Chapter 7: Pikon's Last Stand
The darkening of HELL's sky was a sign of judgment. In a matter of seconds, its warm orange glow had deepened to a heavy red, before finally fading to a hazy purple. The evil hearts of the villains that were seeking vengeance had corrupted it with their vile thoughts. Down below in the combat arena, Pikon awaited his fate.
"I won't lose to the likes of you!" He ripped off his shirt, showcasing his proud muscles in hopes of intimidating some of those closing in on his location, but still they came. Pikon would only have a chance at full power. He clenched his teeth and strained his body, trying to pull in all the energy he could. Sweat poured off Pikon's forehead as his body shook in anticipation. The first attacker was only a few yards away!
Frieza and King Cold were eager to exact their revenge and led the assault. The royal family beefed themselves up, enlarging their frames to twice their size, all the while screaming in anger. Cell and Cooler were not too far behind and even farther back, Turliss, the Spice Boys, and every known villain in the universe followed. The sky was filled with ferocious monsters, all hoping to get a piece of their instigator before he was torn to shreds.
"Take this you freaks!" Pikon moved both his hands simultaneously, drawing a circle in the air which caught fire instantly. He sent a wave of energy into the floating flames and they began to spiral towards his enemies. The devastating Rolling Thunder technique caught Frieza and his father off guard, blasting them through the ranks of bad guys descending towards Pikon and knocking them unconscious. He stared past the point of attack, using the purple light of the sky to look for Cell and Cooler, but they were nowhere to be seen!
Both tyrants appeared out of nowhere and double-kicked Pikon in the chest. The air sizzled freshly with their recently re-formed bodies. Using Instant Transmission had allowed them to get a drop on their foe. The daring green warrior stood his ground but currently was short of breath from the sudden trauma to both his lungs. Cell and MetaCooler acted quickly and continued the beating by firing joint energy blasts into Pikon's chest. His body sailed through the air, charred black and fried. He lay on the ground for what felt like minutes, constantly blacking out and coming too.
"I think that's enough for now," he heard Cell say to his silver plated comrade, Cooler.
"He's beaten . . . there's no more fun in this," Cooler replied, sounding distant to Pikon as though it were being said in a dream.
"Yes, so true! I think the others can have fun now. We have more pressing issues to attend to." Cell agreed. The android's bio-metallic body squeaked with each step as he walked away. The sound eventually was drowned out by the dozens of voices plotting against Pikon.
Pikon tried to open his eyes, painful as it was. When he finally managed to, all he could see were hundreds of glowing eyes staring at him, waiting for him to awaken.
"He's finally up," Frieza hissed, aching for payback after being fried by Pikon's first attack.
"Yes he is," Cold answered his son, "I don't think we should take him lightly this time though. Does everybody agree?"
There was some discussion amongst the ranks but it was decided.
"Let's finish him," Raditz told everybody as he smiled, "I want to see him in hundreds of pieces!"
"Good idea monkey!" Frieza taunted.
"Don't mess with me fool! I can destroy you now if I want!" Raditz shouted back, sending off a shockwave of golden energy. His presence was definitely felt by the weaker bad guys that collapsed under his show of power.
"You wan to try me!" Frieza instigated the saiyan some more. The muscles in his body bulged outward and the veins on the violet dome covering his head jutted outward.
"Kids! All in good time! In case you have forgotten, our good friend Pikon is still waiting for us," King Cold announced, "What? Where is his body!" When everybody had been arguing how to dispose of him, Pikon had escaped.
Without Cell and MetaCooler to stand in his way, he could destroy all these fools where they stand, "Up here morons!" Pikon yelled. His skin was still healing, but he would have more than enough energy left to defeat everybody in one hit, "Burning . . . " Pikon's kicks sliced through the air, forming a visible triangle of fire in the sky, "Pyramid . . ." his ability to focus power was amazing, and the air around him seemed to be undulating like waves in the ocean, "ATTACK!" He roared at them with all his might and the liquid blaze was sent forth. It dropped like a boulder down a mountain, gaining more and more speed as it neared the bottom.
"Run for your lives!" Medamacha, a green, reptilian flunky of Lord Slug screamed out. The black pupils in his large yellow eyes swirled in every direction as he ran about before he ended up slamming into King Cold.
