Well, here's chapter 18. This mainly deals with the character's thoughts as to their current predicament. (Everyone other than Sabre) Don't worry, I'll have more sweet action soon, I promise ^_^
Enjoy the chapter.
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18
11.2.43
GCS Dante, Outer Sol System
2345 Hours
After the commotion had been explained to the rest of the Z-team by a crewmember, the group retired to their quarters. It had been a long day, filled with surprises they could not have imagined had they not borne witness to them themselves. The group also had a collective sense of uneasiness, which years of experience had told them that something was indeed amiss. Eve, who was supposed to bunk with Trunks and Bulma, was no where to be found. They had been told that she was "occupied" and would return to them as soon as she was finished. Also, Goku had explained to them the series of alarms that had been set off by the Necron stowaway. Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien were currently discussing their situation in their quarters, laying in their beds in total darkness. No one had been able to figure out how to turn on the lights.
"You guys, are you sure we can handle this? I mean, we weren't even close to being a match for Cell, and now we're going off to fight some aliens who are whole lot stronger than him. I have a bad feeling about this..." Krillin said, the worry in his voice evident.
Yamcha responded, equally doubtful, "I know what you mean. We can't even keep up with Goku or Vegeta, or even Piccolo. How are we supposed to get that strong? It doesn't seem possible."
Tien spoke up, "But why did that guy take us with him? Why are we here now if he doesn't think we can hack it? He said he was a full-blooded human, just like us, which means we can get as strong as them. I'm sure we can."
"How do we know he isn't lying? He could be some type of radical alien that just looks human." Krillin argued.
Yamcha seconded Krillin's opinion, "Yeah, why did we even come here to begin with?"
"Because Goku agreed to," was Tien's terse reply.
Yamcha sighed. "That's just it, we're always doing what he wants to. Who elected him the leader? Now, don't get me wrong Goku's great, I mean, we've all known him since he was a little kid. But ever since then, he's always been stronger than us. Is that the only reason we follow him? We always fight with him, and what always happens? We get killed. I almost bought it back there with that android, and then, if it wasn't for Gohan, those god-awful little blue monsters would have killed us all, for sure." Yamcha said, referring to the Cell Jrs. Cell had sent upon them.
"What are you saying?" Krillin asked, concerned about Yamcha's sudden change of opinion.
"I'm just saying we should reconsider our options. How are we supposed to even train with those guys? If they go Super Saiyan, there is no way we would be able to keep up. Hell, we can hardly keep up when they're not Super Saiyans. I'm not sure if we should even be here."
"Yamcha, what are you saying? Have you gone crazy? This is what we DO. We're warriors. We may not be as strong as the other guys, but we do the best we can. It's all we can do. Do you know why the others have gotten so strong? Because they never doubt themselves. Haven't you ever watched Goku and Vegeta train? They are so driven, so focused, that they push themselves to unbelievable levels of power. Us? We're just schoolboys in comparison. We don't put nearly as much effort into our training as they do. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because they're Saiyans and have this insane urge to fight all the time. Vegeta and Goku LOVE to fight. It's like a game to them. If we can push ourselves harder than we ever have before, I know we can get stronger."
"Maybe...but I don't know. It seems like we have so much farther to go. We only have so much time before we get to wherever we're going. And speaking of that, what's up with this whole war thing? That scares the shit out of me. How are we supposed to concentrate on fighting while we're getting shot at? There's no way we can to both."
Krillin added his two cents. "Yeah, that's what I'm worried about, more than anything. We've never gotten into a situation like this. It's unreal. Think about it: we're on board a spaceship, heading for god-knows-where, all because this guy shows up and says he needs help. And not only that, but we're on our way to fight in a war, something none of us has been exposed to. We've never had to worry about getting shot before, but after what happened in that training room...they didn't even have a chance."
Tien, the only one whose determination hadn't wavered, tried to reassure the other two. "Guys, I think the thing we have to be worried most about is our self-doubt. That's all we ever do, worry about our abilities. We let it blind us to the fact that we aren't that weak at all. We have to stop worrying. As soon as we start training tomorrow, my goal is to get as strong as the rest of them, I don't care what it takes. I'm tired of being a hindrance, tired of being saved. I want to help out, for real this time, and I'm gonna do it."
