Chapter 8
Goku awoke the next morning in a puddle of his own drool. He wiped his mouth, and went up to his room, still rubbing his eyes. He saw Goten and Trunks asleep on the stairwell, but thought it best not to disturb them. He walked down the hall a bit, and made a mental note to fix the paint on the walls. It was peeling again.
He walked into his room and saw Chi-chi lying in the bed, still sleeping too, Goku kissed her forehead and smiled to himself. He went into their bathroom and took a shower.
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Bulma carted Vegeta home early that morning, deciding not to let him sleep over. He didn't want to let Vegeta and Goku together when both of them had a hangover. So now Vegeta was sleeping it off on the couch, while she curled her hair in their bedroom.
"Well, I just hope Trunks doesn't make a fool of himself. He got into the sake pretty good last night too. Oh well, Goten will take care of him. Maybe I should talk to Marron and Bra about that... I don't know where they are either," Bulma shrugged and went back to curling her hair. Less then a minute later she brushed her hand with the iron and burned herself, sending her shrieking down the hall into a startled Vegeta, who still had crust in his eyes.
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Diamao hadn't slept that night. He was preoccupied testing his new power limits, and seeing how far they could take him. He also had to get used to this new body. It was more agile then his old one, and was able to hold power much easier. It was almost as if he had discovered the fountain of youth. During his new training he had practiced back flips, kicks, punches and even a few ki attacks he had delved from Piccolo's mind. One special one, called the Special Beam Cannon, he especially enjoyed. But he decided to rename it the Demon Ray instead, the Special Beam Cannon just didn't sound... right. Then he found one called the Makoho. It drew an incredible amount of energy very fast, but that was a problem. Sometimes it would draw to much energy and he would become very weak and simply pass out. He also had come up with a new gi for himself. He had decided on a dark purple gi pants, with purple arm straps and belt, but he kept his brown boots. He was quite fond of them, after
all.
Pikkon had also stayed awake. His strength had been more then tripled in a single instant and his body was more laden with muscle then it had ever been. The swelling had gone down a bit, but he was still pumped up. Pikkon was almost twice as large as he was before, and he could no longer wear his turban or robes. His clothes had been ripped in several places, but he would change them into a different pair later on. A new power he had discovered was that he could change clothes at will... Diamao explained that Nameks could do it too, it had probably been passed to him during the releasing of his power. But there were other powers he was more interested in. He found he could now shoot small, but fast, ki beams through his eyes. That would definitely come in handy in close combat.
"Kaio-ken!" Pikkon heard Diamao shout from across the field. He was going to ignore it, assuming that it was just Diamao experimenting with another of Piccolo's powers, but then he felt Diamao's ki take a sharp increase. It increased had increased by half! Pikkon looked over his shoulder and saw that Diamao was engulfed in a red aura, and his entire body was bulging. His eyes had disappeared and veins were popping up all over his scalp. Diamao's antennae were waving wildly, as if possessed by some strange spirit yanking them wildly. Then, just as suddenly as Diamao had activated the kaio-ken, he dropped out of it. Diamao fell to the ground on all fours, panting and dripping sweat onto the ground. Then, slowly, he began to laugh. It picked up speed, becoming a chuckle, then a belly laugh, the finally an all out bawl. Tears were streaming from Diamao's eyes when Pikkon made his way over to him.
"Diamao? What is it?" he questioned.
"The kaio-ken, Pikkon. That's how we're going to defeat them. With the kaio-ken nothing can defeat us," he told him, finally composing himself. Pikkon didn't understand, however. The kaio-ken had barely raised Diamao's power by half, and even then it had drained him of almost all his power.
"But... look at you. You can't even stand! Even I could defeat you right now, let alone Goku or even Yamcha! I don't know Diamao... the kaio-ken isn't so impressive to me," he told his partner.
"That was only the first step, Pikkon. There are many more. Piccolo just never bothered to use them, that's why it drained so much ki from me. He considered it a `waste of time.' But he is a fool! Goku used this, and reached all the way up to kaio-ken x20. Imagine a kaio-ken x25! Or 30! Think about it, Pikkon. With this technique, none of the Z Warriors can stop us," Diamao told him. But...
"Diamao, I don't know how to do it. How am I supposed to use it against the Z Warriors?"
"Don't worry, Pikkon. I'll teach it to you. But first, I have to master it myself. It's a pity Piccolo never bothered to explore it fully. He could have been the most powerful being on the earth in time. Now leave, I have to learn how to bring it out all the way. Go train or something," Diamao ordered. If Diamao hadn't been busy collecting his breath on the ground, he would have seen Pikkon's stare. Pikkon was glaring at his `friend.' He thought that this partnership would make him an equal. That it would make him one of the top dogs again. But no, no that wasn't what Diamao had planned. He was just using him to defeat the others. But that was okay, perfectly fine. Pikkon could play by those rules. And Diamao wouldn't like it. Not at all.
