Chapter 3 - The Breaking
NO OWN DBZ!!!!
Buu flew over the entire planet wreaking havoc everywhere he went. The people who were left were all in hiding. The Earth's population had been reduced to one-fourth in a matter of days. The surviving fighters had all been stuck on Kame's Island for days now and they were getting anxious. Piccolo was getting bossier by the day and Gohan and Videl had been together the whole time. Whispering and holding each other close as if they were married. The tension could be cut with a knife. Then one day it was. Yamcha was pacing along the beach repeating to himself "I am not a fighter anymore" over and over. Piccolo was meditating quietly under one of the few trees and he couldn't help but get pissed at Yamcha for disturbing him. "Why don't you go chant somewhere else." Yamcha stopped pacing and looked at Piccolo with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "But Piccolo. I just don't know how I can take it anymore. I mean sure.. you're not that scared because you have a fighting chance but me?!?!? Ha! I don't even care anymore." With that being said he walked away across the island. The conversation stuck inside Piccolo's head and he just couldn't seem to meditate anymore. He walked inside to the sound of the Exercise Channel and Master Roshi's constant drooling over the women on the screen. With a flick of his eyes Piccolo destroyed the television. All at once the four viewers let out a long moan of dismay. Piccolo, being satisfied with his job well done walked to the room where he knew Goten would be. He was sitting there all alone in darkness. Piccolo walked up to him and gently reached out and touched Goten's shoulder. Goten shrugged away from his touch. "I don't need your pity Piccolo!" With that Goten stormed out and slammed the door. Piccolo stood there shocked and confused. Was everyone going crazy? Yamcha's words echoed in his head. "I don't even care anymore....." Is that how everyone felt? Piccolo knew that none of them could last much longer but the thing that bugged him the most is that everyone seemed to be holding out better than him. The whole idea of being stuck there was starting to get to him. "I don't even care anymore." With that he flew through the roof of the building and shot off in the air. A minute later his power could be felt winking out completely. None of the other fighters even noticed. After a few days of not training the rest of the people left on Roshi's island became completely independent. They all realized that they would need to train for their own survival. And while Piccolo seemed gone to the others, he was really hiding on another close island, meditating. He would check up on the others day by day without letting them see him. He needed them to want to survive. With each fighter training, Piccolo made his entrance, picking up the slack and getting the others motivated. This was going to be a tough battle. But with Piccolo teaching, they might just be able to win. **************************************************************************
NO OWN DBZ!!!!
Buu flew over the entire planet wreaking havoc everywhere he went. The people who were left were all in hiding. The Earth's population had been reduced to one-fourth in a matter of days. The surviving fighters had all been stuck on Kame's Island for days now and they were getting anxious. Piccolo was getting bossier by the day and Gohan and Videl had been together the whole time. Whispering and holding each other close as if they were married. The tension could be cut with a knife. Then one day it was. Yamcha was pacing along the beach repeating to himself "I am not a fighter anymore" over and over. Piccolo was meditating quietly under one of the few trees and he couldn't help but get pissed at Yamcha for disturbing him. "Why don't you go chant somewhere else." Yamcha stopped pacing and looked at Piccolo with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "But Piccolo. I just don't know how I can take it anymore. I mean sure.. you're not that scared because you have a fighting chance but me?!?!? Ha! I don't even care anymore." With that being said he walked away across the island. The conversation stuck inside Piccolo's head and he just couldn't seem to meditate anymore. He walked inside to the sound of the Exercise Channel and Master Roshi's constant drooling over the women on the screen. With a flick of his eyes Piccolo destroyed the television. All at once the four viewers let out a long moan of dismay. Piccolo, being satisfied with his job well done walked to the room where he knew Goten would be. He was sitting there all alone in darkness. Piccolo walked up to him and gently reached out and touched Goten's shoulder. Goten shrugged away from his touch. "I don't need your pity Piccolo!" With that Goten stormed out and slammed the door. Piccolo stood there shocked and confused. Was everyone going crazy? Yamcha's words echoed in his head. "I don't even care anymore....." Is that how everyone felt? Piccolo knew that none of them could last much longer but the thing that bugged him the most is that everyone seemed to be holding out better than him. The whole idea of being stuck there was starting to get to him. "I don't even care anymore." With that he flew through the roof of the building and shot off in the air. A minute later his power could be felt winking out completely. None of the other fighters even noticed. After a few days of not training the rest of the people left on Roshi's island became completely independent. They all realized that they would need to train for their own survival. And while Piccolo seemed gone to the others, he was really hiding on another close island, meditating. He would check up on the others day by day without letting them see him. He needed them to want to survive. With each fighter training, Piccolo made his entrance, picking up the slack and getting the others motivated. This was going to be a tough battle. But with Piccolo teaching, they might just be able to win. **************************************************************************