Chapter 11
Each of the Z Warriors and Pikkon appeared in predetermined sections of the planet's capital city, where Packer had set up his main stead of operations. Everyone was paired up together, making it easier to dispatch any enemies that they might come up against. Goku was with Gohan, Vegeta with Diamao. Goten stayed with Trunks, while Krillin and Yamcha joined together. Pikkon and Tien were the last two, and they were also assigned to look out duty. Pikkon thought this was perfect, considering that he was planning on going through the teams systematically, defeating one after the other. Tien would be an easy person to start with, as the humans he didn't expect much trouble from.
When Tien let go of Pikkon's arm after using shunkiado to transport to the surface, they both looked up in amazement at the sites... Kimahri looked to be a very advanced world, with sky scrapers towing nearly five hundred stories, bridges through the skies with no way to hold them up, as far as Tien or Pikkon could see. Elongated oval shapes hung in the sky, a type of car, Tien figured. There were other shapes, such as long rectangles and a flat triangle. The rectangle was probably a bus, but the triangle was something he couldn't figure. It was dark, most likely midnight on the planet. Stars sparkled through the sky, despite them being in the city, which only meant that the planet had small problems with pollution. All of the buildings were extremely tall and clean, gleaming in the moonlight and faint 'streetlights.'
For the first time, Pikkon realized he was standing on a bridge. It was a very narrow one at that, and he couldn't figure why they needed bridges when they had flying cars anyway. When he looked over the edge, he noticed a drop that looked to be several hundred feet. It wasn't dangerous to him, as he could fly. But to a regular person who was lacking in that department, it would be very lethal. Of course, this advanced civilization had yet to think of rails, however, since there were no guard rails surrounding the bridge. He looked up and down it, but found that he couldn't see either end. Where the bridges connected, he didn't know, but he was confident that it was safe. After all, it was most likely designed to support much more weight then he could generate. But as he looked from side to side, he began to realize that everything was connected by bridges. There were no walkways or roads, no parks and trees. There were just bridges stretching across the sky, connecting every few miles to an octagon shaped area that held together eight pathways.
He looked over, and saw that Tien was still looking over the edge of the bridge, still amazed that it could stand. Pikkon decided that it was time to begin his rampage, and start dropping the small flies first. He was only wearing his blue shirt and white pants, so he didn't have to worry about removing his robes.
"Hey, Tien," he called gruffly, watching as the triclops slowly turned his head. "How strong are you?"
"Strong enough to deal with anyone we'll find on here. Why?" he asked cautiously, eyeing Pikkon as if he could sense something wasn't quite right. And then, his concerns were confirmed:
"Strong enough, eh? You think you're strong enough, do you? You don't know what power is!" Pikkon yelled, tensing his muscles and standing straight, a white aura exploding around him. He was surprised when he didn't see any of the road fly up around him.
"Pikkon... What are you doing?" He asked, not sure what was happening.
"What am I doing? I'm sending you back where you belong! It's time, my friend. Goku must die, and you with him! All of you," He cried, sweeping his arm from side to side, as if outlining an entire army of Tien's. "I'm tired of it, don't you see? I'm tired of living in his shadow. I'm tired of listening to the people of Other World fawning over him! It's my turn again. I'm going to be the star. Me, not him. Never again."
"Pikkon... Listen to yourself! You can't beat Goku. Hell, not even Vegeta can beat Goku, and he's one of the strongest people out here. Come on man, you don't want to do this. We have a job to do! We can't fool around right now," Tien said, pleading with Pikkon. He didn't want to have to hurt him. Last time they fought Tien had come close to spanking him totally.
"I'm not the same as I was before, Tien. I'm much stronger since then," he told his opponent. Then, narrowed his eyes and crouched into a stance. "Much stronger."
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"So, Vegeta, do you think we'll be able to beat this guy Packer? Sounds tough to me," Diamao drawled, watching Vegeta for his reaction.
"What's your point, Namek? I am the prince of the saiyans! No one in the universe is stronger then me!"
"Oh really, Vegeta? Are you sure? What if I was to say that I was more powerful then you," Diamao asked, slightly excited at what he knew was coming next. Vegeta laughed for several seconds before he got a hold of himself and managed a response.
"You? Piccolo, you haven't been stronger then me since you first fused with Kami," he chuckled, unbelieving that Piccolo would even suggest something like that.
"I'm not Piccolo, Vegeta. I am Piccolo Diamao," he said, a smirk playing across his face.
"What are you talking about Piccolo?"
"I'm Piccolo Diamao. Piccolo's father. Long ago Goku defeated me; I've been waiting in hell. Now I have fused with my son and I'm much stronger then I've ever been. Hell, not even you're stronger then me now!" he crowed, letting Vegeta's anger boil.
"You... fused with Piccolo? Are you joking?" he asked, not quite sure what was happening. But he didn't like it... He powered up.
