Disclaimer: Chapter 2.
Well, I was right. #lol# I couldn't resist!Getting interesting reactions is fun! I think that I should have ended a chapter back in GVD with Hina-chan saying that Jin was her mother.
And, just in case no one noticed, I changed the rating to R. Extra info, I updated the OC page and fixed the picture links. No new pictures, though; unfortunately, I haven't had much time to draw.
Queen Komugiko looked absolutely dumbfounded. "...What just happened?" Something that she didn't expect, or didn't sense, or didn't think as possible, just happened, and she could sense it through the streams. Her guards looked at her quizzically while she lowered her head in confusion. Did he just die again... or... what?
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While everyone screamed for Piccolo to do something, Arufuredo came closer and started to examine what happened. Those red lines look to be cut all around his body and the blood is coming from... wait a minute... He noticed that they slowly healed back together before his eyes. He pulled out a small, screwdriver-like tool from his pocket and lightly pushed at the red seams to examine more closely.
Piccolo's eyes shot open and he sat up, wide-eyed but otherwise expressionless. His friends gasped at the abruptness, then sighed in relief to see that he was okay.
"Piccolo, you had us going for a while there," Kuririn said, laughing, "Scaring people like that isn't nice you know."
"I'm glad that you're all right, Piccolo-san."
He wasn't listening, only looking ahead of him, then down at his hands in a serious manner. A mischeivous smirk went across his face, and he stood straight, shoved Gohan and the others out of his way, and walked towards the vehicle with Goku and Chi-chi in it.
Although he was confined by his wife to his seat, his posture still straightened and he yelled a greeting to Piccolo excitedly. But instead of going around the vehicle to Chi-chi's or Goku's side, Piccolo stepped on top of the vehicle and kept walking until he was looking down at them in the topless machine, still grinning. Goku's smile faded. Something's... not right...
"What's wrong, Son Goku?" he said, but his voice sounded much older and more hoarse than it did before, "You were so happy earlier. Did I... do something to dampen the mood?" His lips stretched from a grin to a malicious smile, his fangs now clearly and menacingly in view.
Goku started to sweat. "You're not Piccolo..."
"Oh? Is that so?" The Namek laughed. "Sorry to call you incorrect, but I am Piccolo--" He playfully made a beam of energy from his fingers and swiped down at Goku with it, slashing a mark into his face, then allowing the energy to dissipate in the air, "--I'm just the Senior version."
Goku immediately pushed Chi-chi out of the car and followed after her, avoiding another one of the attacks, which this time had Piccolo's fist far past the seats of the car.
"Otou-san! What's going on?" Gohan shouted.
"Everybody! Be on guard!" Goku edged sideways into defense. "I don't know how... but Piccolo Daimaou has revived as his old self..."
"Daimaou?"
Kuririn turned so pale that his forehead looked blue. "...But that's impossible! You killed him yourself, Goku! Over 20 years ago!"
Gohan turned to Kuririn. "Who is 'Daimaou'?"
He looked back with a puzzled face. "Didn't anyone tell you? He rampaged Earth before you were born. He's Piccolo's father!"
The teenager blinked. He did hear about Piccolo Daimaou, but no one told him anything about him being his trainer's father; the trainer himself didn't touch on it. I thought that Piccolo Daimaou and Piccolo-san were the same person...
Piccolo Daimaou sat down on the vehicle and laughed again, facing the confused/frightened Earthlings. "It was 22 years ago that you killed me, and to be honest, I'm rather bitter about it." He merely waved his hand and knocked everyone in the proximity off their feet. "My son's knocked out cold right now. So is Kami-sama and that disturbing clone Neil. I've got complete control of this body, and, with my son's training and my own recent addition to the power, I can set out to kill all of you, in alphabetical order if I wish." He blasted a quick beam at Goku that sent him crashing into a tombstone.
Gohan ran to protect his father. "Otou-san is still recovering from wounds! Attacking him like this is underhanded!"
The man chuckled again. "Do you think that I care about that? I'll do whatever I please. Now, out of my way, child." He smacked Gohan aside, who was caught before hitting the ground by Videl and Kuririn. "Just because he made it easier on me doesn't mean I'm not going to kill him anyway. I'm not soft like you Humans are."
Goku got up and into stance. Piccolo merely walked up to him, grinned again, and was suddenly kicking the back of his head from in the air. Then, he moved to kick his jaw, launching Goku high into the air. Piccolo followed and knocked him back down. The Saiya-jin recovered from the blow just in time to land on his feet. He stared at his friend seriously before coming to a decision, then, going into a stance again and cupping his hands in a familar manner, began: "Ka...me..."
"Do you really think that such a weak move will effect me?" Piccolo said in an audacious tone.
