A/N: Don't ask. Just don't ask. This is what comes of reading Piccolo fanfics for over an hour and a half straight…Quite enjoyable to write, but strange to read. Heh. Anyway, to continue…
Disclaimer: Don't own the copyrights to any of the things mentioned in this fic. *sniff*
To be the Greatest
A trickle of sweat ran down the side of Gohan's head, but that didn't stop a cocky grin from manifesting itself on his face. "You know there's no way that you can win." He wiped the back of his hand quickly across his perspiring face, then resumed his focus.
His opponent gritted his teeth. "You'll never beat me!"
"Oh yeah? Take this!"
Piccolo twitched, and scowled. "You're good, kid. But not good enough. Hah!" He leaned forward with the intensity of his concentration.
It was Gohan's turn to flinch. "Oooh, you've learned something. But I've been training longer than you have! I'm stronger than you!"
"You may have trained longer, but I have strategy!" Piccolo grinned at Gohan, exposing his fang-like eyeteeth. "Try this!"
"Hah! That trick? Don't think you can pull the wool over my eyes! I know all the tricks in the book, and I've even invented a few of my own. Like this!" He moved violently.
With a grunt, Piccolo responded to the challenge, and sent a scathing attack at Gohan. But Gohan had a couple attacks of his own, and he was only to eager to demonstrate.
"Where…Where did you get those abilities?!" demanded the green-skinned Namek.
Gohan freed a hand long enough to wag a finger admonishingly. "Tsk tsk. That's what you get for being a slacker. If you trained as much as I have, you might have learned them too."
The two men faced each other, engaged in a contest of wills, neither willing to give in. Both stared intently at each other, only glancing elsewhere occasionally. The confrontation lasted all of ten minutes. Then both men let out a dual shout.
"What do you mean, draw?!"
Gohan looked up at Piccolo with a sheepish grin. "I guess we both won then."
"Mm." The Namek didn't bother to comment. He stood, stretching stiff back muscles. "I never knew that Pokémon could take up so much time." He dropped his Gameboy onto the cushion he'd been sitting on, where it bounced once, then came to rest.
"Yeah. It's pretty fun, huh?" Gohan yawned and went through a languorous contortion that skillfully unknotted all the muscles in his back and arms. "You need to train your Hitmonchan, though. Teach it some TMs or HMs."
"Heh. And you need work on your Machoke. Its attack is pretty weak."
"You bet! We'll both train hard!"
"I will beat you some day."
"Ditto."
The two fighters looked at each other for a moment, then Gohan started laughing, and Piccolo actually cracked a smile.
"What would ChiChi say if she knew I was playing Pokémon instead of training?" chuckled Gohan.
"We might be able to get her to play too…there is an option for a female player."
"Can you just see her? She'd steamroll any trainer that got in her way!" Gohan rubbed a few tears of amusement off his face, and took a deep breath.
"We should at least get in a few hours of practice," said Piccolo, trying to get the mental image of ChiChi shouting "Hitmonlee! I choose you!" out of his head.
"You're right," smiled Gohan cheerfully. "Let's go." ^_^
They flew out of the retreat and into the evening sunlight. A few snippets of conversation carried over the wind.
"So, do you think that I should get a Golem?…"
"It's durable, but I prefer Hitmontop…"
"Ice types are neat too."
~*owari*~
*ducks* Please don't hurt me…Reviews are appreciated, and flames will be used to keep my bishounen warm. ^_^