A/N: Once again, I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT! I do own Agama though!

Episode #4-Fusion in HFIL?!?

"When we last left our heroes, Agama's death grip had left Vegeta out cold, so Trunks and Goten had to fill in for him..."

"Yo! Trunks, let's try the Fusion dance!" They both landed on the ground and tried the Fusion dance. "Fuuuuuusion!" Nothing happened. "Huh? Let's try again!" So they tried several more times, but to no avail. Agama was becoming extremely impatient. "Wait! Just give us one more try..." Trunks voice trailed off as they tried again, and again, and again! On the seventh try, Agama launched off at Trunks, having seen enough of their horrible attempt to fuse. Trunks fought back; with every punch he threw missing its target. "Uh, Goten! A little help?" Trunks barked it more like an order than a suggestion.

"Should I try a Genki Dama?" He asked.

"Are you nuts? That would take to frickin' long!" Trunks spit out, taking punches from Agama. Goten sped forth and grabbed Agama's arms, holding him for Trunks to beat up. "Take that!" Trunks kicked him in the groin, which is if he even had one. Trunks continued to kick the living shit out of him, until he powered up, breaking free of Goten. Despite Agama getting a few hits in, they were able to work together to fight him with an advantage. They ran him up against a very large boulder, and both powered up a Kame Hame Ha.

"NOOOO!" Agama roared, seconds before their deathblows hit him.

"Man! He really wasn't so hard!" Trunks chuckled, amazed at what he did. Before he could go on, the dust cleared to reveal Agama bruised on his arm, but perfectly fine aside from that. "How! We tried so hard..." Trunks backed up, whilst Goten stepped forward.

"Hey! I was thinking, double teaming really isn't that fair, so how about you and me, one on one?" Goten looked Agama straight in the eye, waiting for him to accept his proposition. Without an answer, Agama smirked and attacked Goten, and they were off.

"OH MAN! Goten, have you gone over the deep end? You can't fight him alone, you'll die!" Trunks started to panic, wondering if he should re-join the battle. 'Hurry Dad, wake up! Goten is dead w/o you!'

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Piccolo finally finished cleaning King Yama's office and returned to his quarters, where he proceeded to meditate. He was soon interrupted though, by a very familiar voice. "Hey Piccolo! Long time no see, eh?" It was none other than Frieza, with King Cold standing in the foreground

"You again? Isn't getting killed five times enough, or are you that determined? Even I can defeat you now!" Piccolo grew tired of Frieza's constant repetitive games. Yet he felt no fear of him this time.

"Oh, but you see, this time I have a plan. A very good plan in fact! It's a little something I picked up from Vegeta when he was down here. Guess what it is?" Frieza taunted.

"Oh I don't know, how to die an honorable death?" Piccolo responded sarcastically.

"Why you little! All right dad, let's get on with it, shall we?" King Cold nodded to Frieza, and they stood side by side. Powers building, they began to shout fusion.

"What? The Fusion technique? No way!" Piccolo tried to stop them, but it was too late. The thing(s) who now stood before Piccolo was no longer two people, but a single, powerful entity. Piccolo began to worry a bit, but pulled himself together. 'They're no different. Except for being twice as arrogant and twice as useless.'

"Well, what d' you think? Since King Cold/Prince Frieza sounds a little to lengthy, how about Piccolo's grave diggers?"

Clearing his throat, Piccolo spoke up, "They only grave digging you'll be doing is when I make you dig your own grave before I kill you. That way, it'll save me from any extra work!" Piccolo smirked, thinking of what technique he'll use to finish them off.

Frieza/Cold smirked, thinking of what technique they'll use to finish him off. (A/N: For the sake of my fingers, let's just call Frieza/Cold's fusion, now, let's see, um, Crieza? -_-Horrible name, right? Too bad! You'll have to live with it!) Crieza had Frieza's (final form) head, hands, and tail, Cold's eyes, horns, purple skin, and armor. "Let's begin!" Crieza caught Piccolo off guard, tripping him and stomping on his stomach. Piccolo jumped up and started to power up.

"Don't you have any manners? I let you get ready, now spare me some time! Grrrrr...haaa! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Piccolo began to power up, the ground shaking and cracking. Soon boulders were floating around him, lightning struck his aura, and the sky became dark(er)! Anime style sweat beads formed on Crieza's forehead. "This next trick I'd like to perform is called Super Namek One (SN1)! You're just lucky I'm not fused with Kami now, or I know you'd be running!" said Piccolo smart-alecky. He continued to power up, until he was surrounded by a deep green aura, the same color as his skin. This represents SN1, as a golden aura represents SSJ1-3.

"No matter, we won't be beaten, or even intimated, by a slug! (A/N: Namek is one syllable removed from Japanese for slug. Besides, they've got the little slug antenna on their heads!) Prepare to meet your doom!"

