide, flashing his teeth and gave Tien a thumbs up. Then he fell asleep.
"Ey! Vegoo! I ain't doon et! Wook up! Wook up, Vegoo!" Goku urged the other Saiyan. But it was no use... Vegeta's head was already lolling back on the chair, drool dripping out of his mouth. Goku gave a defeated sigh and passed out.
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"So then I said to Vegeta, `Stop saiyan that!' Get it? `saiyan' instead of `saying'? Ha ha, I crack myself up," Bulma told Chi-chi in the kitchen.
"Hee hee, I told Goku that one time, but instead of `Stop saiyan that!', it was `Don't touch me there!'... or something like that," Chi-chi said, giggling. Then she poured another glass of sake and slammed it down her throat. Go figure.
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The Grand Kai paced in his chambers, a feeling immersing itself within him. The feeling... It wasn't a good one.
"I wonder what's going on. I feel strange, as if something important is about to happen. Maybe I should tell the Supreme Kai... No. No need to bother him, especially if it's nothing. Besides," the Grand Kai thought to himself, "I'm sure whatever is going wrong can be handled by Goku, you dig? He's not the guardian of the universe for nothing."
The Grand Kai was satisfied that Goku would protect Other World, so he didn't bother thinking about it further, but it still gnawed at the back of his brain. He ignored it though, he had more important matters to deal with, after all. Like figuring out why he smelled like fish.
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Diamao looked at his hands. Only... they weren't his hands. They were his son, Piccolo's, hands. And they surged with life. His ki was higher then he had ever felt it, almost high enough to threaten an explosion. And it was still rising! Was this what Piccolo felt? Was this the power he had at his fingertips? No, it couldn't be. This was Diamao's power and Piccolo's. This was what their power did together. Oh, but it was impossible! It was impossible for a being to be this powerful! Surely it was impossible. But it wasn't. This was the power he'd need to defeat Goku and the others. He'd wait though. He'd wait a few more days. After all, he had to gauge their powers, see how strong they were. Maybe even give himself enough time to catch them off guard, let them think that he really was Piccolo. Then he'd snap on them.
"Diamao. Diamao!" Pikkon yelled, almost screaming.
"What?!"
"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes! You said you'd use your power to make me stronger. I need to be strong enough to beat Goku. I can't stand it..." Pikkon trailed off. He was staring at Diamao now, the Namek was starting to power up. A white aura was surrounding his partner, and Diamao stretched out a hand. He placed it on Pikkon's head. It startled the green man, but then he realized what the Namek was doing. He was going to unleash his "hidden power."
"Aaaaaaaargh!" Diamao screamed, letting his aura surround Pikkon as well. The other man opened his eyes wide at the yell. It surprised him, but not enough to make him back down. He could already feel his heart opening and depths of power surge into his body. His muscles expanded in his arms, legs, chest and neck. He sunk into the ground a few inches, growing heavier then the soft dirt could support. Pikkon's robes ripped off of him and his turban cracked. His entire body was swelling, it was too much for his small clothes to contain. He felt his own aura pick up and expand, filling the cavern with light. The heat was tremendous, but neither of the men noticed it, to engaged in letting their powers soar. Rocks raised from the ground wildly, snapping into hundreds of pieces after being hit with small bolts of electricity glancing off Pikkon. The walls of the cavern exploded outwards, expanding ten feet on every side of him. The roof shuddered at feeling the change, and dust
fell to the floor, soon vaporized by the bolts of lightening. Pikkon felt himself being lifted from the ground and dragged into the air, he was letting out a silent scream the whole time, his eyes closed and his head rolled back.
Diamao had let go of Pikkon's head when he started to rise, and now he watched on, smiling to himself. He had just let Pikkon's power out. Pikkon now had as much power as Diamao had before he had fused with Piccolo. Pikkon... he was very strong. And proud. That combination was usually deadly.