The determination in Tien's voice was evident, and the other two were silent for a few moments. Krillin was struck by his resolve and decided that he too would push himself more than he was accustomed to. Yamcha, on the other hand, was not quite as gung-ho.
"I'm with you Tien. I'm tired of being the weakest link too. It's about time we start pulling our weight around here," Krillin resolved.
"But, how can you guys be so sure of yourselves. What if-"
Tien cut Yamcha off. "Stop thinking "what if". If you keep thinking that way, all you'll do is keep on worrying. You have to stop being so doubtful. Look, me and Krillin will be there for you. We're a team remember? We may not be as strong as the others, yet, so for now, let's just watch out for each other."
Yamcha was silent for a moment, then spoke. "Do you really think we can do this?"
"Yes I do, Yamcha, yes I do."
Krillin yawned loudly. "Alright guys, I think it's time we call it a night. If we're gonna become all big and bad, we're gonna need some rest. It's been a long day."
"I hear you man." Tien rolled over in his bed. "Good night."
"So guys, do you-"
Krillin and Tien both cut him off in unison. "Yes!"
"Okay, just making sure. Good night."
None of the humans fell asleep for quite a while, each reflecting deeply on their current situation, and their resolve to increase their power. Each of them had their doubts, but none more so than Yamcha. For some reason he couldn't shake this ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen, and soon. The thing was, he always got these feelings just before something went wrong, like when Vegeta arrived on Earth and when the androids appeared. He also had the feeling just before Cell showed up. He had never said anything to anyone about it, he just thought of it as some really weird coincidences. But now, now he was absolutely sure that something was going to happen.
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In the right-had adjoining room, Android 18 had been listening in to the humans' conversation with her enhanced hearing. She, however, had managed to turn the lights on. She was rather impressed by Tien's determination to become as strong as the others. She had been programmed with information on all of them, but as of late they had not been acting according to the profiles Dr. Gero had given her. Especially that small, bald human, named Krillin. He had spared her life by smashing that remote, and then he had taken care of her after she had been regurgitated by Cell. She knew this because although she was unconscious, her sensory input systems still recorded the events around her.
But something was troubling her. She did not know why, but for some reason every time she looked at Krillin, she got a strange feeling in her stomach. Her body temperature would raise a few degrees, and she would lose her normally level composure. And from what she could tell, the human became the same way around her. What did this mean? She was afraid that she had some sort of attraction to him. But why? It made no sense. On the other hand, Dr. Gero had programmed she and 17 to be as human as possible. But why Krillin?
All of a sudden she felt overwhelmed. She was still hurting over the loss of her brother, 17, and 16, who valiantly tried to protect her from that monster Cell. The only two entities in the world who could understand her, or even relate to her, were both dead. She was angry at Cell who had killed 16 and absorbed 17. She was angry with Gohan who killed Cell, thus sealing her brother's fate, and also angry with Krillin for giving her these strange feelings amidst all her grief. And she too, was unsure as to why she was on this ship heading for a far-off galaxy to fight a fight she had no reason to even know existed. She began to weep. She cried for the loss of her only friends, she cried because she was sorry for herself, and she cried because she was alone.
She was greatly burdened with all of the events her short life had screwed her with, but decided that she would press on. Why? Because that is what 16 and 17 would have wanted her to do. Sitting here and feeling sorry for herself would accomplish nothing. She went over to the sink and washed the tears out of her eyes. If she was going to continue, she decided she had to get out of the clothes she was wearing. She rummaged through the closet until she found and acceptable outfit that fit her. It consisted of a pair of grey baggy pants, a blue vest, and a white T-shirt that cut off just above her navel, revealing a perfectly flat stomach.
Checking herself out in the mirror, she decided that it would do for now, and went to her bed. She pressed a small button on the wall above her head, shutting off the lights. Now in total darkness, she became uneasy. It reminded her of when Dr. Gero had shut her an 17 down. She wasn't sure that she would ever wake up again. But then a picture of that cute, little bald human crawled into her mind, and she relaxed. There was just something about him, something that she liked. Making a resolve of her own, she decided that she would try and become closer to Krillin, the only one of them who had cared about her. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep, putting her doubts about her life to rest with the reassurance that she had something to live for.