The king was laughing heartily, "Ha ha, this is nothing. Frieza! Raditz! Get over here and help me send this back to its sender. Pikon will have to learn never to mess with royal family again! The rest of you . . . get ready to fire on my command!" King Cold's eyes opened wide as he lurched forward. The huge black horns on his head retracted into his skull with a sickening slurp. His body was shaking uncontrollably, allowing a forbidden power to surface that hadn't been seen for millennia. The thought about using it never had crossed his mind when facing the super saiyan known as Trunks, but this time he'd be pulling no punches. King Cold's cranium shuddered as it grew to three times its normal length and his body enlarged even more than before. His new gruesome form, his third transformed state, held more power then Frieza could even hope to attain at his fourth.
Cold's pink tail slapped the ground with a thunderous boom and sent rock flying everywhere. The purple layer of skin that covered his species' head, chest and shoulders now stretched like a spider's web around his entire body. It was the ultimate living armor for the ultimate power in the universe, "Mwa ha ha ha! Yes! DO IT NOW!"
The sound of close to a hundred energy blasts charging up at the same time was deafening. One by one the streaks of light left their owner's hands, illuminating HELL with an alternative light source. Raditz, Nappa, and Turliss all gave it their all and shot a triple energy beam that merged into one massive glowing ball before hitting the target. King Cold and Frieza unleashed their awesome powers in the form of hot orange spheres of Ki lined in red. They poured both attacks into one and it formed a superheated miniature of the sun. In moments it grew to hundreds of times its normal size and flew into Pikon's attack, disintegrating it.
Horrified, Pikon tried flying out of the path of the supernova. When he reached the edge of the flaming ball hundreds of energy beams slammed into him, blowing him back into the false star's face. There was no way out, and he knew it. The sky was alight with the fury of HELL itself, and the light would soon be put out. Pikon placed his hands in front of his body and tried blocking the attack, but that didn't even slow it down. He found himself barreling towards the upper layer of HELL, the unbreakable ceiling that kept the unworthy from treading in the rest of Otherworld. If he couldn't stop it before he hit, it would be all over.
"No . . . not like this, I won't let it end like this!" Pikon wailed, wincing as he put all his effort into moving the ball off of him. He only had seconds to spare, only seconds to summon whatever hidden strength he had left in him. Pikon was running out of time, the purple clouds lining the ceiling had already been broken through, 'Damn . . . Goku, Grand Kai . . . everybody . . . I'm sorry.' When Pikon's body met the ceiling of HELL, his defense broke open and the Death Ball overtook him. It seared through his skin, boiling his organs instantly and turned his muscle into mush. In pain, excruciating pain he felt every part of his body get ripped apart. He knew there would be no coming back from this, that there would be no second Otherworld. This was the end. Before he was entirely wiped from existence, Pikon watched the attack eat its way through the ceiling, peeling away billions of year's worth of fortification. Red cracks spread from the epicenter of the blast and shook the top of HELL in a massive mid-air earthquake.
In its last burning moments, the ball of fire screamed out of hell, blowing up a huge part of Snakeway and leaving a hole for all to see. Soon afterwards it dissipated and down below the evil ones reveled in their victory. Light from the top poured in to their domain while dark clouds flowed out. Amongst the cheers and laughter, one voice rose above the rest.
"My evil brothers, our time has come! We will finally get our revenge on those that sent us to eternity!" Raditz exclaimed, "Otherworld is ours!"
The new super saiyan's kin applauded his words, and so did most of the lower cronies waiting to show their might. Cold and Frieza were slightly amused, but for whatever plans Raditz could have had, they had different ones of their own.
"Father, where did Cooler go?" Frieza asked.
After looking around without success, King Cold shook his head, " I don't know. It's of no worry to us. Cooler is a big boy."
Frieza smirked, "Fine. I guess now we should be saying something to the primate that allowed us all to escape."
"Really?" Cold inquired
"No!" Frieza and his father had a good laugh and begun to fly towards the gaping void where the legendary Snakeway once stood.
Meanwhile, at the Otherworld Check in Station . . .
"Boy what a slow day it is!" A short, stocky pink demon said to another.
"It's welcome after all the stuff we had to do when Buu was raging out and about! We didn't get to sleep for weeks from all that paperwork!" his friend replied.
"Quiet you two," King Yamma boomed from his perch hundreds of feet above the lesser demon's heads," I'm trying to take a catnap."
"Oh, sorry . . ." the short demon apologized as he lowered his voice so that he didn't bother his supervisor. He couldn't help but be impressed not only by King Yamma's giant size, but by his fine pressed suit, dignified horned hat, and professional attitude too. The entry level demon daydreamed and hoped that one of these days he might take over that position. Oh to be king . . . He began to talk with his counterpart again but was interrupted by a loud noise coming from his bosses lips.
