Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 13)
Tien
"This place is unreal…" Tien stated bewilderingly as he scoped out the stark white tiles and well groomed rows of trees, Yamcha's arm positioned over his shoulder.
"I can walk man…" He grunted out.
The place had a large palace-like decor. Two hallways stretching out of each side of the building with an inviting entrance. The tops of the awnings were pink and the temple in the back was constructed with gold.
"Whuuuu~" Krillin whistled out.
"Are you Goku's friends?" A man with a red vest and turban appeared before them in a flash.
"Whuh uh…" Krillin let out dumbly. "Yeah, heh-heh. Korin told us to give Kami this when we showed up."
De-del-ling!
The man nodded and looked about the four Earthlings.
"Well right this way, Kami is in the back." His deep voice spoke smoothly, very easy to listen to.
The five men wandered past the hallways and up the stairs on the right side. The staircases were elaborate and wrapped around cylindrical to save space. Krillin marveled at the design.
"Man, this place is cool."
The man smiled at Krillin before returning his focus up the steps.
"Kami!" He exclaimed as broke out into the open air. "We have guests."
"Thank you Mr. Popo." Kami bowed to him with respect before returning his focus to the group.
Mr. Popo headed back down the staircase, leaving the newcomers to talk to Kami alone.
"Whoa, it feels weird seein' you again." Yamcha stated, scruffing and scratching at the back of his head.
Duh-Dling!
"Hah." Kami laughed a single time as he caught the small item. "Heh-Heh. Little furball…" The Guardian of Earth put the bells in his robes as he shook his wrinkly head.
Chiaotzu and Yamcha just looked around dumbfounded at the architecture.
"Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin."
"We've never met sir, but it's a pleasure." Chiaotzu floated over to shake the Guardian of Earth's hand.
Kami's wrinkles parted and shifted for his wide smile.
"It's great to be in company of you all once more. You are brave for standing against my other half. I can tell you've done it again recently too. Well done."
The group looked a bit perplexed at the statement.
"Again?" Yamcha questioned, pulling out loose strands of his long hair.
"Mhmm." He stated with a nod, pacing around with his long brown staff.
"How do you know that?" Tien asked with a raised brow.
"I am The Guardian of Earth. It is my duty to make sure that the Earth stays safe. I saw Raditz as he came down. I am far too weak to do anything now, but I have foreseen you and the other Saiyans arrival. I cannot fight anymore but I can help the next generation. What do you seek to learn from me?"
"We've gotta learn how to kick some major ass! We just learned how to sense for ki from Korin, what's next, Kami?" Yamcha belted out as he punched his left hand with his right.
"Ki Sensing huh? Well you're already well on your way. How about sharpening the skills you already possess? The After-Image, Kamehameha, and other techniques."
"No offence dude, but I don't think those skills are gonna carry us across the finish line."
"Perhaps not with that attitude young Yamcha, but practicing the basics is how martial artists win. Though I'm not sure you lot know about Ki Sourcing."
"Ki Sourcing?"
"Hmm-hmm." The old god laughed out calmly. "I thought so. Get on the floor young ones."
"Okay! Now we're working with something!"
Kami
The four men and one god stood on the white tiles of the main floor. In between the guiding treelines and palace. Mr. Popo floated by stoic, the red carpet he rode on wavered slowly in the wind. Kami paced around the men with his staff clinking off the ground in time with his strides.
"Ki Sourcing is inherently difficult, not so much to learn but to exercise correctly."
Krillin nodded pretty seriously, the most focused of the group with his intense eye contact.
"All four of you are already intimately familiar with Ki Sourcing due to the fact that you can all cast beams. That level of manipulation is what allows you to focus your energy into such an attack. The thing that's hard with Ki Sourcing is maintaining focus and not letting the ki slip."
The old god radiated a golden aura off of his form, his cape and garb jiving serenely. Kami shot a ray of yellow plasma out of his palm past the four new students.
"Naturally when you gather your ki, it wants to leave the body once it is pooled with intense concentration. The more the ki pools in one area the harder it is to control unless you unleash it. The problem with this approach however is the ease with which the ki slips."
The golden aura that surrounded the god's whole frame then focused toward just Kami's left hand and consequently his brown staff.
"I have Ki Sourced to just my left hand." He let go of his grasp on the staff only for it to fall and be caught by his right.
"If I were to strike with this. Hmph!" The god struck true, the wind around his green fist snapped intensely. "See?"
The golden aura from his hand vanished completely.
"Once you attempt a strike with your focused ki your body naturally doesn't want to waste the resources. Your focus is what's important. You have to overwrite your instincts and maintain the stress onto specific parts of your body. It's actually much easier to focus ki to a single area, but conversely… It's harder to hold on to…"
The green man's eyes glared at his glowing left fist again.
"Ki Sourcing isn't hard because it's difficult to learn, it's hard because it's difficult to apply. I have faith that you might even learn how to do it today. But can you boys actually maintain sourced ki for over a minute long under real battle pressure? I'm not even sure you all could do that in half a year."
"I mean, it seems pretty easy to me, Old Man."
"By all means, show us how it's done, Yamcha." The old man bowed and stepped back.
"Okay. Gather energy like the Kamehameha, right?" He looked to Kami for reassurance.
The old god nodded. Yamcha closed his eyes and spaced out. He thought of wolves running in a pack at midnight, white wolves howling at the yellow moon. His thin see-through aura flared up and drained down to his feet.
"Phuuuuuuu…" The Wolf breathed out slowly.
For a moment the energy held strong but the aura petered out quick.
"Whoa, that is hard." He stated with wide eyes.
Kami nodded.
"Ki naturally wants to be released outside of the body, it doesn't want to be focused in one area with nowhere to go for a long time."
"Yeah, flying was pretty hard but not like that. That was weird."
"Flying is natural as well, it's almost like Ki Sourcing but in reverse. It enacts on the body once outside."
As the pair spoke Tien focused his energies and tightened his physique, flexing his muscles harshly. The aura maintained upwards of his waist. The see-through aura lost its luster much quicker than Yamcha's.
"Man, I never thought of it like that but yeah. That's why we cast beams. If we build it up it's much easier to let it go than fester it. Damn…"
"Come now Chiaotzu, you try."
"Alright!" The small man floated to the middle of the pack before touching ground finally.
He focused his energy to the point of his finger like the Dodon Ray. Instead of waiting Chaiotzu reared his right arm high and slammed his index into the white tile, kicking up dust.
"Great! Exactly! That's one of the two things Ki Sourcing is for! Empowering single strikes!"
"I'm assuming the other is for defence then?" Krillin questioned with crossed arms.