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Pikkon punched Tien in the jaw, sending the three-eyed man spiraling off the edge of the walkway. On his way down, he managed to spin around and grab a hold of the side with one hand, but just barely. He was already bloodied and battered from earlier blows struck by the alien. Blood ran freely from the corners of his mouth and bruises already littered his scarred chest. Tien could feel that several of his ribs were broken, along with his left arm. His third eye was quickly swelling up and he had already drained his ki trying to run from Pikkon. He was running on his normal human endurance now, and in a fight with someone of Pikkon's power, he wouldn't last very long. Hell, he wasn't even lasting now.
Pikkon smirked as he saw Tien dangling from the edge. He drew closer; floating slightly above the concrete, shooting small pieces of road that had been chipped off into the air. Pikkon finally felt in control again, like he was in charge. For the first time in a hundred years he was finally able to win in a fight against the Z Warriors. The power that Diamao unlocked was truly amazing.
"So, Tien. Do you know... That I am going to kill you? Well, not in the obvious sense, of course. But I'm going to re-kill you. And once I do that... you're gone," Pikkon smiled even wider at that, showing his teeth. "You're finally gone. And do you know what else? Diamao, Piccolo's father, is up ahead now. He's going to kill Vegeta too. I'm going to pick off each one of your friends one at a time. They'll finally be gone too."
"Do you..." Tien started. He had to stop at that and face downwards. Pikkon wasn't sure what he was doing at first, then he saw, and heard, Tien coughing up blood. It was a strange sound, a hacking sound more then a coughing one. Tien was truly pitiful on that ledge... Yes, he was. "Do you realize that Goku will stop you? It doesn't matter how... h-... how strong Diamao is! Goku will beat him! Don't you understand? Do-" Tien was about to finish his speech, but then Pikkon crouched down and put his hand in front of Tien's face.
Tien saw the small particles of energy gathering in his opponents hand, but he couldn't quite believe it. After all he had done, all he had sacrificed, he was going to be erased. None of what he had done mattered, it was all for nothing. The yellow slips of energy swirled, creating a ball in Pikkon's hand. Tien closed his eyes, he wouldn't allow himself to be killed like this. Not by Pikkon. Tien opened all his eyes widely and whispered something inaudible to even Pikkon. Then... he let go. Tien felt himself fall faster and faster, unable to stop his decent. He would die, same as if he had let Pikkon kill him, but this way at least he would die with honor. He wouldn't allow Pikkon to be the one to kill him, if he died he wanted to go by his own hands. Not by some alien scum's.
Tien fell even more rapidly, knowing that he couldn't stop himself. The buildings whirled by, a collage of black and white paints, some windows reflecting him. The bridge was quickly dimming in the distance, and he could feel that there wasn't much longer until he was dead. The ground was rushing up beneath him. He had closed his eyes again when he started to fall, but now he opened them. He would die with honor.
Each of the Z Warriors and Pikkon appeared in predetermined sections of the planet's capital city, where Packer had set up his main stead of operations. Everyone was paired up together, making it easier to dispatch any enemies that they might come up against. Goku was with Gohan, Vegeta with Diamao. Goten stayed with Trunks, while Krillin and Yamcha joined together. Pikkon and Tien were the last two, and they were also assigned to look out duty. Pikkon thought this was perfect, considering that he was planning on going through the teams systematically, defeating one after the other. Tien would be an easy person to start with, as the humans he didn't expect much trouble from.
When Tien let go of Pikkon's arm after using shunkiado to transport to the surface, they both looked up in amazement at the sites... Kimahri looked to be a very advanced world, with sky scrapers towing nearly five hundred stories, bridges through the skies with no way to hold them up, as far as Tien or Pikkon could see. Elongated oval shapes hung in the sky, a type of car, Tien figured. There were other shapes, such as long rectangles and a flat triangle. The rectangle was probably a bus, but the triangle was something he couldn't figure. It was dark, most likely midnight on the planet. Stars sparkled through the sky, despite them being in the city, which only meant that the planet had small problems with pollution. All of the buildings were extremely tall and clean, gleaming in the moonlight and faint 'streetlights.'
For the first time, Pikkon realized he was standing on a bridge. It was a very narrow one at that, and he couldn't figure why they needed bridges when they had flying cars anyway. When he looked over the edge, he noticed a drop that looked to be several hundred feet. It wasn't dangerous to him, as he could fly. But to a regular person who was lacking in that department, it would be very lethal. Of course, this advanced civilization had yet to think of rails, however, since there were no guard rails surrounding the bridge. He looked up and down it, but found that he couldn't see either end. Where the bridges connected, he didn't know, but he was confident that it was safe. After all, it was most likely designed to support much more weight then he could generate. But as he looked from side to side, he began to realize that everything was connected by bridges. There were no walkways or roads, no parks and trees. There were just bridges stretching across the sky, connecting every few miles to an octagon shaped area that held together eight pathways.
He looked over, and saw that Tien was still looking over the edge of the bridge, still amazed that it could stand. Pikkon decided that it was time to begin his rampage, and start dropping the small flies first. He was only wearing his blue shirt and white pants, so he didn't have to worry about removing his robes.
"Hey, Tien," he called gruffly, watching as the triclops slowly turned his head. "How strong are you?"