"OOOOuuch . . . ." King Yamma screamed out before falling out of his chair. His red skin turned pale as he struggled to get some air into his lungs. He held his stomach and coughed continuously, unable to speak to his subordinates. All he could do was point to his desk. When the other demons looked up, the huge drawer of his skyscraper sized desk fell to the floor and splintered into a thousand pieces.
"You were right," Cooler said, his shiny metal skin flickering under the bright lights of the Spirit Station, "they did lead us right here!"
"Speaking of them, here they are now!"
The handful of workers able to escape the battle in HELL raced into the room, huffing and wheezing from exhaustion. They couldn't even look up so they just screamed in unison, "King Yamma! The prisoner's have escaped and Pikon is in trouble!"
When there was no response they raised their heads and saw Cell gloating over their heads as he stood on the desk a few hundred feet above the ground, "Why thank you gentlemen for the warning! I'll be sure to note that!" Cell laughed at the pitiful demons and grabbed hold of the loud speaker for the building, "Ladies and gentlemen of Otherworld, please come and visit the new rulers of the universe; the almighty MetaCooler and the devious Cell!"
They were caught up in laughter and were too busy to notice another group of demons rush into the room, in much the same way the first had, "King Yamma! It's bad . . . Buu has escaped the Dead Zone along with Garlic Junior!"
"I've heard of this Garlic Jr. from his associates . . ." Cooler began.
"But yes, who is this Buu and why does it have them so worried?" Cell finished the thought.
When the bunch of demons noticed the king wasn't responding they looked up. As soon as they saw the two nasty villains, they ran for their lives. Still in thought but very aware of them, Cell let out a small energy blast and blew the escaping cowards apart. He would have to find out who this Buu person was.
Power Levels Galore:
Frieza (100%-Perfect): 20,000,000
King Cold(3rd State): 30,000,000
Power of SuperDeathBall: 100,000,000
Pikon (Full Power): 70,000,000
Power of BurningPyramidAttack: 90,000,000
Medamacha: 32,000
Cell and MetaCooler have the same power as before (Combined total of 90,000,000).
The darkening of HELL's sky was a sign of judgment. In a matter of seconds, its warm orange glow had deepened to a heavy red, before finally fading to a hazy purple. The evil hearts of the villains that were seeking vengeance had corrupted it with their vile thoughts. Down below in the combat arena, Pikon awaited his fate.
"I won't lose to the likes of you!" He ripped off his shirt, showcasing his proud muscles in hopes of intimidating some of those closing in on his location, but still they came. Pikon would only have a chance at full power. He clenched his teeth and strained his body, trying to pull in all the energy he could. Sweat poured off Pikon's forehead as his body shook in anticipation. The first attacker was only a few yards away!
Frieza and King Cold were eager to exact their revenge and led the assault. The royal family beefed themselves up, enlarging their frames to twice their size, all the while screaming in anger. Cell and Cooler were not too far behind and even farther back, Turliss, the Spice Boys, and every known villain in the universe followed. The sky was filled with ferocious monsters, all hoping to get a piece of their instigator before he was torn to shreds.
"Take this you freaks!" Pikon moved both his hands simultaneously, drawing a circle in the air which caught fire instantly. He sent a wave of energy into the floating flames and they began to spiral towards his enemies. The devastating Rolling Thunder technique caught Frieza and his father off guard, blasting them through the ranks of bad guys descending towards Pikon and knocking them unconscious. He stared past the point of attack, using the purple light of the sky to look for Cell and Cooler, but they were nowhere to be seen!
Both tyrants appeared out of nowhere and double-kicked Pikon in the chest. The air sizzled freshly with their recently re-formed bodies. Using Instant Transmission had allowed them to get a drop on their foe. The daring green warrior stood his ground but currently was short of breath from the sudden trauma to both his lungs. Cell and MetaCooler acted quickly and continued the beating by firing joint energy blasts into Pikon's chest. His body sailed through the air, charred black and fried. He lay on the ground for what felt like minutes, constantly blacking out and coming too.
"I think that's enough for now," he heard Cell say to his silver plated comrade, Cooler.
"He's beaten . . . there's no more fun in this," Cooler replied, sounding distant to Pikon as though it were being said in a dream.