"Correct!" Kami responded with a raised index of his own. "I would go as far as to say that Ki Sourcing is far more important for defence than attack. As for your goals right now you need to be able to ward off assailants much more powerful than yourselves. If you get far in your Ki Sourcing you stand to endure many more blows from them."
Kami walked over to Krillin with a gallant stride.
"Take a fighting pose, Krillin."
The turtle student nodded and assumed his stance.
"Now try and gather your energies just like the others, but do it right here." The old god tapped onto his chest with an open palm heartily.
Krillin complied and gathered his aura much cleaner than the other 3.
"Whoa! Okay, pop off I guess." Yamcha stated with a smirk.
Kami responded in kind and gathered the golden aura in his left hand again. Without a moment's notice the green god rushed Krillin and slammed a full weight haymaker causing the turtle student to slide back a great deal.
THUMM! Skweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Krillin just blinked and looked astonished.
"I-huh-huh. I didn't feel a thing."
Kami smiled and put his whole weight on his staff with both hands.
"I never thought to gather my energies like that for defence. It just felt so natural to shoot blasts that I didn't even think about other ways I could use that gathered ki."
Krillin just stomped around dumbfounded with hands on his hips.
"I mean… It's like a whole new world just opened up. I feel really dumb not thinking of this sooner."
"Don't be, young Krillin. You and your friends have a long life ahead of you. These small revelations are what give life its meaning."
"This is huge though Kami."
"The chain reaction of the revelation is big, I'll grant you that. But me just telling you what Ki Sourcing is…" The old god looked around with a loose lip and a smile. "Is pretty small in the grand scheme of Ki manipulation."
"This is exactly what I've been looking for all these years. I knew I was missing something. I could just tell there was more to ki than what I was able to come up with." Tien brandished his pearly whites in an epic smile and looked at his tightly balled fist. "Thanks for teaching us, Kami."
"Thank you all for blessing me with your company."
"You don't get many visitors in this giant floating palace miles above the surface? Could have fooled me."
"Your sassy remarks are appreciated, young Tien. Now let's take a break and let your ki recharge with a meal shall we?"
"I'm starving, all Korin had was crackers and bread. I need something with more protein or else we're definitely gonna get our shit rocked by the Saiyans." Yamcha let out with a yawn.
"Popo?"
"Yes, Kami?"
"Could you put on some food for our guests?"
"Right away sir."
Kami spoke no words, only bowed deep to which Popo reciprocated. The six of them filed into the palace with slow strides.
Yamcha
"This place is wild…" Yamcha looked out dumbfounded as he stared into the sparkling red purple hues of the unknown space.
An enormous and gorgeous wooden clock hung down from seemingly nowhere and had a golden pendulum swinging back and forth with great momentum, causing swooshes of wind and timely clicks of the clock to play out.
KNOT! KLOT! KLICC!
"This is known as The Pendulum Room. The Kami before Kami crafted this place."
"This is givin' me spooky vibes. What does it do, Popo?"
"The Pendulum Room is for traveling through time and observing the events of long since past."
"Are you serious!?"
Popo nodded with an enthusiastic smile.
"Sign me up! I get to go to the past!? Let's go!"
"I must warn you Yamcha, your body does get to interact with your surroundings. If you find yourself in a bad way you might suffer the consequences of your misfortune."
"Pfft. Am I gonna die?"
"No, Kami's predecessor was very intelligent. He crafted The Pendulum Room in such a way that the user would teleport back here upon death, or unconsciousness. Be not afraid, I have used it before."
"Did Kami's predecessor also make it so that The Pendulum Room can go to the future?"
"No. Such potent space-time manipulation takes hundreds of years to formulate."
Yamcha stared around in wonder at the awe-inspiring sight of the clock.
"Is Kami working on anything like this?"
"Yes actually." A warm smile crept over Popo as he responded. "Our current Guardian of Earth is actually working on a project called: 'The Room of Spirit and Time'."
"Can we go there next?"
"No, it is unfinished." A wave of nervousness and melancholy swept over him. "Kami unfortunately lost many years of his life there due to his miscalculation of how the room was supposed to function. He's close but he will not allow anyone in until he is finished. It is for your own good."
"Well…" Yamcha looked to the ground awkwardly before meeting Popo's eye contact again. "Can I at least ask what The Room of Spirit and Time does?"
"Of course. The idea behind The Room of Spirit and Time was created specifically for situations exactly like what the Saiyans are presenting."
Yamcha raised a brow and crossed his shoulders.
"We know that evil forces are approaching, but we don't know when."
The seriousness in Popo's voice maintained Yamcha's attention flawlessly.
"The Room of Spirit and Time is supposed to make it so that; a single day outside of the room equals a whole year inside the room."
Yamcha's eyes just about flew out of their socket.
"If one needed to prepare for something urgent, one would only have to enter the room and they would have ample time to get their affairs in order. It's very unfortunate that Kami wasn't able to complete it yet, that setback really did cost Kami a lot."
"We could have used the room to get years of training for the Saiyans…"
"Mmhmm."
"Damn!" Yamcha stomped his foot and averted his gaze to the floor.
"As it is now, entering the room could make it so that by the time you look around and come back the Saiyans have already conquered the planet. That or… time flies by so quick inside that you wither away in the chamber. Kami suffered the latter when he tested it over 20 years ago. I saw him enter the room with vigour only for him to come back a minute later with even more wrinkles than he already had. He never needed that cane before, it was more of an accessory back then."
"Can we really not try it? Hasn't he been working on it since then?"
Popo just sighed deep, also avoiding eye contact.
"If I know Kami, he'll adamantly refuse. As Guardian of Earth he wouldn't want to take any risks in such a perilous situation."
"Hehhhhh…" Yamcha sighed out loudly.
"It's unfortunate that The Room of Spirit and Time won't be completed very soon but... The Pendulum Room is still fair game." Popo attempted to reassure. "You boys are strong, I'm sure you lot can overcome the Saiyans in however long we end up having."
"You're right, Popo. We can't bank all our hopes on shortcuts, we gotta just keep our noses to the floor and keep grinding."
"I wish you luck, Yamcha. Now stand just below the pendulum."
"Like this?" Yamcha asked kind of dumbly, waltzing over to the engraved circle below the clock.
The room burst with rainbow energies and the schematics The Wolf stood atop on the floor swallowed him up in flashes of beams and electricity.
SWawawawawaw~VEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Zzzt!
Lord Beerus VS Lord Belmod
Objective: Find out who's the strongest Destroyer God!
Side Objective: Find out what a Destroyer God is?
My Objective: Find out why Yamcha knows who Beerus and I are.
"Who in the sweet hell is that?"
"What are you on about? Oh my." I replied to my sister, Marcarita, only to be waylaid by an intriguing sight. A man with a shaggy mound of hair and two scars on his face appeared from nowhere.
