XXXI
The battle ended an hour ago. Piccolo used the last of his energy to regenerate his body, then was taken to Other World where he was to recover until the Grand Kai was finished recuperating enough to heal him completely. Goku, Krillin and Yamcha were all asleep in their homes under the care of their wives. It was surprising they lasted as long as they did, and Goten was still babbling about how great his father and the super kaio- ken were before he left for New Namek to ask the current guardian to create a new set of dragonballs. They wanted to wish that all of the Kimahrians that died when Goku powered up and during the ki struggle would be revived, and the damage done to the continent during their power struggles would be repaired. After all, most likely the ecosystem on the continent would be destroyed with all of the craters and fires raging on it.
Trunks surveyed the crumbled mass of the city. Few buildings were left standing, and those that were didn't survive without large chunks of the supports missing. They'd probably fall in a few hours, leaving nothing but a tattered and ravaged city as the remnants of the epic battle between the Z Warriors and Diamao. He'd have to make a mental note to ask the Grand Kai to spare some construction crews from Other World to repair this place. He felt sort of guilty; it's not like these people had asked for their homes to be destroyed after all. Hell, even the soft mud hundreds of feet below them was littered with the rubble from apartments, factories, stores, and countless other things stationed in the metropolis. The water level in the swamp had risen dozens of feet with the debris scattered among it.
After Tien explained what happened to the Supreme Kai, an immediate declaration was made. Pikkon's statue that once stood proudly in the North Quadrant training grounds was torn down, along with his mansion located on the Grand Kai's planet given to Rykime. He was totally disgraced throughout the North, South, West and East Quadrant barracks, as stories of his fare spread. Rumors that Piccolo had joined Diamao's side willingly, but that was quickly squashed by Baba while she was floating through the training grounds.
Of course, after everyone realized that with the power Diamao gave him Piccolo was as strong as Goku at full power, they began to quiet themselves. After all, who wants to get one of the strongest people in the entire universe mad? But even still, they began to ask themselves an important question: Why hadn't Piccolo ever used the kaio-ken ability before it was able to make him that much stronger? It didn't make any sense. Later Piccolo revealed that he didn't trust the attack. When Diamao used it he became a mad man, unable to even think rationally while fighting the other Z Warriors. Normally it would have been common sense to use a Solar Flare to distract them while he regained some of his energy, but instead Diamao was to high on the adrenaline to even think about that.
But for now, it was peaceful. The sun was coming up over the horizon on Kimahri and small pockets of inhabitants were making their way back into the city, only to find destroyed buildings and a plane of swamp as far as the eye could see. It had been completely ruined, not even the intricate system of bridges survived, leaving the entire thing completely bare. The floating cars and planes that the people entered in reminded Trunks vaguely of the cars he saw back on Earth 25 years ago when they were fighting Zanji. They had the basic designs of cars used back in the twenty and twenty first centuries, but without tires and the doors didn't use handles, they were electronic. In fact, the ones living on this planet didn't look as far from humans as most alien species did. They were a great deal shorter, probably only about 4 or 5 feet tall was the average here. The only other difference that Trunks could notice was that they had a long tail trailing behind them, with brown fur covering it from tip to bottom. Most of them wrapped the tails around their waists, which reminded Trunks of something vaguely, but he couldn't quite place what that was.
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Piccolo sat atop a mountain lying in the fields of Other World. The elevation was close to 58,000 feet, thinning the oxygen around him quite a bit. But as he was deep in meditation, it didn't bother him as much as it would have normally. He was going over what had happened nearly six months ago in his mind, when Diamao possessed his body and forced him to battle with the Z Warriors. He remembered when his heart was twisted with evil and dark desires, forcing his entire being to train and perfect fighting techniques against him. That one saiyan had once been the focal point of Piccolo's entire universe, entering his thoughts daily and his dreams nightly. And even then, at the pinnacle of his fighting power (at the time) Goku defeated him, leaving a gaping wound in his chest and a destroyed tournament stage around them. And then he served him a senzu bean. That damned mother fu... Piccolo took a few deep breaths and calmed himself. Ever since Diamao became part of his body, he found it difficult to contain rage sometimes. It was as if a piece of his heart blackened suddenly, forcing him back 250 years before the Saiyans came to earth. But he was learning to go around it, to change himself all over again. He was positive that anything was possible. Anything at all.
It took one small boy to change his heart before. And now his friends spanned greater then he could have ever imagined. He was well liked in Other World, and he held one of the most coveted positions of power in the entire universe. He was on the most elite fighting team ever created and now he ranked as one of the most powerful fighters in existence.
Yes. Life was good. Piccolo let a faint smile play across his lips. It wasn't very much, the muscles around his mouth barely contracting. It was invisible to anyone who hadn't spent years training and talking to him. Which meant it was invisible to everyone except one person. And at that very moment he was there, and saw it.
Gohan soared in the clouds, watching his first teacher. Hoping to protect him from any danger. Always.
