A/N: Major thanks to Jumper Prime for pointing out that Goku didn't fight
King Piccolo in a ring, I didn't ever see those episodes of Dragon Ball. I
went back and changed it so now it just says that the egg was thrown away
from the "battle." Anyway, thanks again, now on with the chapter...
Chapter 30
After listening to Piccolo's speech, Akira returned to King Kai's planet to do more training. The martial arts master had told him the next Other World Tournament coming up in about fifty years and Akira figured he'd probably enter.
~It might be fun to compete against the strongest fighters the Universe has to offer... plus it's not like I have anything better to do,~ the young man thought as he trained.
Akira and Piccolo sparred off and on for several hours a day. The young Saiyan was obviously the stronger of the two, but Piccolo had some moves that often caught the young man off guard. While Akira was picking himself off the ground after one such encounter he asked the Namek something that had been bothering him ever since the Supreme Kai had make his discovery.
"Piccolo, what was Goku like?"
Piccolo smiled at his young friend, he'd been expecting this to come up sooner or later. "He was a good man and a good friend. He wasn't the smartest man in the world, but he was a brilliant fighter. He showed kindness and compassion to all living things, even his enemies. Somehow he had the ability to turn his foes into friends; Vegeta, Tien, and I are proof of that. He was a natural leader. People just sort of followed him without even being asked really.
"He wasn't perfect though, sometimes he was taken advantage of because he always wanted to believe the best about everyone. Also, he was not always the best father or husband, usually because he was off trying to save the world or training. Still, he loved his friends and family with all of his heart... and they loved him."
The Namek paused as he tried to think of something else to add, but Akira smiled and said, "Thank you, you've given me plenty for now. I think we should get back to our training."
"Before you begin again, I'd like to have a word with you Akira," King Kai's voice called out from behind them.
Akira turned and walked to where the short man was standing. "What's up?" he asked.
"I have a suggestion for your training. I think you should do it while transformed."
"Um, I don't mean to sound cocky or anything, but I don't think Piccolo could keep up," Akira said, wondering why King Kai would even suggest something that ridiculous.
"He will if you're wearing this," King Kai pointed to the ground where what looked like a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt were lying in a slight indenture in the ground.
Akira picked up the pants and nearly through out his back. "Ouf, this thing weighs a ton!"
"Ten tons actually, as does the shirt. They'll slow you down enough to keep things interesting between you and Piccolo for a while. Also, I want you to remain a Super Saiyan for as long as you can. Goku and Gohan discovered that you can drastically increase your power in less time if you stay like that night and day. It will t—uh... hold on a sec." King Kai closed his eyes and concentrated; "It's Dende and Gohan. Would you like to talk to them?"
"Yeah, sure... um, how?"
"Just put your hand on my shoulder and relax, I'll do the rest. Akira nodded and did as he was told.
{Akira? Are you there?} a familiar voice asked in the young man's mind.
{Gohan? Yeah, I'm here... wow, its good to hear from you.}
{You too,} Gohan said cheerfully, but then his voice became very serious. {Ammit is coming to Earth Akira. He plans on making it the starting point for his new empire. He and his men will be here in just over five months. We're all training really hard, but... I don't know if it will be enough. We need you Akira. We probably won't be able to win this fight without you.}
Akira was quiet for a moment and then asked, {What do you need me to do?}
{Just get as strong as you can. Pan is heading to New Namek to wish you back with their dragonballs. She should get there in about a month. Once she's wished you back, she'll use the other wishes to get both of you to earth.}
~Great, I find out I'm some sort of pseudo-Goku and now I have to go back and see the people that loved him and try to explain things to them. Even when I die I can't catch a break.~ Then he took a deep breath said, {Okay, I'll be waiting.} He didn't have the faintest idea what Gohan meant by 'dragonballs', but he figured Piccolo or King Kai could explain it to him later.
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Pan had been training hard for several hours each day for the past week. She had managed to remain in her Super Saiyan form for three straight days and was quickly becoming exhausted. Her body simply could not take the strain of exerting so much power for such an extended period of time. In addition to that, she'd had the gravity machine set at 100G or more the entire time. Still she pushed herself as hard as ever, determined to be useful in the coming battle.