"Uhhh sir?" I questioned from across the courtyard.
"Huh?" The man responded with mysticism.
"Oh my gods. That's Yamcha." I said with disbelief, hand on my chest, eyes wide like a schoolgirl's. "What is this?" I questioned.
"Uhh… Who are you guys?"
"Well we're-"
I was interrupted from my telling of Yamcha that we definitely aren't allowed to say by Beerus' and Lord Belmod's clashing fists. The accompanying shockwave sent Yamcha flying into the treeline and he was across the realm. Had he been any closer the young man might have imploded from the pressure.
"Whis?"
"Yes?"
"Go make sure that guy didn't bite the dust."
"If I must." I responded before delicately floating over.
Yamcha was tied up in a mess of branches and leaves, dazed and confused. He was already bruised and bleeding, just the shockwave of Beerus and Lord Belmod fighting pretty far away from him almost knocked the young man out. Yamcha stood up shakily, falling over the first time.
"Where..?"
"Hello? Are you alright, Lord Yamcha?"
"Heh heh. Nice to finally get some respect around here." The Wolf called out as I helped him off the ground. "Who are you, dude?"
"I cannot say."
"Hmm?"
"As far as I know it, you're not supposed to be here right now."
"Why's that?"
I just sighed and said: "It's complicated."
The Wolf looked around and brushed his hair as the coarse winds from the godly battle still blew intensely even all the way as we were shielded by the treeline.
"What the heck is goin' on? What are those pockets of wind over there?"
I just smiled and stomped my staff on the ground, forming a barrier around me and the low level fighter. I stomped the grass another time, another layer of the barrier formulated around the two of us, granting Yamcha high level acuity. I could see the raw energy in his eyes. I remember it very clearly, he looked at the two gods and never faltered in his gaze the whole time he was here. I slowly and carefully walked my way to Marcarita with Yamcha in tow.
"So?" My sister questioned with raised sassy hands.
"This is Lord Yamcha. He is from Earth." The Wolf didn't even bat an eye at my statement, staring bewildered at the chaotic battle of gods.
"Earth? How did he get all the way out here? I don't know Universe 7 very well but that shouldn't be anywhere near here should it?" She shot out telepathically so as not to alert the unknown variable.
"No, I've no idea how he got here either. The staff isn't working on him." I showed her the empty nothingness in the orb of my angel staff.
"Wow. Should we be worried about this?"
"He's weak, if he were dangerous Beerus or Lord Belmod could evaporate him in an instant."
My sister looked to me with an air of disappointment. I realised that I had said that out loud and made a motion to cover my embarrassed face with my palm.
"Oop~"
"Send him home, Whis. Unnecessary trouble."
"Oh come on sis, he's a fighter. He'd actually like to see this stuff."
"I'm not getting my hands dirty, I know that." Marcarita responded as she took a few steps away from our bubble.
"I just think it would be fun to let him watch."
"Mmhmm." She responded with sass before looking back to the battle.
Beerus and Belmod were both intensely competitive, proven by the fact that the two had many spats throughout their career as Destroyer Gods. The one on one they had on Beerus' planet was not the first nor the last.
Lord Belmod's U.I. state was fluid and he used it to great effect. In using U.I. however, Belmod almost forfeited his ki techniques as the thoughtlessness and instinct driven form almost disallowed complex moves entirely.
Lord Belmod parried Beerus' committed right straight and walked to the outside. Upon the dodge Beerus had set up a trap with his tail and launched it in accordance with the other Lord's defensive slip. His purple tail cut through the air and aimed downward almost as if he were going to cut the other god in half. Lord Belmod dodged that too with an epic backdash, the water parting gracefully in his movement pattern despite the insane speed.
Beerus dashed like mad across the water, droplets of water ascending and shifting lightly under his controlled weight. It should have parted more harshly but it didn't.
Beerus caught up quick to the other god and rained down punches back to back, using excellent footwork to track Lord Belmod's defensive weaves.
"Grrr… This shit's just not your style Belmod, it's annoying!" Is what Beerus thought, I assume something along those lines anyway, based off that terrifically angry mug of his he had at that moment.
Lord Belmod kept up the defence and continued his weaving smoothly as the pair danced around the pond. Beerus had had enough and gassed it with his favourite flying kick (Enter the Destroyer God).
Beerus' left leg extended out fiercely but missed its target despite its breakneck speed. Just the stopping of his attack caused a shockwave of energy to clap and release, impacting the barrier I made and forcing The Wolf on his ass. I laughed, only because nothing could bother us in there.
"Don't worry Yamcha, nothing can bother us in here while I have this barrier up."
As Beerus whiffed and stopped his momentum Lord Belmod was already on top of Beerus with a crushing left leg of his own aimed at the pond. It connected with his purple fur and sent him rocketing to the water. Universe 7's god didn't impact the water and instead glided along as he almost touched down. Lord Belmod followed through and chased down Beerus next. Instead of trying to parry or stick to dodging Beerus baited in Lord Belmod with a few weaves before lining up a counter-hit.
Lord Belmod went for a right hook to which Beerus responded with a leaning low right upper at the other god's jaw. In an insane reaction Lord Belmod twisted his neck up and away, turning his generic hook into a shovel and slamming it into Beerus' brow and barely weaving out of the way of Universe 7's god of not-so-much-at-the-moment.
Beerus' head was twisted back a bit and water actually kicked up at the contact the gods made with each other. Just one attack was enough to send shockwaves back to the barrier once more. In pursuit of his instincts Lord Belmod attempted to follow through with his left hand at the head of the bent backwards lord.
Lord Belmod whiffed clean and Beerus finally made contact against the clown god by slamming both of his feet into his chin and sending Universe 11's God of Destruction into the stars above with a graceful backflip-kick (Playful God). Beerus finally took his stoic pose with hands behind his back, cracking his neck for good effect.
"3,...2,...1." Beerus counted down til Lord Belmod's offensive re-entry.
The water parted lightly once more as the gods went at it again. At first Beerus backed up to give Lord Belmod some space but Universe 11's god elected not to take the chance. The two paced around slowly in a staredown.
"Are you kidding me?" I once again assume Beerus thought due to the eye roll and brow raise he gave to his foe.
Beerus rushed him again with a flurry of punches, this time pulling all of them. Lord Belmod saw through this deception and stood still, waiting for Beerus to come closer and overcommit. Beerus inched even closer and still threw his non-connection punches. Lord Belmod elected to not dodge those either, only maintain a safe distance with a single backstep. Before Lord Belmod's left leg even tensed up to move him along Beerus had calculated his enemy's movement.
"KAIO-KHEN!" He shouted in his gruff voice, purple aura radiating off of him in sparkles.