"Nobody calls me a slug and gets away with it! And even if you do kill me, where am I going to go? Detroit?" The Namek chuckled and flew right into Crieza's stomach, fist straightforward, sinking far into the Changeling's body. Removing his fist, Crieza just stood there, stunned and mortified. Shaking all over from the pain, our villain sucked it in.

"You never said...go..." Crieza muttered.

"How rude of me, Go!" Piccolo screamed in his face, which Crieza grabbed him and began to crush him. Piccolo grabbed his throat, and the two kept squeezing until someone fell. Finally, Crieza let go, gasping for air. Piccolo kneed him in the stomach, than elbow dropped his back. Crieza got up, shooting a Frieza Finger Shot, burning the Namek's flesh. Crieza punched Piccolo in the face, and the two launched into the air. Continuing the classic, throw punches, and dodge 'em while flying. "You're pretty good, for a wimp!"

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Goten was doing fairly well against Agama. They were both landing the same amount of punches, at the same amount of power level. This continued for a few minutes. Goten got in a few good kicks, when Agama spoke up. "You do know I'm masking my power, right?"

"Yeah."

"And that I'm going to power up soon."

"That thought crossed my mind."

"Have you thought about your will?"

"No, that hasn't really crossed my mind."

"I like your humor, especially when under such pressure! Too bad I'll have to destroy you." Agama punched Goten with a fiery fist, scorching his skin. He began to power up, cracking the ground in the process. Goten jumped to his feet, not wanting to miss his chance.

"Ready for a surprise?" Goten but his two thumbs and index fingers to his forehead, creating a triangle. A little black hole formed, sucking up Agama's excess Ki and aura. When Agama noticed it, he stopped powering up. Goten took the swirling mass of "dark" energy, and compacted it into a soccer-size ball. He threw it at Agama, blowing up on contact, throwing him through three boulders, each collapsing as he flew. "I like to call it 'A Return!'"

"Dude! Where did you learn that one? 'Cause you gotta teach it to me! I mean, was that a great plan or what?" Trunks kept yapping, but Goten knew his job was far from over.

"Of course the plan was ingenious, I thought of it! Now be quiet, this is where you come in. We have to gang up on him before he leaves the rubble, c'mon!" Goten signaled for Trunks to follow him, and he did. "Now can I try a Genki Dama?" Goten pleaded. Trunks reluctantly nodded. "Ok, but I'm going to need all of your energy for this to do anything to him!" He started his Spirit Bomb, with Trunks adding as much energy to it as he could. Trunks fell to the ground, out of breath. Goten continued to charge up his Spirit Bomb, zapping energy from his surroundings. "Wahhhhhhh!" Goten hurled it at the rubble, causing an explosion so large and brilliant the outskirts of the suburbs of West City were in ruins! "There, pant...pant that should do it!" Goten mumbled. But the dusty pile of dirt (all that was left of the rubble) began to violently shake, and Agama flew out of it, chuckling.

"I took you fellas all the way to the bank! Your puny attacks did nothing to me."

"Liar! I can tell you're a little damaged from my Return!" Goten yelled.

"Silence!!!" Agama fired a tracking bullet sized bomb of energy. Everywhere Goten went, the bomb followed. When he finally was hit, a massive explosion, crumbling the cliff, took place.

Goten crawled to his knees, wiping the blood for his mouth. He had a gash on his back, from where the bullet hit. Out of nowhere, Agama kicked him in the mouth, sending him reeling in pain. Goten looked up, his vision blurry. "I guess...we all have to bite the big one sometime..." Goten got ready for a deathblow, when Trunks attacked Agama. Trunks got in a few good hits, catching Agama off guard.

"Now, Goten, it's my turn!" Trunks powered up, creating two energy disks. Goten got up, and created two weaker ones. They both launched them at him, but he jumped out of they way. He let two twirl on his fingers and dodged them, having them collide and explode. One went through a cliff side, cutting out a mid section. The rest collapsed on Agama, which he caught and threw at the other disk to slow it down. Leading them near each other, Agama timed a jump just right, ready to hear the explosion of the other two colliding, but didn't. Trunks and Goten were anticipating Agama's next move. So they threw them upwards, slicing through his leg, severing it off from the knee down. "Gotcha! Hey Gimpy, how's your leg?" Trunks taunted.

Agama arose, levitating off the ground, a blank stare in his eyes, as blood gushed from the open appendage. His eyes were deep red, pupils absent. "I will...make you suffer." Agama roared, and began to power up, but with a deep black aura. The aura grew to fifty feet across.

"At least it's a, um, clean cut?" Trunks started to shake from fear.

"Trunks, have you, gulp, ever seen a black aura?" Goten couldn't decide which answer would be worse.

"No, but my dad used to have a purple aura, representing the darkness in his heart. I guess this guy is being fed by nothing but pure evil, but even Majin Buu didn't have a black aura, and he was pure evil!"