At the moment she was doing one-fingered, handstand pushups at 200G. "497, 498, 499...500," she counted and then collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. "Damn it! I should be able to do more than that!" she yelled in frustration.
After resting for a moment, she went to the computer and activated the reflective droids. Then she rose a couple of feet in the air and fired a ki blast at one of the six robots. Immediately the six machines began bouncing the blast around the room at an ever-increasing speed, trying to hit Pan, who was expertly dodging the blast.
At first she had no trouble evading the attack, but as time went on the blast moved faster and faster, while fatigue began to slow her down. Finally, the attack grazed her arm as she tried to spin out of the way. She grabbed her arm and looked up just in time to see one of the robots reflect the blast right into her chest. Pan was thrown hard against the wall of the ship before crashing to the ground in an unconscious heap, slipping from her Super Saiyan form. Recognizing that she was no longer conscious, the computer immediately shut down the gravity machine.
Pan awoke several hours later to the sound of a blaring alarm. She rubbed the back of her head, grimacing as she touched a large bump and then walked to the computer to see what the problem was. When she got there, the screen was flashing "Intruder Alert" over and over again.
~Great, just what I need,~ Pan thought as she began rapidly pushing buttons, trying to figure out how long the intruders had been there and what sort of damage they had done.
"Step away from the computer and put your hands up!" a gruff voice shouted from behind her. Pan turned and found a tall insect-like creature wearing patchwork armor and pointing a blaster rifle at her head. She immediately sensed that she could take this creature without any difficulty, but not knowing how many friends he had or what sort of damage they could do, she decided to play it cool rather than do anything that could endanger her ship. She raised her hands in surrender.
"Okay, you got me. Now do you mind telling me what the hell you're doing on my ship?"
"This is no longer your ship. When we came upon it, no one answered our hails, so my men and I figured it was abandoned and claimed it as our own," the alien's mouth twisted into what Pan thought might be a smile.
"Yeah, sorry about that, I guess I was asleep, but as you can see, this ship is not abandoned. So, why don't you head back to your own ship and we'll both be on our way," Pan said, smiling back.
The alien threw back his head and roared with evil-sounding laughter. "Actually, you are only going to increase our profits. Now we not only get to sell your ship, but we get to add you to the slaves we are already transporting!"
~Well, this day just keeps getting better and better,~ Pan thought as she was led to the alien's vessel.
Chapter 30
After listening to Piccolo's speech, Akira returned to King Kai's planet to do more training. The martial arts master had told him the next Other World Tournament coming up in about fifty years and Akira figured he'd probably enter.
~It might be fun to compete against the strongest fighters the Universe has to offer... plus it's not like I have anything better to do,~ the young man thought as he trained.
Akira and Piccolo sparred off and on for several hours a day. The young Saiyan was obviously the stronger of the two, but Piccolo had some moves that often caught the young man off guard. While Akira was picking himself off the ground after one such encounter he asked the Namek something that had been bothering him ever since the Supreme Kai had make his discovery.
"Piccolo, what was Goku like?"
Piccolo smiled at his young friend, he'd been expecting this to come up sooner or later. "He was a good man and a good friend. He wasn't the smartest man in the world, but he was a brilliant fighter. He showed kindness and compassion to all living things, even his enemies. Somehow he had the ability to turn his foes into friends; Vegeta, Tien, and I are proof of that. He was a natural leader. People just sort of followed him without even being asked really.
"He wasn't perfect though, sometimes he was taken advantage of because he always wanted to believe the best about everyone. Also, he was not always the best father or husband, usually because he was off trying to save the world or training. Still, he loved his friends and family with all of his heart... and they loved him."
The Namek paused as he tried to think of something else to add, but Akira smiled and said, "Thank you, you've given me plenty for now. I think we should get back to our training."
"Before you begin again, I'd like to have a word with you Akira," King Kai's voice called out from behind them.
Akira turned and walked to where the short man was standing. "What's up?" he asked.
"I have a suggestion for your training. I think you should do it while transformed."
"Um, I don't mean to sound cocky or anything, but I don't think Piccolo could keep up," Akira said, wondering why King Kai would even suggest something that ridiculous.
"He will if you're wearing this," King Kai pointed to the ground where what looked like a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt were lying in a slight indenture in the ground.
Akira picked up the pants and nearly through out his back. "Ouf, this thing weighs a ton!"