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At the end of the hall, Piccolo had no doubts in his mind. He was calm and stoic as usual, deep in a meditative trance. He was hovering above his bed, something he thought of as a silly comfort, and was currently preparing himself for the training tomorrow. They had been doing a lot of that lately, he noticed. First it was for the androids, then for Cell. The universe had been quite busy as of late, deciding to throw all these challenges at them in such close proximity.
While Piccolo appeared completely silent, he was actually communicating with Kami and Nail, the two Nameks he had fused with. Now, it was not a conversation with words, it was more along the lines of a mental river, with their essences all mingling, each being able to understand the other. They proved to be valuable sources of information most times, but now, they were at a loss of ideas. Neither Nail, nor Kami had ever heard of this Galactic Coalition, nor this race of Necrons. Each of them was as surprised as the other at this turn of events.
But, they had a goal. Piccolo, although he was stronger than the humans, was still far too weak to be considered a serious contender anymore. The Saiyans had all reached new levels of power, and Gohan...Gohan had exceed all expectations. The boy was the only person who he really loved, who he really cared for. Ever since Goku had died fighting Radditz, Piccolo felt he owed the young boy a debt of gratitude he could never express to his father. So, he trained him, trained him to be a warrior, something which Gohan was a natural at, but lacked the desire. He was not like his father at all. Perhaps this was due to the influence of Chi-Chi. That woman...
That was the one thing that always held the boy back, his reluctance to fight. He would only do so effectively if his friends were in mortal danger, something which made for some very close calls in the past. After Gohan had finally learned to control his awesome power during the fight with Cell, he had become far more formidable, yet he still lacked the true warrior spirit. Goku, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't imbue that trait into his son. Not that there would be anything wrong with that in an ideal universe, but this was hardly anything but ideal. So for now, he knew the boy would fight. But he was still a boy.
Piccolo felt it was a shame, though, that he could no longer train him effectively. Gohan had become so strong that his assistance would probably be more of a hindrance than anything else. It was up to Sabre to train him now, something he was not comfortable with at all. The fact that this supposed human had come out of nowhere to ask for their assistance was strange enough, but the fact he was so much stronger than them made it even more so. Why would an obviously superior fighter ask for assistance from a group of weaker ones? It simply was not logical. Perhaps he knew something they did not, something he had neglected to tell them...but that was pure speculation.
So, for now, he would do as this Sabre said. Besides, he needed to become stronger. Not being an effective warrior was making him angry and bitter. He relished the days when Goku and he were equals, when they could both fight at full power, neither of them having a decisive advantage. But now, now he had become far too ineffective. The battle with Cell had proved it beyond a doubt. He wondered exactly how the human planned to train them, how they were supposed to become stronger.
It was Kami's essence who came up with the logical answer.
"So, Piccolo, you are blind to the obvious as ever," Kami's essence told him.
"What are you talking about?"
"What do Goku, Vegeta, and all the Saiyans have in common?"
"I don't have time for this, old fool!"
"They all have the ability to transform into Super Saiyans."
"Yes, Kami, we all know that. Have you gone senile?"
Kami ignored him. "And this Sabre who claims to be a human, he transforms as well, does he not?"
"It appears so..."
"So if Saiyans and humans can transform to vastly increase their power, why cannot Nameks?"
Nail joined in. "Yes, I remember one time the elder Namek saying something once, about a legendary Namek who managed to reach an unbelievable level of power. He said it was not currently possible in our present forms, so that must have meant we can transform as well!"
Piccolo was shocked that he had not thought of it himself. It was so obvious, so simple. When he was training in the Room of Spirit and Time, he felt he was missing something, something important. He had gotten stronger, but not nearly as much as he could have. That fact had bothered him for a little while, but he had dismissed it as simply feeling inferior to the Super Saiyans.
With this realization, he had suddenly become much more pleased with himself. He was not destined to be a second-rate warrior for the rest of his life, he had the ability to ascend. So, beginning tomorrow, that would be his focus for as long as it would take. To become a "Super Namek" was his all-consuming goal, although he would have to think of a better name...
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This is only part one of 'reflections'. Chap. 19 will be up as soon as I can write it, but I start work tomorrow, so don't expect TOO much. At least I'll make enough money this summer to pimp out my truck, get a new computer, get DSL (*drools uncontrolably), and save some money for *ack* college. And, if any of you are curious to my behavior in the DBZ forum, think nothing of it. I am merely having fun with those over-sensitive individuals. But, I will take a break from harassing them, on the advice of Paladone, and because I will simply lack the time for those frivolous posts.