The speed of his onslaught was not something anyone could just react to, Lord Belmod's insufficient U.I. was nowhere near far enough along to dodge an unexpected hit like this on reaction.
Beerus slammed his right full force into the clown god's left jaw. The force was enough to cause another intense shockwave to roll off and pop. Reality warped, I'm serious, that happens. Lord Belmod soared through the air in a screeching manner into the pond and out of U.I. The water splashed around as he rolled through it in a tumble.
Beerus gave no quarter to the other Destroyer God, making a b-line toward him immediately. Lord Belmod recovered quickly and during the final rotation of his tumble he conjured hundreds of white cards. Beerus' gaze shifted around like crazy as he analysed the threat while running. The cat god slid to a stop as Lord Belmod faded into the aether. After-images and mirages of Lord Belmod ran rampant in an attempt to fake-out Lord Beerus (Insane Clown Posse) but none of them worked as he maintained focus on his reflection in the water.
Beerus' nose twitched and he looked to sniff out the competition, not giving Lord Belmod any chances to mess with him. Lord Belmod, smacked his lips and fired a ball of orange energy through one of the cards. Beerus slipped it like it was no big deal and it rolled off of his body in a wave as he grabbed the clown god's arm and thrusted him into the water. Lord Belmod rolled it off and the white cards faded into nothing as the two gods exchanged blows. Beerus' had cancelled his Refined as they returned to brawling.
Lord Belmod was far more aggressive now that he was out of U.I. I looked to my sister who of course, looked far more nervous about the ordeal. I think they really thought U.I. was going to last longer than it ended up being.
Lord Belmod launched a three-piece at my god in a rising motion with his left leg. One at the legs which Beerus checked with his knee. One at the body which Beerus stepped to the outside and blocked with his forearm. And one to the head which Beerus ducked under and past to expose the clown's back. Beerus reared back his right hand to rabbit punch Lord Belmod but the clown was prepared and ducked under the right straight with a semi-squat. He then turned and jammed his right elbow into Beerus' midsection.
Only it wasn't his midsection, it was his tail.
"This stupid fuckin' purple furry!" I'm not assuming, that's genuinely what he said. Lord Belmod and Beerus have been going at it for centuries. If they didn't have intense insults by this point I don't know if I'd believe it.
The two backstepped to a neutral position before Beerus hit an out of nowhere Enter the Destroyer God. The two flew far into the sky. Yamcha couldn't see so I hit my staff on the stone path and turned my barrier into a proper camera to follow the action.
"Sorry Lord Yamcha, I probably should have just done this the first time but I usually don't associate with people as weak as yourself."
He didn't say anything, dumbstruck by the battle before him. I smiled. Good for him that he enjoyed it this much I guess.
Lord Belmod clawed his way with his right and jammed his fingers in between Beerus' foot and his face. He grappled on tight and threw Beerus in a dominating display, breaking the sound barrier again with another shockwave. As Beerus flew, a card appeared behind him, Lord Belmod snapped and switched places with the card (Substitution). Lord Belmod connected against his opponent's neck clean, clotheslining Beerus with his left leg.
Beerus went for a ride before backflipping slowly and landing softly on the water, gliding back a ways. An encirclement of 20 cards appeared before Beerus in a speedy rotation. Beerus relied on his nose again and dodged the onslaught of blows Lord Belmod threw from safety. He had a row of 20 cards in front of himself as well and threw his fists through them. Upon an uppercut Beerus ceased his opportunity and leaped through the card frame as he parried Lord Belmod's fist.
In an upside down swan dive Beerus kicked the moon with his left as he came through the card and it impacted square on the clown god's bald crown. Lord Belmod didn't fly anywhere but the impact rang out in another clap and shockwave, causing him to crumple under the attack power. Beerus followed through with his right and carved through in a crescent formation, sending Lord Belmod back down to the water. Lord Belmod caught the air just barely, his back hairs away from touching the blue pond.
Beerus spun like a saw blade and carved his way down to Lord Belmod in frightening speed. The crack of his tail onto Lord Belmod's salmon pink ball of energy sent the ki blast off into a nearby mountain. A massive bang roared into the open, and that thing barely had any ki in it. Upon the ki blast dismissal with his tail Beerus drew his left arm out of his regal pose and pointed his palm at the clown god. A glorious bang echoed across the planet as he shot Lord Belmod back with a wicked Kiai. To chase down his flying foe Beerus slid into range 0 with his arms behind his back and in a low stance like he were riding a surfboard across the pond. Lord Belmod stared down at his adversary with his guard raised as he flew.
Beerus drove by Lord Belmod only to springboard off of his back using his right. Lord Belmod saw through this plan of attack and readied a card. Beerus' foot slipped through causing Universe 7's god's eyes to widen. Lord Belmod pulled out Beerus like clown ropes with two strong tugs, exposing the cat god's face. Lord Belmod gathered another pink sphere of energy in his left hand only to have it blasted away with an echoing scream of Kiai from Beerus' mouth.
The energy just ceased to exist and Beerus used his tail as his pivoting foot off the water, slamming his left into the back of Lord Belmod's head, forcing him forward in an automatic zombie-walk. Beerus landed upright, gracefully onto the water and launched at the clown god with his right arm raised for a knife hand chop (Serious God).
Lord Belmod weaved just barely and the air around Beerus' chop seemed to warp from the pressure. Universe 11's god was on the backpedal, wiping blood from his already blood red lipstick.
"Hmmm… Looks like I was the first to draw blood, again."
"You know what Beerus. I give up man, fuck it! FINE! Refined is better than Ultra Instinct."
"Ahh, music to my ears." Beerus strutted around pompously with his arms behind his back like his usual self. "Instinct can only carry you so far, just because you're in the zone doesn't automatically make you better at fighting, it just means that you commit to your preferences with no down time. I see no reason other than its rejuvenation properties as to why someone would use such a defensively flawed technique."
Lord Belmod looked to the ground, brows sharp and tongue in cheek.
"The ironic thing about U.I. is that it's inherently defensive but its flaws are easily exploited by looking for the patterns in who uses it. I'm afraid you've only wasted your time trying to polish U.I., only angels can use the technique how it's intended, Belmod."
"Hey! I'm just looking for the best method to protect Universe 11 and make sure the Pride Troopers follow a good example. If I'm the first God of Destruction to master U.I. I'll be the head of the pack and you'll look pretty damn foolish for naysaying me all this time."
"Good luck." Beerus stated with a dismissive laugh. "You've only been at it 30,000 years."
"And now I can do it on command." Lord Belmod shot back with some gusto.
"Big whoop, I didn't even have to pull out Kaio-Ken for longer than a moment to drag your sorry clown-ass out of the zone."
"You're just scared, furry man." Lord Belmod declared with a finger as he exited the pond.
