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IT CONTAINS
VIOLENCE
LOW LEVEL COARSE LANGUAGE
MEDIUM LEVEL SEX SCENES
ADULT THEMES
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Chapter One
Ginger Town was busy with life. Being the holidays, and this place being the home of the Big Bagel and many great shopping facilities, tourists from all over the continent had fled to the active settlement.
Clarissa led her tour group to a large building.
"This place is said to be where Cell was first confronted by the large green man from the Cell Games crowd. Not much was known about this man, but he and Cell managed to demolish a great area of the city before the army arrived on the scene."
Several of the tourists took out cameras and began taking pictures of the footpath.
"It is believed that the 'Green Bean', as he has been dubbed, was allied with Cell. This has been supported by one of the survivors, who says that Green refused to acknowledge his pleas for help." Clarissa continued. "Some others say that Green was a participant in several World Martial Arts tournaments. Unfortunatly, entrants names for these tournaments don't match up, and this theory has been scrapped by Cellologists."
Clarissa took a breather, then surveyed the group.
"Any questions?"
"I have one." A lady piped up. She had black hair pulled back in a bun, was dressed in odd clothing, a dress with army boots, and had a wild, dominating look in her eyes.
"Aw, ChiChi!" Her orange-clad husband complained. "Do you have to? I'm hungry!"
"Goku! Cant you think of anything else?" ChiChi snapped.
Some members of the group giggled. They had been arguing like this the entire tour. Some wondered why they were still married. Others wondered why they were married at all!
"Hey!" A girl with purple hair exclaimed, pointing. "Isn't that the Green Bean there?"
Everyone turned, looking down the street at the large figure standing outside the Ginger Town Bank.
"It is Piccolo!" Goku whispered to ChiChi. "What is he doing here?"
"He looks on edge." ChiChi commented back.
Whispers travelled up the street. Everyone was commenting on large green man. Piccolo's eyes darted back and forth, searching.
"I'll be back." Goku chirped to ChiChi, then fazed out.
"Goku!" ChiChi tried to protest.
"Hi!" Goku grinned at Piccolo, fazing in front of him. "What brought you here?"
Piccolo glared at the Saiyan. "Dende sensed things weren't right. So do I."
"Not right?" Goku looked around. "What do you mean?"
"Can't you feel it? Evil is covering this city like a blanket. Flowing like water... or blood."
"I... don't..." Goku concentrated, confused. "I don't feel it."
"It's hiding. It doesn't want anyone to know it's here."
A blood-curling scream rang through the air.
"Where did that come from?" Goku hissed, putting up his guard.
Another scream followed.
"Over there!" Piccolo turned.
"C'mon!" Goku said, taking off.
The two sped towards the source of the screams.
Two heavily cloaked figures marched through the town square, one shorter than the other. Their cloaks were made of a midnight blue, and hoods covered their faces. All that could be seen of the was their hands. Their green, sharp-fingernailed hands.
The short one picked up a terrified business man by his shirt. The man stared down at the hidden face. White fangs smiled up at him, and with little effort, the business man was ki-blasted through the middle.
His dead body bounced as it hit the road.
Onlookers could only scream and cower in terror.
"You see, son? It's not so hard." The larger one spoke with a deep, evil voice. "These humans die so easily, it's like swatting slow, fat flies."
"This is boring." The short one commented, obviously juvenile. "When do we get to the fun bit?"
"There is no fun bit. Hurting innocent people should never be fun."
The two hooded figures turned around.
"Son Goku." The larger one breathed. "So, we meet again."
"This is Son Goku? He doesn't look strong." The younger one remarked of the wild-haired warrior.
"Appearances can be deceiving."
The young one turned again. "Who--?"
"Piccolo." The larger hissed, without taking his eyes of Goku.
"Father...?" The younger questioned. "The other fighter... he's..."
"Silence!" The elder snapped, turning to his son. "Not another word!"
He turned back to Goku.
"It's been so long. At last, after, what, thirty years? At last I can take revenge."
"Thirty years?" Goku repeated.
'Thirty years?' Piccolo began thinking hard.
The elder raised his arms. "You don't remember? I expected more!"
"You're Namekian!" Goku realised, seeing the familiar skin patterns.
"No..." Piccolo whispered, taking a step back.
"Who are you?" Goku demanded.
The elder laughed.