And Ares, did ya get my fic???
Enjoy the chapter.
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18
11.2.43
GCS Dante, Outer Sol System
2345 Hours
After the commotion had been explained to the rest of the Z-team by a crewmember, the group retired to their quarters. It had been a long day, filled with surprises they could not have imagined had they not borne witness to them themselves. The group also had a collective sense of uneasiness, which years of experience had told them that something was indeed amiss. Eve, who was supposed to bunk with Trunks and Bulma, was no where to be found. They had been told that she was "occupied" and would return to them as soon as she was finished. Also, Goku had explained to them the series of alarms that had been set off by the Necron stowaway. Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien were currently discussing their situation in their quarters, laying in their beds in total darkness. No one had been able to figure out how to turn on the lights.
"You guys, are you sure we can handle this? I mean, we weren't even close to being a match for Cell, and now we're going off to fight some aliens who are whole lot stronger than him. I have a bad feeling about this..." Krillin said, the worry in his voice evident.
Yamcha responded, equally doubtful, "I know what you mean. We can't even keep up with Goku or Vegeta, or even Piccolo. How are we supposed to get that strong? It doesn't seem possible."
Tien spoke up, "But why did that guy take us with him? Why are we here now if he doesn't think we can hack it? He said he was a full-blooded human, just like us, which means we can get as strong as them. I'm sure we can."
"How do we know he isn't lying? He could be some type of radical alien that just looks human." Krillin argued.
Yamcha seconded Krillin's opinion, "Yeah, why did we even come here to begin with?"
"Because Goku agreed to," was Tien's terse reply.
Yamcha sighed. "That's just it, we're always doing what he wants to. Who elected him the leader? Now, don't get me wrong Goku's great, I mean, we've all known him since he was a little kid. But ever since then, he's always been stronger than us. Is that the only reason we follow him? We always fight with him, and what always happens? We get killed. I almost bought it back there with that android, and then, if it wasn't for Gohan, those god-awful little blue monsters would have killed us all, for sure." Yamcha said, referring to the Cell Jrs. Cell had sent upon them.
"What are you saying?" Krillin asked, concerned about Yamcha's sudden change of opinion.
"I'm just saying we should reconsider our options. How are we supposed to even train with those guys? If they go Super Saiyan, there is no way we would be able to keep up. Hell, we can hardly keep up when they're not Super Saiyans. I'm not sure if we should even be here."
"Yamcha, what are you saying? Have you gone crazy? This is what we DO. We're warriors. We may not be as strong as the other guys, but we do the best we can. It's all we can do. Do you know why the others have gotten so strong? Because they never doubt themselves. Haven't you ever watched Goku and Vegeta train? They are so driven, so focused, that they push themselves to unbelievable levels of power. Us? We're just schoolboys in comparison. We don't put nearly as much effort into our training as they do. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because they're Saiyans and have this insane urge to fight all the time. Vegeta and Goku LOVE to fight. It's like a game to them. If we can push ourselves harder than we ever have before, I know we can get stronger."
"Maybe...but I don't know. It seems like we have so much farther to go. We only have so much time before we get to wherever we're going. And speaking of that, what's up with this whole war thing? That scares the shit out of me. How are we supposed to concentrate on fighting while we're getting shot at? There's no way we can to both."
Krillin added his two cents. "Yeah, that's what I'm worried about, more than anything. We've never gotten into a situation like this. It's unreal. Think about it: we're on board a spaceship, heading for god-knows-where, all because this guy shows up and says he needs help. And not only that, but we're on our way to fight in a war, something none of us has been exposed to. We've never had to worry about getting shot before, but after what happened in that training room...they didn't even have a chance."
Tien, the only one whose determination hadn't wavered, tried to reassure the other two. "Guys, I think the thing we have to be worried most about is our self-doubt. That's all we ever do, worry about our abilities. We let it blind us to the fact that we aren't that weak at all. We have to stop worrying. As soon as we start training tomorrow, my goal is to get as strong as the rest of them, I don't care what it takes. I'm tired of being a hindrance, tired of being saved. I want to help out, for real this time, and I'm gonna do it."
The determination in Tien's voice was evident, and the other two were silent for a few moments. Krillin was struck by his resolve and decided that he too would push himself more than he was accustomed to. Yamcha, on the other hand, was not quite as gung-ho.