I let down the barrier to congratulate Universe 11's god of his progress. Lord Belmod raised a brow at Yamcha. Beerus practically teleported right in front of him.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Uhhh… I'm Yam-"
"Don't care." Beerus replied as he flicked Yamcha's head into nothing. Blood splattering everywhere from the force.
Then there was nothing but empty darkness.
That's most definitely not how I remember it happening, but sure enough. That's why Yamcha knew Beerus.
"Huh."
Yamcha
The wolf came to as Popo poured cold water all over his face.
"Duaaaagh!" Yamcha yelped as he scrambled to his feet.
The Wolf took a moment to process, wide eyes and paranoia forced him to look about the room with caution.
"You must have had quite the experience."
"You're tellin' me. I just saw the craziest fight."
"I'll bet."
"I'm not goin' back in there again. I just about pissed my pants."
"Ha-Ha-Ha!" Popo laughed heartily as he gestured The Wolf out of the room.
"Is my pain that funny to you Popo?"
"Believe it or not… Yes."
Yamcha just shrugged his shoulders and sighed. The clock ticked loudly, and the wind slightly breezed under the weight of the pendulum as the Guardian of Earth's servant and Yamcha paced out of the deep sparkling navy blue beyond of The Pendulum room.
"That's strange, why could I not see what happened to Yamcha in The Pendulum Room?"
"What are you on about now? It's naptime, I can't go one day without you blabbing into that damn staff of yours."
"It's been a long time since I haven't been able to identify something with my staff but apparently the previous Guardian of Earth had some intense magical power. Well done, Kami."
"Fantastic, the Earthlings. Your fascination with them never ceases to annoy me, I might go blow them away just to spite you."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Maybe I would."
"Ah-hem."
Tien
"Where's Chiaotzu?" Kami politely asked as his staff clicked onto the stairs rhythmically.
"He had to get back to Mifan. He'll be back in a week."
"I forgot to ask, are the sleeping arrangements to your liking?" Popo questioned.
"Ohh, hah-hah. They're fine, but that's not really what we're here for."
"Is that to say that they're not fine and you're just being nice?" Popo prodded with a sly smile.
"Hah-hah! The beds are definitely better than what we roughed it up in at Korin's."
The steps winded around and around in a zig-zagging manner. It took a long while for the trio to descend down toward a massive dark hallway. Tien peered around at all angles with his three eyes before Kami lit the area with a small bright orb of ki with his right hand. Enormous double doors stood before them, and green aura seeped out the tiny crevices of the bottom and middle.
"So this is it huh?"
"Yes, all Kami before I rest here."
"How many?"
"Lost to time. I believe we call years Age now, but Kami have existed far before our time of Age 762. I think Garlic might have known, he was far more interested in the history and not enough in the morality."
"Who's Garlic?" Tien asked with some sincerity.
"Oh did I say that?" Kami laughed it out a bit. "I've gotten a bit loose with the details over the years, my apologies. My old age must be catching up with me." Kami looked to the dark doors longingly for a while before answering. "Kami are chosen by their predecessor. It just so happens that when I was chosen there were actually two candidates."
Tien's eyes all widened and he took a more focused look at The Guardian of Earth.
"Garlic and I were both valid for Kami, but ultimately I was chosen as I banished all the evil within me, creating the one you know as Piccolo. Technically Piccolo is still a part of me but it was his father that was my true other half."
"So where's Garlic now? He can't be in here can he?"
"No no, he never became Kami. He could never rest here."
Tien nodded and maintained his focus on the green god.
"Huuuuuhhhh…" Kami breathed out in a long sigh as he averted his gaze to the floor. "Garlic is actually still alive."
"Really?"
"I believe so, Garlic flew into a rage at my predecessor's decision and attempted to take the position by force with his demon underlings. My predecessor couldn't abide by his evil and sealed him away in the Dark Crystal. We still have the little black star here in the lookout." Kami clued him in as he peered at the zig-zagging steps above them.
Kami looked back to the ground with melancholy causing Popo to put a hand on his back.
"It's okay Popo, I was just remembering the good times I had with him. It was a shame it ended that way."
Popo nodded and Kami turned his focus back to the stairs.
"Shall we go?" He asked Tien plainly.
Tien nodded and the trio ascended back up the long winding path.
Krillin
"Okay, you wish to know how to manipulate ki blasts as they leave your hand."
"I saw Goku do it against Piccolo at the 23rd with his Kamehameha and I was just totally at a loss for how easy it looked. I've tried it myself here and there and I actually can kind of do it but it's nowhere near how he did it."
"I see. You wish to hone the basics. This is a smart approach." Kami asserted with a pointed finger.
Kami and Krillin stepped out from the palace and onto the white tile. They had the open area of the floating island all to themselves, The Guardian's staff clicking onto the floor in a timely rhythm.
"If I had to put it into words I think the best way to go about it would be to picture a clear goal in mind before you even gather your energy."
"Okay." He replied, crossing his arms and tilting his head.
"Ah-hah-hah." Kami laughed out as he looked to one of the guiding line of trees at the front. "This will be your benchmark."
"Uhhh, well I wouldn't want to ruin your trees, Kami. They look really nice." Krillin argued back a tad, hesitant.
"If that's the case, use them as motivation and try not to hit them. If you can weave a beam through every single one of these 5 trees I'll take that as a clear signal of your progress."
"Oh man…" Krillin paced around the trees with sweat on his brow. "Okay!"
"Walk with me, Krillin."
Kami paced back towards the palace before rounding the outside on the right. Two large pillars with orbs atop them stood in the back symmetrical with another pair of pillars opposing them.
"We'll use these pillars first. Once you can successfully manipulate your ki through them we'll move onto the trees."
"I can live with that! This seems a lot more manageable." The turtle student said with hands on his hips.
"It's far easier to manipulate ki before it leaves. I assume Goku was holding the pose for his Kamehameha as he fired?"
"Yup!"
"That checks out. He held onto it for control, I want you to do the same as you start."
"Right!"
Kami took a few steps back and stared out into the sky blue beyond, beyond the pillars. Krillin gathered a small yellow bolt of ki and lobbed it straight through the two to measure the distance. He nodded as it disappeared into the clouds. He paced around a bit, trying to find the right angle. He settled on attacking it from the left side.
"Okay! Ka-me-ha-me…"
The blue aura gathered quickly in his cupped hands on his left side as he chanted.
"Hah!"
The blue beam blazed and Krillin slid his hands from the traditional Kamehameha posing and maneuvered his left over top of his right instead of the parallel mirror the technique usually calls for. He also shifted his right up and away, meeting his left in the middle. His hands looked like they were about to open up a sliding glass door as he held the pose. The beam moved quite a great distance and wrapped around the pillar at a curvy angle as it launched into the aether. He watched it go quite a ways as it dissipated, his hands letting loose as the final streams of light left his hands.
