A/N: Thank you for all your reviews. But one thing, starngaze forgot to vote. We can't have that now, can we? Tisk, tisk, tisk.
Chapter Five, Piccolo
Trunks started to flex every part of his body that had the Saiyan muscle. He felt the power of his ancestors surge through his vanes, even though he was only nine years-old. But the power of Vegeta, the prince of Saiyans, let him go through a power that no normal person could. The heart of his caring, nagging mother brought him to his glorious soul.
Goku started to do the same thing. Letting every ounce of his muscle flex up in rage, and resentment. This toggle had taken it too far. This time, any enemy of his was going to pay for the death of his best friend and comrade. They would die a slow and painful death, or a fast and painless one. Whichever he chose. It was his turn to pick the outcome, nobody else's. It was his life, his friends.
But suddenly, a yellow-swirled beam of energy came barreling toward the toggle. Goku and Trunks knew what this was, for they had seen it many times This was the special beam cannon of their friend, ally, comrade, and alien buddy; Piccolo.
All three fighters looked up, but saw nothing. They didn't hear or sense anything either. Goku called out, "Piccolo, where are you!" But a reply didn't come. Then, Piccolo landed on top of the hospital. He looked down, into the eyes of his new opponent…
A/N: I know, I know; too short. Well, Vegeta comes in the end of the next chapter, and I'll try to make 'em longer, they were for a good two I think, weren't they…? Well, I guess that't it for now, so until next time, goodbye, and good ritins.