Goku awoke the next morning in a puddle of his own drool. He wiped his mouth, and went up to his room, still rubbing his eyes. He saw Goten and Trunks asleep on the stairwell, but thought it best not to disturb them. He walked down the hall a bit, and made a mental note to fix the paint on the walls. It was peeling again.
He walked into his room and saw Chi-chi lying in the bed, still sleeping too, Goku kissed her forehead and smiled to himself. He went into their bathroom and took a shower.
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Bulma carted Vegeta home early that morning, deciding not to let him sleep over. He didn't want to let Vegeta and Goku together when both of them had a hangover. So now Vegeta was sleeping it off on the couch, while she curled her hair in their bedroom.
"Well, I just hope Trunks doesn't make a fool of himself. He got into the sake pretty good last night too. Oh well, Goten will take care of him. Maybe I should talk to Marron and Bra about that... I don't know where they are either," Bulma shrugged and went back to curling her hair. Less then a minute later she brushed her hand with the iron and burned herself, sending her shrieking down the hall into a startled Vegeta, who still had crust in his eyes.
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Diamao hadn't slept that night. He was preoccupied testing his new power limits, and seeing how far they could take him. He also had to get used to this new body. It was more agile then his old one, and was able to hold power much easier. It was almost as if he had discovered the fountain of youth. During his new training he had practiced back flips, kicks, punches and even a few ki attacks he had delved from Piccolo's mind. One special one, called the Special Beam Cannon, he especially enjoyed. But he decided to rename it the Demon Ray instead, the Special Beam Cannon just didn't sound... right. Then he found one called the Makoho. It drew an incredible amount of energy very fast, but that was a problem. Sometimes it would draw to much energy and he would become very weak and simply pass out. He also had come up with a new gi for himself. He had decided on a dark purple gi pants, with purple arm straps and belt, but he kept his brown boots. He was quite fond of them, after
all.
Pikkon had also stayed awake. His strength had been more then tripled in a single instant and his body was more laden with muscle then it had ever been. The swelling had gone down a bit, but he was still pumped up. Pikkon was almost twice as large as he was before, and he could no longer wear his turban or robes. His clothes had been ripped in several places, but he would change them into a different pair later on. A new power he had discovered was that he could change clothes at will... Diamao explained that Nameks could do it too, it had probably been passed to him during the releasing of his power. But there were other powers he was more interested in. He found he could now shoot small, but fast, ki beams through his eyes. That would definitely come in handy in close combat.
"Kaio-ken!" Pikkon heard Diamao shout from across the field. He was going to ignore it, assuming that it was just Diamao experimenting with another of Piccolo's powers, but then he felt Diamao's ki take a sharp increase. It increased had increased by half! Pikkon looked over his shoulder and saw that Diamao was engulfed in a red aura, and his entire body was bulging. His eyes had disappeared and veins were popping up all over his scalp. Diamao's antennae were waving wildly, as if possessed by some strange spirit yanking them wildly. Then, just as suddenly as Diamao had activated the kaio-ken, he dropped out of it. Diamao fell to the ground on all fours, panting and dripping sweat onto the ground. Then, slowly, he began to laugh. It picked up speed, becoming a chuckle, then a belly laugh, the finally an all out bawl. Tears were streaming from Diamao's eyes when Pikkon made his way over to him.
"Diamao? What is it?" he questioned.
"The kaio-ken, Pikkon. That's how we're going to defeat them. With the kaio-ken nothing can defeat us," he told him, finally composing himself. Pikkon didn't understand, however. The kaio-ken had barely raised Diamao's power by half, and even then it had drained him of almost all his power.
"But... look at you. You can't even stand! Even I could defeat you right now, let alone Goku or even Yamcha! I don't know Diamao... the kaio-ken isn't so impressive to me," he told his partner.
"That was only the first step, Pikkon. There are many more. Piccolo just never bothered to use them, that's why it drained so much ki from me. He considered it a `waste of time.' But he is a fool! Goku used this, and reached all the way up to kaio-ken x20. Imagine a kaio-ken x25! Or 30! Think about it, Pikkon. With this technique, none of the Z Warriors can stop us," Diamao told him. But...
"Diamao, I don't know how to do it. How am I supposed to use it against the Z Warriors?"
"Don't worry, Pikkon. I'll teach it to you. But first, I have to master it myself. It's a pity Piccolo never bothered to explore it fully. He could have been the most powerful being on the earth in time. Now leave, I have to learn how to bring it out all the way. Go train or something," Diamao ordered. If Diamao hadn't been busy collecting his breath on the ground, he would have seen Pikkon's stare. Pikkon was glaring at his `friend.' He thought that this partnership would make him an equal. That it would make him one of the top dogs again. But no, no that wasn't what Diamao had planned. He was just using him to defeat the others. But that was okay, perfectly fine. Pikkon could play by those rules. And Diamao wouldn't like it. Not at all.