Krillin furrowed his brow and listened to the ki as it whistled into the clouds.
"I feel as though you underrated yourself Krillin." Kami said with a smile. "You might be able to pass the benchmark much faster than I thought. One question though, do you not know how to cancel your ki?"
"Hmm?"
"You could have saved a lot more energy if you dissipated the technique instead of letting it finish and roll off into the sky."
"I can do that?"
"Yes! It's a high level technique but I'm surprised you're unaware."
"Well that would help a lot. If I'm saving energy I'd really like to know how. It would save a lot of break time during practice."
"I'll go grab the others, this one should help you all." Kami stepped quickly back into the palace from the side entrance near the pillars and Krillin winded around to the front to wait.
Kami
"It's called Ki Cancelling. This technique really isn't all that hard by itself and is tied to whatever skill you are using. As an example, Dodon Ray and the Kamehameha are going to have different ways of cancelling even though you are doing the same thing. This technique I am about to show you all really only applies to beams so worry not if this is not your style."
"Yeah, I'm just gonna take a chill pill on this one." Yamcha stated as he leaned back against one of the palm trees.
"Chiaotzu, show me the Dodon once more."
The small chalky white man reared back his right hand and fired off a yellow line into the sky. Kami examined his form closely, causing Chaiotzu to freeze up a bit in his nerves. The beam cut through the air and eventually dissipated.
"Again." Kami commanded.
Chaiotzu compiled and another yellow ray fired off, only this time Kami put his hands on The Emperor and cocked his arm up tightly, freaking him out a bit.
"This, is how you do it."
Krillin furrowed his brow and interjected:
"So you reverse the firing pattern?"
"Bingo! Why do we even take poses while we fire ki?" Kami showing great excitement with his open hands and jolly tone.
"...Because we want to build a strong relationship with our attacks." Tien stated, the way he phrased it sounded like he came into a revelation mid-sentence.
"Exactly. We never needed to take these poses and say the names of our techniques but ki responds to association. When we give it an association it wants to respond much more cleanly."
"So could we technically Ki Cancel without reversing the motion?"
"YES!" Kami practically hopped up with excitement. "You lot are very smart, asking all the right questions. Hah-hah. But using an accessory to motivate your ki is the best way to do it. Once we learn how to Ki Cancel we can start on Ki Recalling."
"I'm starting to see why you wanted us to focus on the basics now." Tien laughed out, rubbing the back of his bald head.
"Using ki takes great effort and you only have so much at your disposal. I don't mean to be rude, but all four of your ki usage has been very sloppy so far. If we can tighten up the screws I can make sure you use your ki much more efficiently and you'll be able to use your techniques many more times in battle. Finesse is key to ki."
Tien smirked wide and got excited over the new information, jiving up and down a bit.
"As far as I understand it, you used up all of your ki when fighting my other half did you not?" Kami raised a brow as he glared down at Krillin.
"Yeah, heh-heh. I can't even fire much more than three Kamehamehas and a few ki blasts a day. Fighting someone like him tuckered me out quick." Krillin laughed out nervously.
"I'll make sure you can fire off 6 a day before our training is over."
Krillin's confidence grew and he maintained a fiery gaze at The Guardian of Earth. Tien matched the turtle student's enthusiasm and Chiaotzu did as well, filing into a line. Yamcha looked to the whtie clouds as they floated by in the blue sky.
Yamcha
Krillin and Yamcha sat unnecessarily dangerously on the ladder of the palace in the sky. It clung to the building itself very tightly but Krillin and Yamcha just sat on the ledges the ladder provided with absolutely no safety. They ate their lunch quietly before Krillin interjected.
"So what's up..? Nom, cronch, crunch. I havern't seen ya… nom. Train with us in a while. You good man?" Krillin asked as he looked down at Yamcha from near the top of the ladder.
Yamcha took a big bite out of his sandwich, finishing it. The Wolf took his time chewing and put his hands out, feeling up a cloud as it passed by. Krillin waited for his friend's response.
"Don't worry about me, Krillin."
Krillin was pretty relieved at the tone of voice he used. It sounded much more enthusiastic than before.
"Don't tell nobody but I've been training on my own. I've been listening in on your guys training so I know what Kami's been teaching us. I guess I just-"
He felt out the cloud once more as it passed beyond his immediate reach.
"Feel more comfortable practicing by myself. No disrespect to you guys or anything." Yamcha reiterated as he looked up to Krillin from near the bottom of the ladder.
"None taken, Champ." Krillin shot back with a smile. He bit into his sandwich with vigour and chewed happily.
"I wonder how the Saiyans stack up to those beasts." Yamcha pondered as he stared to more oncoming white cotton mounds. "The Saiyans have to be chumps compared to them, we can beat em' no sweat!" Upon the last thought Yamcha punched his left hand with his right.
Krillin looked down to the focused wolf and finished the rest of his sandwich.
"Well I'm gonna head up now, Champ. Keep it up." He flashed a thumbs up to Yamcha as he climbed up to the top of the ladder.
"Hmm?" Yamcha stared blankly as Krillin vanished onto the top surface.
Yamcha looked down back to the green grassy below. He shifted his gaze over to Korin's tower and nodded with a smile. After positioning himself The Wolf leaped from the ladder all the way to the top of the orb. He landed in a combat roll loudly.
DMM-DM-TUM!
"Yamcha! If you cave in the roof, you're paying for it!"
"You forget that they pay stupid amounts of money for sports on Earth. Even if I did I can definitely foot the bill, Whiskers!"
Yamcha leaped from the top again and flew by Korin in a flash.
"You know what to do!" Yamcha's voice echoed as he tore through the air.
"Yeah, yeah." Korin grumbled out as he readied a stop watch, clicking the top node and starting the count.
Yamcha slid down onto the grass in a spry landing before looking back up at the tower.
"He's doing it again!" A tan skinned little kid pointed at The Wolf before he disappeared in a flash up the tower.
Yamcha hounded up the tower from hold to hold like a wolf on all fours. Energy rolled off of his claws and shoes, he had an intensity about him as he stared into the sky.
"I've gotta be faster than the Saiyans!" He roared out in his mind as he tore across the tower.
The white cat waited patiently as his tail jived back and forth. Moments later Yamcha clawed his way up and bounded into the middle area, almost crashing into the fountain.
"Hey hey! Watch it! You gimme a heart attack almost every time you run the tower!"
"Hehh." He let out harshly. "What was my time?" Yamcha asked breathy.
"20 seconds."
"Let's go!" He raised his right fist in a declaration and turned around.