"Yes, so true! I think the others can have fun now. We have more pressing issues to attend to." Cell agreed. The android's bio-metallic body squeaked with each step as he walked away. The sound eventually was drowned out by the dozens of voices plotting against Pikon.
Pikon tried to open his eyes, painful as it was. When he finally managed to, all he could see were hundreds of glowing eyes staring at him, waiting for him to awaken.
"He's finally up," Frieza hissed, aching for payback after being fried by Pikon's first attack.
"Yes he is," Cold answered his son, "I don't think we should take him lightly this time though. Does everybody agree?"
There was some discussion amongst the ranks but it was decided.
"Let's finish him," Raditz told everybody as he smiled, "I want to see him in hundreds of pieces!"
"Good idea monkey!" Frieza taunted.
"Don't mess with me fool! I can destroy you now if I want!" Raditz shouted back, sending off a shockwave of golden energy. His presence was definitely felt by the weaker bad guys that collapsed under his show of power.
"You wan to try me!" Frieza instigated the saiyan some more. The muscles in his body bulged outward and the veins on the violet dome covering his head jutted outward.
"Kids! All in good time! In case you have forgotten, our good friend Pikon is still waiting for us," King Cold announced, "What? Where is his body!" When everybody had been arguing how to dispose of him, Pikon had escaped.
Without Cell and MetaCooler to stand in his way, he could destroy all these fools where they stand, "Up here morons!" Pikon yelled. His skin was still healing, but he would have more than enough energy left to defeat everybody in one hit, "Burning . . . " Pikon's kicks sliced through the air, forming a visible triangle of fire in the sky, "Pyramid . . ." his ability to focus power was amazing, and the air around him seemed to be undulating like waves in the ocean, "ATTACK!" He roared at them with all his might and the liquid blaze was sent forth. It dropped like a boulder down a mountain, gaining more and more speed as it neared the bottom.
"Run for your lives!" Medamacha, a green, reptilian flunky of Lord Slug screamed out. The black pupils in his large yellow eyes swirled in every direction as he ran about before he ended up slamming into King Cold.
The king was laughing heartily, "Ha ha, this is nothing. Frieza! Raditz! Get over here and help me send this back to its sender. Pikon will have to learn never to mess with royal family again! The rest of you . . . get ready to fire on my command!" King Cold's eyes opened wide as he lurched forward. The huge black horns on his head retracted into his skull with a sickening slurp. His body was shaking uncontrollably, allowing a forbidden power to surface that hadn't been seen for millennia. The thought about using it never had crossed his mind when facing the super saiyan known as Trunks, but this time he'd be pulling no punches. King Cold's cranium shuddered as it grew to three times its normal length and his body enlarged even more than before. His new gruesome form, his third transformed state, held more power then Frieza could even hope to attain at his fourth.
Cold's pink tail slapped the ground with a thunderous boom and sent rock flying everywhere. The purple layer of skin that covered his species' head, chest and shoulders now stretched like a spider's web around his entire body. It was the ultimate living armor for the ultimate power in the universe, "Mwa ha ha ha! Yes! DO IT NOW!"
The sound of close to a hundred energy blasts charging up at the same time was deafening. One by one the streaks of light left their owner's hands, illuminating HELL with an alternative light source. Raditz, Nappa, and Turliss all gave it their all and shot a triple energy beam that merged into one massive glowing ball before hitting the target. King Cold and Frieza unleashed their awesome powers in the form of hot orange spheres of Ki lined in red. They poured both attacks into one and it formed a superheated miniature of the sun. In moments it grew to hundreds of times its normal size and flew into Pikon's attack, disintegrating it.
Horrified, Pikon tried flying out of the path of the supernova. When he reached the edge of the flaming ball hundreds of energy beams slammed into him, blowing him back into the false star's face. There was no way out, and he knew it. The sky was alight with the fury of HELL itself, and the light would soon be put out. Pikon placed his hands in front of his body and tried blocking the attack, but that didn't even slow it down. He found himself barreling towards the upper layer of HELL, the unbreakable ceiling that kept the unworthy from treading in the rest of Otherworld. If he couldn't stop it before he hit, it would be all over.