"Ten tons actually, as does the shirt. They'll slow you down enough to keep things interesting between you and Piccolo for a while. Also, I want you to remain a Super Saiyan for as long as you can. Goku and Gohan discovered that you can drastically increase your power in less time if you stay like that night and day. It will t—uh... hold on a sec." King Kai closed his eyes and concentrated; "It's Dende and Gohan. Would you like to talk to them?"
"Yeah, sure... um, how?"
"Just put your hand on my shoulder and relax, I'll do the rest. Akira nodded and did as he was told.
{Akira? Are you there?} a familiar voice asked in the young man's mind.
{Gohan? Yeah, I'm here... wow, its good to hear from you.}
{You too,} Gohan said cheerfully, but then his voice became very serious. {Ammit is coming to Earth Akira. He plans on making it the starting point for his new empire. He and his men will be here in just over five months. We're all training really hard, but... I don't know if it will be enough. We need you Akira. We probably won't be able to win this fight without you.}
Akira was quiet for a moment and then asked, {What do you need me to do?}
{Just get as strong as you can. Pan is heading to New Namek to wish you back with their dragonballs. She should get there in about a month. Once she's wished you back, she'll use the other wishes to get both of you to earth.}
~Great, I find out I'm some sort of pseudo-Goku and now I have to go back and see the people that loved him and try to explain things to them. Even when I die I can't catch a break.~ Then he took a deep breath said, {Okay, I'll be waiting.} He didn't have the faintest idea what Gohan meant by 'dragonballs', but he figured Piccolo or King Kai could explain it to him later.
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Pan had been training hard for several hours each day for the past week. She had managed to remain in her Super Saiyan form for three straight days and was quickly becoming exhausted. Her body simply could not take the strain of exerting so much power for such an extended period of time. In addition to that, she'd had the gravity machine set at 100G or more the entire time. Still she pushed herself as hard as ever, determined to be useful in the coming battle.
At the moment she was doing one-fingered, handstand pushups at 200G. "497, 498, 499...500," she counted and then collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. "Damn it! I should be able to do more than that!" she yelled in frustration.
After resting for a moment, she went to the computer and activated the reflective droids. Then she rose a couple of feet in the air and fired a ki blast at one of the six robots. Immediately the six machines began bouncing the blast around the room at an ever-increasing speed, trying to hit Pan, who was expertly dodging the blast.
At first she had no trouble evading the attack, but as time went on the blast moved faster and faster, while fatigue began to slow her down. Finally, the attack grazed her arm as she tried to spin out of the way. She grabbed her arm and looked up just in time to see one of the robots reflect the blast right into her chest. Pan was thrown hard against the wall of the ship before crashing to the ground in an unconscious heap, slipping from her Super Saiyan form. Recognizing that she was no longer conscious, the computer immediately shut down the gravity machine.
Pan awoke several hours later to the sound of a blaring alarm. She rubbed the back of her head, grimacing as she touched a large bump and then walked to the computer to see what the problem was. When she got there, the screen was flashing "Intruder Alert" over and over again.
~Great, just what I need,~ Pan thought as she began rapidly pushing buttons, trying to figure out how long the intruders had been there and what sort of damage they had done.
"Step away from the computer and put your hands up!" a gruff voice shouted from behind her. Pan turned and found a tall insect-like creature wearing patchwork armor and pointing a blaster rifle at her head. She immediately sensed that she could take this creature without any difficulty, but not knowing how many friends he had or what sort of damage they could do, she decided to play it cool rather than do anything that could endanger her ship. She raised her hands in surrender.
"Okay, you got me. Now do you mind telling me what the hell you're doing on my ship?"
"This is no longer your ship. When we came upon it, no one answered our hails, so my men and I figured it was abandoned and claimed it as our own," the alien's mouth twisted into what Pan thought might be a smile.
"Yeah, sorry about that, I guess I was asleep, but as you can see, this ship is not abandoned. So, why don't you head back to your own ship and we'll both be on our way," Pan said, smiling back.
The alien threw back his head and roared with evil-sounding laughter. "Actually, you are only going to increase our profits. Now we not only get to sell your ship, but we get to add you to the slaves we are already transporting!"
~Well, this day just keeps getting better and better,~ Pan thought as she was led to the alien's vessel.