"You're getting fast, kid." Korin let out loud before thinking to himself: "He's fucking fast."
Yamcha stretched it out with his arms and rotated his whole body, cracking his back and the like.
"I'm gonna go and do a few more reps, you don't need to track these ones."
"Don't worry, I won't."
Yamcha looked back with a devilish smile before plummeting back into the unknown from the railing.
Kami
"Hey Kami." Krillin greeted as he closed the door to the deep navy blue room. "You called?"
"Yes…" Kami answered plainly as he turned his chair around to face the turtle student. "I am terribly sorry to burden you Krillin, but I believe you are the only one I can rely on for this task."
Krillin nodded and maintained stoic eye contact.
"The chances for Earth's survival go up significantly if we were to recruit the help of my other half."
"You want Piccolo to train with us!?" Krillin yelped out loudly. "You sound like Goku!"
"Heh-heh." The Guardian of Earth laughed out plainly. "I know how it sounds but the threat is far more than anything we have ever dealt with. There is strength in numbers, young Krillin. I will deal with the consequences." Kami got up in his seat and walked over to stand parallel with his new student.
Kami put a firm hand on Krillin's left shoulder.
"You have a good temperament and excellent reasoning skills. I think out of anyone you have the highest chance of bringing him back here."
Krillin looked to the dark blue floor a bit overwhelmed.
"Relax, you need not succeed. I just wish for the chance. If it is not to be then it is not to be. Do not worry so much Krillin. I can tell that my other half is learning."
Krillin looked back up and met Kami's eyes.
"He is not the man he used to be, I bet he is willing to hear you out, even if it means coming up here just to settle the score with me. That is an outcome I predicted."
"I'll do it."
"Thank you Krillin, from the bottom of my heart. I hope to see him here soon, there is much to talk about and learn from him. Our battle with the Saiyans will go far smoother if he is here to defend the Earth. Good luck."
Kami bowed deep to Krillin and he returned the favour with a deep bow of his own before turning around and shutting the door with some intensity.
"Not much longer now." Kami looked up to the ceiling with a smile.
Krillin
Krillin hiked up the stairs to a muted blue bedroom. Tien was fixing some sheets on one of the beds as Krillin came up.
"Oh! Hey Krillin, you seen Yamcha?"
"Yeah, I ate lunch with him like an hour ago on the ladder."
"You guys eat out there? You're crazy." Tien smiled a bit and returned to tucking in the sheets under the mattress.
"What does Piccolo's energy feel like?" Krillin asked out of the blue.
Tien just turned and looked with a bit of mysticism.
"Uhhh…" He stood up and rubbed the back of his head. "The way it's always felt to me is like green grass. I could smell freshly cut grass when we were searching for Gohan. I know we all sense these things differently, but that's what I felt." Tien tapped onto his chest at the last bit of his statement.
Krillin pondered for a moment and waved the crane student over to him. He pointed to a direction past the bed and down through the building.
"Is that him wayyyy over there?" He asked, raising a brow.
Tien closed his eyes and felt around for the ki himself.
"Yeah, I think so."
Krillin hopped back onto the stairs before Tien yelled at him.
"Hey! What are you doin'!?"
"Kami asked me to go see if he'd come train with us!" Krillin yelled back as he rounded the corner and disappeared down the stairs.
"Well hold the fuck on! I'm not just gonna leave you hangin', give me sec!"
Krillin put his hand on the rail and waited before Tien came down, pulling a tight white tee over his chest.
"Let's go!" Tien commanded with a smile before the two filed down the stairs and exited out of the hallway and onto the white tiles.
The two got ready to fly before Tien pulled Krillin aside for a moment.
"What?"
"That's not Capsule Corp. is it?"
Krillin crossed his arms and took a second to think.
"No way… You think?"
"We better hurry!"
"Right!"
The two blasted off the palace and zoomed down towards the Earth. Zipping past the trees in a hurry, the villagers turned their heads at the display.
Piccolo
"If you were to run with the argument that we're all equal like the majority of people seem to use 24/7 then that would mean that the only suitable course of action would be communism, no?" Piccolo questioned as he received a tall glass of water in a hand off from Bulma.
"Right, But!" She interjected, handing Gohan some orange juice and fixing her watch before the three of them sat back down on the couch. "If we are the ones in pursuit of our own freedom then, capitalism is the way to go. The unfortunate reality being that we as a society reward the wrong things monetarily."
"Like what?" Piccolo raised a brow and took a long swig.
"Like uhhm…public schooling."
"Do tell." Piccolo laid back a bit more relaxed, stretched out and crossing his long legs.
"Mom says public schools are just to indoctrinate bad ideas and make students do busy work instead of actually teaching them real skills. That's why she said she's not putting me in school until college." He took a big sip from his orange juice, leaving a stain on his lip.
Bulma dabbed it away with a tissue before responding.
"We don't monetarily incentivise good public schooling with our economy. It's apparently far more important to us to hand a bank roll to professional sports players, and high status movie stars than it is to fund the growth of the next generations."
Piccolo furrowed his brow and nodded with some sincerity, tongue in cheek as he thought.
"That seems backwards."
Bulma took a long sip of her drink as well.
"Yeah! Luckily for me, my father took advantage of capitalism and built a brand. Something like this is exactly what capitalism aims to reward. Hard work as well as supply and demand. We fuckin' make everything at Capsule Corp. from cars to coffee, we're rollin' in it."
"Well then shouldn't everybody like capitalism?"
Bulma sighed and averted her gaze to the ceiling fan.
"It's the best one in theory, being that everyone Should be in control of their destiny. It's just not that easy, especially if the big corporations are greedy scumfucks. Oop~, my bad Gohan!" Bulma cringed as it left her mouth.
"I won't say scumfucks in front of mom." Gohan replied as he took another drink.
The three of them took steady sips from their beverages as they lazily looked to the television playing a history channel program. Bulma looked back to Piccolo and drained from her glass again.
"So where do you live? You didn't know much about the modern world until a couple of weeks ago. You sound like someone else I know."
"I just live near water, wherever."
"So you just sleep outside?"
Piccolo just shot her a cold glare before returning his focus to the program.
"Hey! I'm talking to you mister!" Bulma stood in front of the television, blocking his path.
"Yeah, I do." Piccolo shot back with his deep gravelly voice.
"Well I don't like that. You just go out into the wilderness every night after you chill here with me and Gohan?"
"More or less." He sunk into the chair and met her eye contact.
"We have more than enough bedrooms here Piccolo, I don't want any friends of mine sleeping outside and that's final."
"Heh-heh. Suit yourself."
"Uhh Piccolo, I'm a billionaire not a millionaire. It shows poor character if I can't house friends in need. You're staying here."
"Whatever. I'm trying to learn about the dolphins, so I'd appreciate it if you moved."