The battle ended an hour ago. Piccolo used the last of his energy to regenerate his body, then was taken to Other World where he was to recover until the Grand Kai was finished recuperating enough to heal him completely. Goku, Krillin and Yamcha were all asleep in their homes under the care of their wives. It was surprising they lasted as long as they did, and Goten was still babbling about how great his father and the super kaio- ken were before he left for New Namek to ask the current guardian to create a new set of dragonballs. They wanted to wish that all of the Kimahrians that died when Goku powered up and during the ki struggle would be revived, and the damage done to the continent during their power struggles would be repaired. After all, most likely the ecosystem on the continent would be destroyed with all of the craters and fires raging on it.
Trunks surveyed the crumbled mass of the city. Few buildings were left standing, and those that were didn't survive without large chunks of the supports missing. They'd probably fall in a few hours, leaving nothing but a tattered and ravaged city as the remnants of the epic battle between the Z Warriors and Diamao. He'd have to make a mental note to ask the Grand Kai to spare some construction crews from Other World to repair this place. He felt sort of guilty; it's not like these people had asked for their homes to be destroyed after all. Hell, even the soft mud hundreds of feet below them was littered with the rubble from apartments, factories, stores, and countless other things stationed in the metropolis. The water level in the swamp had risen dozens of feet with the debris scattered among it.
After Tien explained what happened to the Supreme Kai, an immediate declaration was made. Pikkon's statue that once stood proudly in the North Quadrant training grounds was torn down, along with his mansion located on the Grand Kai's planet given to Rykime. He was totally disgraced throughout the North, South, West and East Quadrant barracks, as stories of his fare spread. Rumors that Piccolo had joined Diamao's side willingly, but that was quickly squashed by Baba while she was floating through the training grounds.
Of course, after everyone realized that with the power Diamao gave him Piccolo was as strong as Goku at full power, they began to quiet themselves. After all, who wants to get one of the strongest people in the entire universe mad? But even still, they began to ask themselves an important question: Why hadn't Piccolo ever used the kaio-ken ability before it was able to make him that much stronger? It didn't make any sense. Later Piccolo revealed that he didn't trust the attack. When Diamao used it he became a mad man, unable to even think rationally while fighting the other Z Warriors. Normally it would have been common sense to use a Solar Flare to distract them while he regained some of his energy, but instead Diamao was to high on the adrenaline to even think about that.
But for now, it was peaceful. The sun was coming up over the horizon on Kimahri and small pockets of inhabitants were making their way back into the city, only to find destroyed buildings and a plane of swamp as far as the eye could see. It had been completely ruined, not even the intricate system of bridges survived, leaving the entire thing completely bare. The floating cars and planes that the people entered in reminded Trunks vaguely of the cars he saw back on Earth 25 years ago when they were fighting Zanji. They had the basic designs of cars used back in the twenty and twenty first centuries, but without tires and the doors didn't use handles, they were electronic. In fact, the ones living on this planet didn't look as far from humans as most alien species did. They were a great deal shorter, probably only about 4 or 5 feet tall was the average here. The only other difference that Trunks could notice was that they had a long tail trailing behind them, with brown fur covering it from tip to bottom. Most of them wrapped the tails around their waists, which reminded Trunks of something vaguely, but he couldn't quite place what that was.
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Piccolo sat atop a mountain lying in the fields of Other World. The elevation was close to 58,000 feet, thinning the oxygen around him quite a bit. But as he was deep in meditation, it didn't bother him as much as it would have normally. He was going over what had happened nearly six months ago in his mind, when Diamao possessed his body and forced him to battle with the Z Warriors. He remembered when his heart was twisted with evil and dark desires, forcing his entire being to train and perfect fighting techniques against him. That one saiyan had once been the focal point of Piccolo's entire universe, entering his thoughts daily and his dreams nightly. And even then, at the pinnacle of his fighting power (at the time) Goku defeated him, leaving a gaping wound in his chest and a destroyed tournament stage around them. And then he served him a senzu bean. That damned mother fu... Piccolo took a few deep breaths and calmed himself. Ever since Diamao became part of his body, he found it difficult to contain rage sometimes. It was as if a piece of his heart blackened suddenly, forcing him back 250 years before the Saiyans came to earth. But he was learning to go around it, to change himself all over again. He was positive that anything was possible. Anything at all.
It took one small boy to change his heart before. And now his friends spanned greater then he could have ever imagined. He was well liked in Other World, and he held one of the most coveted positions of power in the entire universe. He was on the most elite fighting team ever created and now he ranked as one of the most powerful fighters in existence.
Yes. Life was good. Piccolo let a faint smile play across his lips. It wasn't very much, the muscles around his mouth barely contracting. It was invisible to anyone who hadn't spent years training and talking to him. Which meant it was invisible to everyone except one person. And at that very moment he was there, and saw it.
Gohan soared in the clouds, watching his first teacher. Hoping to protect him from any danger. Always.