"I'm with you Tien. I'm tired of being the weakest link too. It's about time we start pulling our weight around here," Krillin resolved.
"But, how can you guys be so sure of yourselves. What if-"
Tien cut Yamcha off. "Stop thinking "what if". If you keep thinking that way, all you'll do is keep on worrying. You have to stop being so doubtful. Look, me and Krillin will be there for you. We're a team remember? We may not be as strong as the others, yet, so for now, let's just watch out for each other."
Yamcha was silent for a moment, then spoke. "Do you really think we can do this?"
"Yes I do, Yamcha, yes I do."
Krillin yawned loudly. "Alright guys, I think it's time we call it a night. If we're gonna become all big and bad, we're gonna need some rest. It's been a long day."
"I hear you man." Tien rolled over in his bed. "Good night."
"So guys, do you-"
Krillin and Tien both cut him off in unison. "Yes!"
"Okay, just making sure. Good night."
None of the humans fell asleep for quite a while, each reflecting deeply on their current situation, and their resolve to increase their power. Each of them had their doubts, but none more so than Yamcha. For some reason he couldn't shake this ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen, and soon. The thing was, he always got these feelings just before something went wrong, like when Vegeta arrived on Earth and when the androids appeared. He also had the feeling just before Cell showed up. He had never said anything to anyone about it, he just thought of it as some really weird coincidences. But now, now he was absolutely sure that something was going to happen.
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In the right-had adjoining room, Android 18 had been listening in to the humans' conversation with her enhanced hearing. She, however, had managed to turn the lights on. She was rather impressed by Tien's determination to become as strong as the others. She had been programmed with information on all of them, but as of late they had not been acting according to the profiles Dr. Gero had given her. Especially that small, bald human, named Krillin. He had spared her life by smashing that remote, and then he had taken care of her after she had been regurgitated by Cell. She knew this because although she was unconscious, her sensory input systems still recorded the events around her.
But something was troubling her. She did not know why, but for some reason every time she looked at Krillin, she got a strange feeling in her stomach. Her body temperature would raise a few degrees, and she would lose her normally level composure. And from what she could tell, the human became the same way around her. What did this mean? She was afraid that she had some sort of attraction to him. But why? It made no sense. On the other hand, Dr. Gero had programmed she and 17 to be as human as possible. But why Krillin?
All of a sudden she felt overwhelmed. She was still hurting over the loss of her brother, 17, and 16, who valiantly tried to protect her from that monster Cell. The only two entities in the world who could understand her, or even relate to her, were both dead. She was angry at Cell who had killed 16 and absorbed 17. She was angry with Gohan who killed Cell, thus sealing her brother's fate, and also angry with Krillin for giving her these strange feelings amidst all her grief. And she too, was unsure as to why she was on this ship heading for a far-off galaxy to fight a fight she had no reason to even know existed. She began to weep. She cried for the loss of her only friends, she cried because she was sorry for herself, and she cried because she was alone.
She was greatly burdened with all of the events her short life had screwed her with, but decided that she would press on. Why? Because that is what 16 and 17 would have wanted her to do. Sitting here and feeling sorry for herself would accomplish nothing. She went over to the sink and washed the tears out of her eyes. If she was going to continue, she decided she had to get out of the clothes she was wearing. She rummaged through the closet until she found and acceptable outfit that fit her. It consisted of a pair of grey baggy pants, a blue vest, and a white T-shirt that cut off just above her navel, revealing a perfectly flat stomach.
Checking herself out in the mirror, she decided that it would do for now, and went to her bed. She pressed a small button on the wall above her head, shutting off the lights. Now in total darkness, she became uneasy. It reminded her of when Dr. Gero had shut her an 17 down. She wasn't sure that she would ever wake up again. But then a picture of that cute, little bald human crawled into her mind, and she relaxed. There was just something about him, something that she liked. Making a resolve of her own, she decided that she would try and become closer to Krillin, the only one of them who had cared about her. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep, putting her doubts about her life to rest with the reassurance that she had something to live for.
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At the end of the hall, Piccolo had no doubts in his mind. He was calm and stoic as usual, deep in a meditative trance. He was hovering above his bed, something he thought of as a silly comfort, and was currently preparing himself for the training tomorrow. They had been doing a lot of that lately, he noticed. First it was for the androids, then for Cell. The universe had been quite busy as of late, deciding to throw all these challenges at them in such close proximity.