"No . . . not like this, I won't let it end like this!" Pikon wailed, wincing as he put all his effort into moving the ball off of him. He only had seconds to spare, only seconds to summon whatever hidden strength he had left in him. Pikon was running out of time, the purple clouds lining the ceiling had already been broken through, 'Damn . . . Goku, Grand Kai . . . everybody . . . I'm sorry.' When Pikon's body met the ceiling of HELL, his defense broke open and the Death Ball overtook him. It seared through his skin, boiling his organs instantly and turned his muscle into mush. In pain, excruciating pain he felt every part of his body get ripped apart. He knew there would be no coming back from this, that there would be no second Otherworld. This was the end. Before he was entirely wiped from existence, Pikon watched the attack eat its way through the ceiling, peeling away billions of year's worth of fortification. Red cracks spread from the epicenter of the blast and shook the top of HELL in a massive mid-air earthquake.
In its last burning moments, the ball of fire screamed out of hell, blowing up a huge part of Snakeway and leaving a hole for all to see. Soon afterwards it dissipated and down below the evil ones reveled in their victory. Light from the top poured in to their domain while dark clouds flowed out. Amongst the cheers and laughter, one voice rose above the rest.
"My evil brothers, our time has come! We will finally get our revenge on those that sent us to eternity!" Raditz exclaimed, "Otherworld is ours!"
The new super saiyan's kin applauded his words, and so did most of the lower cronies waiting to show their might. Cold and Frieza were slightly amused, but for whatever plans Raditz could have had, they had different ones of their own.
"Father, where did Cooler go?" Frieza asked.
After looking around without success, King Cold shook his head, " I don't know. It's of no worry to us. Cooler is a big boy."
Frieza smirked, "Fine. I guess now we should be saying something to the primate that allowed us all to escape."
"Really?" Cold inquired
"No!" Frieza and his father had a good laugh and begun to fly towards the gaping void where the legendary Snakeway once stood.
Meanwhile, at the Otherworld Check in Station . . .
"Boy what a slow day it is!" A short, stocky pink demon said to another.
"It's welcome after all the stuff we had to do when Buu was raging out and about! We didn't get to sleep for weeks from all that paperwork!" his friend replied.
"Quiet you two," King Yamma boomed from his perch hundreds of feet above the lesser demon's heads," I'm trying to take a catnap."
"Oh, sorry . . ." the short demon apologized as he lowered his voice so that he didn't bother his supervisor. He couldn't help but be impressed not only by King Yamma's giant size, but by his fine pressed suit, dignified horned hat, and professional attitude too. The entry level demon daydreamed and hoped that one of these days he might take over that position. Oh to be king . . . He began to talk with his counterpart again but was interrupted by a loud noise coming from his bosses lips.
"OOOOuuch . . . ." King Yamma screamed out before falling out of his chair. His red skin turned pale as he struggled to get some air into his lungs. He held his stomach and coughed continuously, unable to speak to his subordinates. All he could do was point to his desk. When the other demons looked up, the huge drawer of his skyscraper sized desk fell to the floor and splintered into a thousand pieces.
"You were right," Cooler said, his shiny metal skin flickering under the bright lights of the Spirit Station, "they did lead us right here!"
"Speaking of them, here they are now!"
The handful of workers able to escape the battle in HELL raced into the room, huffing and wheezing from exhaustion. They couldn't even look up so they just screamed in unison, "King Yamma! The prisoner's have escaped and Pikon is in trouble!"
When there was no response they raised their heads and saw Cell gloating over their heads as he stood on the desk a few hundred feet above the ground, "Why thank you gentlemen for the warning! I'll be sure to note that!" Cell laughed at the pitiful demons and grabbed hold of the loud speaker for the building, "Ladies and gentlemen of Otherworld, please come and visit the new rulers of the universe; the almighty MetaCooler and the devious Cell!"
They were caught up in laughter and were too busy to notice another group of demons rush into the room, in much the same way the first had, "King Yamma! It's bad . . . Buu has escaped the Dead Zone along with Garlic Junior!"
"I've heard of this Garlic Jr. from his associates . . ." Cooler began.
"But yes, who is this Buu and why does it have them so worried?" Cell finished the thought.
When the bunch of demons noticed the king wasn't responding they looked up. As soon as they saw the two nasty villains, they ran for their lives. Still in thought but very aware of them, Cell let out a small energy blast and blew the escaping cowards apart. He would have to find out who this Buu person was.
Power Levels Galore:
Frieza (100%-Perfect): 20,000,000
King Cold(3rd State): 30,000,000
Power of SuperDeathBall: 100,000,000
Pikon (Full Power): 70,000,000
Power of BurningPyramidAttack: 90,000,000
Medamacha: 32,000
Cell and MetaCooler have the same power as before (Combined total of 90,000,000).