"Ha..me..."
Kuririn maintained an expression of shock on his face. "Is Goku... really intent on killing him?"
Videl turned to him with a puzzled look. "That's the idea, isn't it?"
"Even if Piccolo Daimaou has control of that body, Piccolo is still in there! Just unconscious."
"HA!" He hurled a bluish column of light towards Piccolo. He had a plan to subdue him that he would initiate when Piccolo dodged.
Daimaou slapped the beam away instead, but after he did, he cursed in pain and grabbed his arm. Fresh blood was running down it again. "What the Hell..." he hissed, "They didn't fully heal yet..."
Arufuredo managed to hear these words and screamed to Goku, "Aim for those red lines!"
Goku made a confused look, then went into stance again, not long before he was hit in the gut by Piccolo's fist, then punched backwards.
"Son of a bitch!" he growled, "Do you think that I'm going to give a stupid monkey like you the chance?" He was about to inflict more damage but his head suddenly shot to the side, as if he sensed something. Damn... my son is completely incapable of sensing it, so I should go subdue it while I still have the chance...but... He looked back over to Goku. This might be my only chance to kill Son Goku as well! There's only one thing to do... Daimaou brought his fists back and electric energy started to bounce off both of them. He put them over his head. "Masenko!" He forced forth a beam of his own towards Goku, one that was perhaps unnecessarily immense, but he had to make sure that he died if he were to leave for another reason.
Gohan tried to run forward to get his father out of the way, but Videl and Kuririn kept hold of him arms and would not let him go. Goku was now wounded and couldn't possibly block or dodge the immense attack. Then he was aware that someone was tugging him away...
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Piccolo left immediately from the battle towards the power. It's hiding; I can tell. I can hear it from this distance. It's sniffing... looking for something.
He came before a conglomeration of rocks, where that creature was searching the ground, its nose practically in the dirt. It tried to stay in the shadows, but every once in a while, its arm or its leg would shift into the sunlight, showing off its horrid transformation. It kept low, trying to make certain of where it was going through all of the senses it could muster up.
Is it blind? Daimaou thought when he landed before it. It didn't seem to sense him at all until he spoke, "Hey," then it jumped back in surprise, searching for what made the noise, sniffing the air and grasping around, but even when it touched him, it didn't seem to notice. It gave up pretty soon and continued on its original search.
"What are you looking for?"
It stopped again, but decided to answer by waving its fingers. "Ssshhhh...."
"A stream?"
It nodded.
"Any particular stream?"
It made a gesture with its arm similar to an arch.
"I see. You mean that stream that runs through some old ruins on this planet."
It nodded again.
"Face my voice and keep going in my direction until you get there." He growled in his misfortune. "Fix yourself up quickly; you're in no condition for my needs right now."
It growled back, then went forward as it was told.
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Chi-chi had pulled her husband out of point-blank just enough to avoid elimination. However, the cost was having her severely wounded as well. Both of them were burned and torn, bleeding internally along with everything else.
Bulma took out a capsule and decompressed the one containing the bag of Senzu. "Can they swallow in their state?"
Arufuredo was already examining them and keeping their status stable. "They're both unconscious, but their throats and digestive tracts seem to be fine. If they don't swallow it automatically, I can induce it."
"All right. Give each of them one of these." She handed him two of the Senzu.
He looked at them with a raised brow. "What are these? Pills? Legumes?"
"Just do it, Aru-chan."
He now gave her a somewhat pissed off look along with the uncertainty, but he did as he was told and gave the couple each a little green bean. They swallowed, and each awoke, a little daze but in good health, simultaneously.
Goku looked over at his wife with his usual innocent face. "Chi-chi...? What happened?"
"I don't know," she said, "How do you feel?"
He looked down at his body and at his torn and dirtied clothes. "Fine... but I don't look it."
Arufuredo looked as if he was about to have an aneurysm. "Wha- how-- it-- not from..."
Chi-chi rubbed her head. "The last I remember, I was pulling you out of Piccolo's attack..."
Goku exclaimed in surprise. "Why did you do a dangerous thing like that?! You could have died!"
"And you could have, too!" She poked him accusingly in the chest. "I'm not about to let you get yourself killed while I'm around!"
The doctor turned away from the scene to Bulma. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT DRUG I JUST GAVE THEM?!"
She giggled. "Senzu. An extremely rare heal-all from our home planet."
"H-heal all...?"
"Yep. Can heal anything except diseases and disorders. We'll often carry a bag full with us when going off to places where there could be battles."
Arufuredo, flabbergasted, plopped down on the ground. "Amazing."
Okay, Piccolo isn't dead. Just sleeping while Daddy is blasting holes in the planet. Weeee....