While Piccolo appeared completely silent, he was actually communicating with Kami and Nail, the two Nameks he had fused with. Now, it was not a conversation with words, it was more along the lines of a mental river, with their essences all mingling, each being able to understand the other. They proved to be valuable sources of information most times, but now, they were at a loss of ideas. Neither Nail, nor Kami had ever heard of this Galactic Coalition, nor this race of Necrons. Each of them was as surprised as the other at this turn of events.
But, they had a goal. Piccolo, although he was stronger than the humans, was still far too weak to be considered a serious contender anymore. The Saiyans had all reached new levels of power, and Gohan...Gohan had exceed all expectations. The boy was the only person who he really loved, who he really cared for. Ever since Goku had died fighting Radditz, Piccolo felt he owed the young boy a debt of gratitude he could never express to his father. So, he trained him, trained him to be a warrior, something which Gohan was a natural at, but lacked the desire. He was not like his father at all. Perhaps this was due to the influence of Chi-Chi. That woman...
That was the one thing that always held the boy back, his reluctance to fight. He would only do so effectively if his friends were in mortal danger, something which made for some very close calls in the past. After Gohan had finally learned to control his awesome power during the fight with Cell, he had become far more formidable, yet he still lacked the true warrior spirit. Goku, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't imbue that trait into his son. Not that there would be anything wrong with that in an ideal universe, but this was hardly anything but ideal. So for now, he knew the boy would fight. But he was still a boy.
Piccolo felt it was a shame, though, that he could no longer train him effectively. Gohan had become so strong that his assistance would probably be more of a hindrance than anything else. It was up to Sabre to train him now, something he was not comfortable with at all. The fact that this supposed human had come out of nowhere to ask for their assistance was strange enough, but the fact he was so much stronger than them made it even more so. Why would an obviously superior fighter ask for assistance from a group of weaker ones? It simply was not logical. Perhaps he knew something they did not, something he had neglected to tell them...but that was pure speculation.
So, for now, he would do as this Sabre said. Besides, he needed to become stronger. Not being an effective warrior was making him angry and bitter. He relished the days when Goku and he were equals, when they could both fight at full power, neither of them having a decisive advantage. But now, now he had become far too ineffective. The battle with Cell had proved it beyond a doubt. He wondered exactly how the human planned to train them, how they were supposed to become stronger.
It was Kami's essence who came up with the logical answer.
"So, Piccolo, you are blind to the obvious as ever," Kami's essence told him.
"What are you talking about?"
"What do Goku, Vegeta, and all the Saiyans have in common?"
"I don't have time for this, old fool!"
"They all have the ability to transform into Super Saiyans."
"Yes, Kami, we all know that. Have you gone senile?"
Kami ignored him. "And this Sabre who claims to be a human, he transforms as well, does he not?"
"It appears so..."
"So if Saiyans and humans can transform to vastly increase their power, why cannot Nameks?"
Nail joined in. "Yes, I remember one time the elder Namek saying something once, about a legendary Namek who managed to reach an unbelievable level of power. He said it was not currently possible in our present forms, so that must have meant we can transform as well!"
Piccolo was shocked that he had not thought of it himself. It was so obvious, so simple. When he was training in the Room of Spirit and Time, he felt he was missing something, something important. He had gotten stronger, but not nearly as much as he could have. That fact had bothered him for a little while, but he had dismissed it as simply feeling inferior to the Super Saiyans.
With this realization, he had suddenly become much more pleased with himself. He was not destined to be a second-rate warrior for the rest of his life, he had the ability to ascend. So, beginning tomorrow, that would be his focus for as long as it would take. To become a "Super Namek" was his all-consuming goal, although he would have to think of a better name...
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This is only part one of 'reflections'. Chap. 19 will be up as soon as I can write it, but I start work tomorrow, so don't expect TOO much. At least I'll make enough money this summer to pimp out my truck, get a new computer, get DSL (*drools uncontrolably), and save some money for *ack* college. And, if any of you are curious to my behavior in the DBZ forum, think nothing of it. I am merely having fun with those over-sensitive individuals. But, I will take a break from harassing them, on the advice of Paladone, and because I will simply lack the time for those frivolous posts.
And Ares, did ya get my fic???