Trunks answered Goten's question a little to fully for him to handle, and he began to panic. "What do we do? What do we do?" Goten grabbed Trunks shirt and begged for an answer. Trunks slapped him.

"GET UP! Don't wimp out now! Though I suggest we...hide!" They split off in opposite directions, hoping just to live long enough to see dawn again. 'That reminds me; it's already 6:45 AM! When's the sun coming up already?'

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Piccolo grabbed Crieza's arm and flung him into King Yama's office. You can hear King Yama swearing feverishly in the background. Crieza is nowhere to be seen. "Stop hiding, and let's fight!" Piccolo screamed, his voice echoing through the silent world. By now, a crowd had formed around the battleground. Crieza appears behind Piccolo, and grabs his shoulder, detonating a small energy blast, than grabbing him by the neck and pile driving him. Crieza started to beat him up a little, when Piccolo put his legs around Crieza's neck, and twisted it, snapping his neck. "He he he...Sorry about that, but it had to be done." Piccolo turned away when Crieza got up shot an energy desk at Piccolo's neck, but Piccolo sensed it and ducked, letting it hit his arm, which was sliced off. Piccolo quickly grew it back and turned around. "I thought I killed you!"

"I'm already dead, remember?"

"Damn! But how did you escape the frozen pod you were in?"

"I rescued him," King Cold spoke up from inside Crieza's body, "for I was never frozen!"

Piccolo thought over the chain of events. 'Damn! If they're already dead, than my only chance is to freeze them both in! But how am I supposed to that?' Piccolo did a forward flip, head butting Crieza in the process. The crowd began chanting on Piccolo, and he felt empowered. 'Even the bad guys are cheering for the good guy! Crieza must really be hated here!' Piccolo continued blocking all of Crieza's physical attacks, and deflecting all the Ki ones. Piccolo had new founded power flowing through him, as this was the first time he was ever really cheered on in what he did. Now that Piccolo had the crowd on his side, he felt like he could never lose, and technically he couldn't, for he was already dead. Piccolo turned to the crowd, "You want more?" The crowd cheered back a definitive yes. Piccolo kicked Crieza's side, and then grabbed his feet, swinging him around and throwing him up. As Crieza came back down, he flew straight up, breaking Creiza's back on his head.

"THAT'S IT! NO MORE FOOLING AROUND! TIME TO DIE (again), SLUG!" Crieza began to make fake copies of himself, each powering up a Kame Hame Ha. "Which one is the real me?" They all spoke up, "Better find out soon, or we're all going to fry you into Escargot!" Piccolo began punching all the copies, each one fake. When it was narrowed down to only two copies, Crieza quickly had them all fire, leaving Piccolo to burn. After the smoke cleared, they all continued to fire a sustained Frieza Finger Shot, leaving Piccolo to cry out in agony.

The crowd became enraged, and one of the members attacked the Crieza clones, finding the real Crieza and knocking him down. "That should teach ya! Hurry Piccolo! I've bought ya some time," the anonymous man shouted. Piccolo slowly got up, badly beaten on the outside, but harmed most of all was his ego. He had finally won over the crowd and it got to his head, and the next thing he knew, he was down, but not out.

"This is the part where I'm supposed to show you mercy," Piccolo remarked to a cowering Crieza on the ground, "but since you have none; you know what they say, an eye for an eye..."

"...And a tooth for a tooth." Crieza finished Piccolo's sentence. Piccolo began an energy bomb, and, backing up, fired it at Crieza. The smoldering rubble left behind was that of Crieza. But, like all otherworld inhabitants, they knew no death. Crieza reformed, ready for action.

"I guess you want a second round?" Piccolo spit on Crieza, and the two were in a standoff.

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Trunks hid about a mile away, inside a dark cave. 'Oh man! I haven't been this afraid since my fusion wore off in the fight against Buu!'

"Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Agama roared, blowing up the cave, revealing a worried Trunks. "Now you will die!" Trunks ran off, with laser shots trailing behind him.

'I just hope Goten has a better hiding spot than me!' Trunks almost ran into a laser shot ahead of him, whizzing millimeters off his forehead, cutting his bangs. "Hey man! You messed with my hair! Now you're dead!" Agama, instead of backing off, fired an energy ball at him. "Or maybe we talk this over some breakfast?" Trunks sarcastically begged, jumping up and away.

"It seems that our heroes Trunks and Goten have angered Agama passed his breaking point, and now are forced to hide. Piccolo seems to be winning his battle with Crieza, but death has no effect on the fused monster. Stay tuned for scenes of the next DBNB!"

"On the next DBNB...Trunks and Goten are having a run for their money. But what's this? Vegeta is finally up and able? Also, Crieza is suffering the results of a worn of Fusion, and a new player is drawn from the cards! All that and more on the next exciting episode of DBNB!" [Next Episode-#5 Vegeta's Vengeance]