"Strong enough to deal with anyone we'll find on here. Why?" he asked cautiously, eyeing Pikkon as if he could sense something wasn't quite right. And then, his concerns were confirmed:
"Strong enough, eh? You think you're strong enough, do you? You don't know what power is!" Pikkon yelled, tensing his muscles and standing straight, a white aura exploding around him. He was surprised when he didn't see any of the road fly up around him.
"Pikkon... What are you doing?" He asked, not sure what was happening.
"What am I doing? I'm sending you back where you belong! It's time, my friend. Goku must die, and you with him! All of you," He cried, sweeping his arm from side to side, as if outlining an entire army of Tien's. "I'm tired of it, don't you see? I'm tired of living in his shadow. I'm tired of listening to the people of Other World fawning over him! It's my turn again. I'm going to be the star. Me, not him. Never again."
"Pikkon... Listen to yourself! You can't beat Goku. Hell, not even Vegeta can beat Goku, and he's one of the strongest people out here. Come on man, you don't want to do this. We have a job to do! We can't fool around right now," Tien said, pleading with Pikkon. He didn't want to have to hurt him. Last time they fought Tien had come close to spanking him totally.
"I'm not the same as I was before, Tien. I'm much stronger since then," he told his opponent. Then, narrowed his eyes and crouched into a stance. "Much stronger."
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"So, Vegeta, do you think we'll be able to beat this guy Packer? Sounds tough to me," Diamao drawled, watching Vegeta for his reaction.
"What's your point, Namek? I am the prince of the saiyans! No one in the universe is stronger then me!"
"Oh really, Vegeta? Are you sure? What if I was to say that I was more powerful then you," Diamao asked, slightly excited at what he knew was coming next. Vegeta laughed for several seconds before he got a hold of himself and managed a response.
"You? Piccolo, you haven't been stronger then me since you first fused with Kami," he chuckled, unbelieving that Piccolo would even suggest something like that.
"I'm not Piccolo, Vegeta. I am Piccolo Diamao," he said, a smirk playing across his face.
"What are you talking about Piccolo?"
"I'm Piccolo Diamao. Piccolo's father. Long ago Goku defeated me; I've been waiting in hell. Now I have fused with my son and I'm much stronger then I've ever been. Hell, not even you're stronger then me now!" he crowed, letting Vegeta's anger boil.
"You... fused with Piccolo? Are you joking?" he asked, not quite sure what was happening. But he didn't like it... He powered up.
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Pikkon punched Tien in the jaw, sending the three-eyed man spiraling off the edge of the walkway. On his way down, he managed to spin around and grab a hold of the side with one hand, but just barely. He was already bloodied and battered from earlier blows struck by the alien. Blood ran freely from the corners of his mouth and bruises already littered his scarred chest. Tien could feel that several of his ribs were broken, along with his left arm. His third eye was quickly swelling up and he had already drained his ki trying to run from Pikkon. He was running on his normal human endurance now, and in a fight with someone of Pikkon's power, he wouldn't last very long. Hell, he wasn't even lasting now.
Pikkon smirked as he saw Tien dangling from the edge. He drew closer; floating slightly above the concrete, shooting small pieces of road that had been chipped off into the air. Pikkon finally felt in control again, like he was in charge. For the first time in a hundred years he was finally able to win in a fight against the Z Warriors. The power that Diamao unlocked was truly amazing.
"So, Tien. Do you know... That I am going to kill you? Well, not in the obvious sense, of course. But I'm going to re-kill you. And once I do that... you're gone," Pikkon smiled even wider at that, showing his teeth. "You're finally gone. And do you know what else? Diamao, Piccolo's father, is up ahead now. He's going to kill Vegeta too. I'm going to pick off each one of your friends one at a time. They'll finally be gone too."
"Do you..." Tien started. He had to stop at that and face downwards. Pikkon wasn't sure what he was doing at first, then he saw, and heard, Tien coughing up blood. It was a strange sound, a hacking sound more then a coughing one. Tien was truly pitiful on that ledge... Yes, he was. "Do you realize that Goku will stop you? It doesn't matter how... h-... how strong Diamao is! Goku will beat him! Don't you understand? Do-" Tien was about to finish his speech, but then Pikkon crouched down and put his hand in front of Tien's face.
Tien saw the small particles of energy gathering in his opponents hand, but he couldn't quite believe it. After all he had done, all he had sacrificed, he was going to be erased. None of what he had done mattered, it was all for nothing. The yellow slips of energy swirled, creating a ball in Pikkon's hand. Tien closed his eyes, he wouldn't allow himself to be killed like this. Not by Pikkon. Tien opened all his eyes widely and whispered something inaudible to even Pikkon. Then... he let go. Tien felt himself fall faster and faster, unable to stop his decent. He would die, same as if he had let Pikkon kill him, but this way at least he would die with honor. He wouldn't allow Pikkon to be the one to kill him, if he died he wanted to go by his own hands. Not by some alien scum's.
Tien fell even more rapidly, knowing that he couldn't stop himself. The buildings whirled by, a collage of black and white paints, some windows reflecting him. The bridge was quickly dimming in the distance, and he could feel that there wasn't much longer until he was dead. The ground was rushing up beneath him. He had closed his eyes again when he started to fall, but now he opened them. He would die with honor.