A commotion was heard from below followed by a frantic pattering of footsteps. Piccolo stood up and averted his gaze to the stairwell from across the loft.
"Piccolo?" Bulma questioned as she backed up, hearing the footsteps much later than he.
Piccolo furrowed his brow before sitting back down.
"Uhh?"
"It's just those two bald guys."
"Piccolo's in the loft!? We gotta hurry!" Tien screamed before rounding the corner.
"Duhhhh…" Krillin let out like a caveman upon seeing the sight of Piccolo having a drink with Bulma and Gohan.
Tien's face lit up red as he was about to say some foolishness.
"The real housewives of Capsule Corp., once you go green I guess you never go back."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Krillin let out bellows of laughter as he fell into the counter under the pressure, slamming his fist onto the marble top.
Tien let out cackles of laughter as the two of them lost it by the stairwell. Bulma came over to check on them.
"Where's Yamcha?"
Tien looked to Krillin with glee.
"Where is Yamcha?" His crane hands raised in a comedic declaration.
They both lost it again, pissing Bulma off.
"Rrrrrrgh!"
"Phew!" Krillin mimed wiping off sweat from his forehead before turning back to the blue haired woman. "My bad, Bulma."
"AH-hah-hah… That one was actually my bad. AH-HEM!" He cleared his throat harshly.
"We needed to talk to Piccolo, we just never thought he'd be here. We hurried over to make sure you were okay."
Bulma nodded.
"Okay fine, you guys can be pretty sweet sometimes."
She turned around on a dime and headed over to the fridge.
"You guys want any drinks?"
Krillin locked eyes with Piccolo in a dramatic fashion.
"Just water is fine!" Tien answered as he took a more neutral position against the wall.
"What do you want, Little Man?"
"He needs you up at The Lookout, Kami's request." Krilin shot back with pinpoint accuracy and bite, forcing Piccolo onto his feet.
DMM!
The kickback of his standing up almost threw the couch across the loft and everyone looked to Krillin and Piccolo's staredown in front of the TV.
"If I have to drag your sorry green ass there, I will. I haven't just been playing house like you have."
Aura rolled off the two of them and Tien sidled over to Krillin's position.
"Damn, I let this guy get so much closer to me than I was supposed to." Piccolo made sure to keep to himself.
Piccolo had taken his training pretty lax for the past 2 months since Goku had told him about the Saiyans. Since all the Earthlings had been doing was going from 0 to 100 in between that time, Krillin's battle power had risen to 725 while Piccolo's was at only 780.
"Yeah, I'll go." He let out solemnly.
Krillin sharpened his brow and maintained his intense staredown.
"Just don't expect brittle bones to keep walking around much longer. I know your old man is on his last legs."
"Are you sure about this?" Tien let out hesitantly as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Krillin.
"It's what Kami wants, and he's treated us very well. Least I can do is come through with this one favour."
Tien focused his three eyes into an intimidating stare at Piccolo and it snatched his attention with ease. The triclops motioned to the door with his eye movements and the three of them filed out of the building, dragging the tension out of the room with them like they were carrying a dead body. Bulma swallowed hard and Gohan looked on with worried eyes.
"Be careful Piccolo!"
Piccolo just shot back a stoic nod and Gohan understood perfectly.
Kami
Piccolo stood with arms crossed in front of Kami in his navy blue throne room. Krillin and Tien grouped up on Kami's side, facing The Demon King's son.
"Taking the easy way out huh old man? Can't even touch my power anymore so you gotta come and recruit the youth of the world to make me straighten up."
"My my, I see your bitch ass has not changed."
Krillin and Tien looked at each other kind of hyped. Piccolo's brow furrowed and he shifted his weight slightly.
"I do not wish to be untoward, I simply thought that you might listen if I use the verbiage you are accustomed to. Mongrels are coming to this planet, and as a citizen or conqueror-" Kami motioned with a wave of his staff as he stepped face to face with Piccolo. "You are caught in the crossfire whether you like it or not."
Kami paced around with his head in the clouds as he spoke to Piccolo, his staff stomping on the ground in a smooth rhythm.
"I, I- I recall your battle with Goku against the first Saiyan, you fought well. We need that unity if we are to protect this planet."
"I only did that to teach that Mongrel some respect. I am not attached to this planet, I care not if it goes. I learned that I'm not the biggest fish in the ocean quite some time ago. It was difficult to let go but I'm beyond that now."
"If that is your answer, I cannot stop you. But poor Gohan does not deserve to have his life taken away due to your negligence."
All three of them were struck cold by Kami's words.
"That boy cares about you, and you care about him. Do this one favour not for me but for Gohan."
Piccolo stared back with intensity and Kami met his gaze. Krillin and Tien looked to each other and the turtle student swallowed harshly before turning his gaze to the two green halves.
"Hmph. Don't try and do anything 'untoward'." Piccolo shot back with some bite before leaving. "I'm gonna go meditate, if you interrupt me, you die." The Demon King's offspring slammed the chocolate coloured door shut and the trio breathed a sigh of relief.
Piccolo
Piccolo sat meditating, his legs crossed and his arms locked in a stance as he floated delicately above the palace, his cape wavering elegantly in the soft winds. Yamcha waltzed in from behind Krillin and Tien on the tile in the middle of the sky island.
"So when did we let kidnappers up into The Lookout?"
"He's not a kidnapper, Yamcha."
"That's just not facts. Just because Gohan ended up liking him doesn't mean he didn't kidnap him at first bro. Didn't he kidnap him, Crane?"
"Well I don't know how correct kidnapping is in this instance but yeah, Gohan wasn't there after I came to."
"Ima' go beat his ass. Who does he think he is comin' up here!?"
"Yamcha chill! Kami told me to grab him and get him up here!"
Piccolo's focus was drawn out of his meditation and his green ears perked up like a dog's.
"Bruh! And you listened!?"
"Oh my god…" Krillin responded, throwing the hands on his hips up into the air and turning around in a defeated declaration.
"Just because he's an old head doesn't mean he knows what he's doing. This freak almost killed Goku at the 23rd and then Actually killed him 2 months ago. You guys want me to give him a pass just because Kami said so!?"
"Chill, Wolf." Tien asserted with a cold trifecta stare, palming Yamcha's shoulder.
"Tch." He shrugged off Tien's left hand and headed back into the palace. "The only reason I didn't fade your shit is because my boys told me not to! Be thankful!" Yamcha let out as one final hurrah as he walked into the building.
"Mongrel." Piccolo's thoughts echoed through and disturbed his meditation, forcing him to start from scratch. A vein of anger pulsing out from his forehead in response.
Piccolo breathed out deep and then took up the pose again. A slight breeze rolling off of his poised frame.