(The remainder 10 percent accounts for when the author bullshits randomly.)
I've got another interesting little side project to stretch my mind a bit and extend my trivial fandom. My research into Klingon and artificial languages for my college paper brought the idea of compiling Namekku-go, the Japanese word that describes the Namek language, from manga and Japanese episodes into a working language because I'm that much of a nerd.
A basic greeting in Namekku-go (like "konnichiwa") is "piconnato". Hurray, you learned something today!
Vegita was finally training with the others after many days of Bulma coaxing him instead of helping Arufuredo with Atsarute (which was becoming more difficult than ever with it's being able to see Piccolo). He was now dodging the blasts of Goku and returning in a flurry of attacks of his own, which gradually turned into a battle royal with Kuririn and Gohan. The women got together and chatted, mostly about Videl's future plans with Gohan.
Piccolo somehow became more reclusive than ever, meditating outside on the other side of the ship, away from the training session and away from Atsarute. Whenever he caught his father in a moment where they could "converse" freely, he questioned about the cure, becoming more and more annoyed by his situation than ever before.
Daimaou's vagueness just aggravated it even further. That thing's the cure, but it's not ready yet. Don't worry about it until it is.
How will I know when it's ready? How the Hell should I use it when it is?
You will know when it's ready, and you will know what to do when it happens.
What kind of cryptic nonsense is that?
Such were how these conversations continued.
And, in more detail on the study of the walking fiend, it has already tried to escape three times, wounded several scientists in these attempts, and has now become incredibly belligerent. It paced about its cell in an irritable manner, growling at every passerby. They attempted putting on the recording of the 23rd Tenkaichi Boutoden, as well as other videos of fighting tournaments, but they did not succeed to appease its temper. It was now virtually impossible to feed it without tranquilizing it with gas, to which it was already gaining a tolerance.
.-.
The four fighters were facing each other in a cardinal-system like formation again, trying to stare one another down and give themselves a chance to catch a breath.
"Kuririn, you're getting more and more tired. You can take a break," Goku said when he glanced over to his heavily breathing, old friend. Kuririn was, after all, a Human, and had a lot of difficulty keeping up with the Saiya-jin.
But he shook his head. "I'm not nearly as bad off as you think. I don't need a break." And with this, he charged towards Gohan.
"Halt! Who's there!"
The sudden voice surprised Kuririn and made him tumble into Gohan instead of actually making an attack. The two scrambled to get up and face the figure now brandishing a weapon at Goku and Vegita. He either wore full battle armor, or had steel for skin and black pits for eyes.
"State your names and species, lest I cut you down at this very spot!" He shouted, pointing a sword that looked recently shined towards Goku.
The friendly Saiya-jin blinked and tried to approach without intent to harm, but the man slashed at him and forced him to stay at bay while he talked. "My name is Son Goku. This is Vegita, a friend of mine. Over there," he gestured towards the two men dusting their clothes from their fall. "Is my son Gohan and my best friend, Kuririn. We're here to—"
"What race are you? Speak up!"
"Eh… Vegita and me are Saiya-jin… Kuririn is Human, and Gohan is both Saiya-jin and Human…"
The armored figure didn't speak for a while. "I never heard of such races. Why should I believe that you're not trying to deceive me?"
"And who are you to question us?" Vegita had quite enough of this guy already. "I'll have you know that I'm the prince of my race."
"So? I'm of royal blood as well, and my race is more than likely superior in size to yours. Hurry and explain yourselves, or I shall become impatient. Are you traveling with any Pasuko-jin?"
"Yes…" Goku answered, and found the blade half a centimeter from his face.
"Where's Atsarute-sama?" He growled.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a second!" Kuririn came forward towards the side of this man. "Didn't you see that message about peach colored aliens? We're the peach colored aliens!"
"I'm aware of that, but it doesn't matter," he said, "I can sense that Atsarute-sama is angry and trying desperately to do something, and if you're the one's hindering my general, I will kill you upon this spot."
Piccolo chose this time to come from the other side of the ship into the middle of this threatening and interrogation, raising a brow as he pushed some brush aside towards the training clearing. "What is going on here? Who the fuck are you?"
"Namek!" the armored man yelled, "What purpose do you have with these people? Have you joined the Pasuko-jin against General Atsarute as well?"
"I'm not in the mood to be spoken down to, ass." Piccolo's voice seemed like it was soaked in frustration from his last exchange with his father. "I asked the questions first, and I expect them to be answered first."
"Certainly, Namek, you know who it is that you're talking to, or are you too drunk off your gourd to recognize me?"
"If I even knew you, how Hell could I tell from that clunky suit?" He glowered.
"Your insolence is intolerable! What is your name?"
Piccolo just stared as tight browed as before, then turned around towards the ship. "Piss off."
"Come back here!" He called, but when he found he was being ignored, he avoided the advances of the four "peach" men and charged after him as he entered the ship, and both ended up in a grapple in the observation room.
Atsarute was awoken by the struggling and sat up, growling at the two, particularly Piccolo, as they tried to overcome each other. The noise finally alerted Arufuredo, who was tweaking the preservation box (to make sure that it worked in this ship's condition of air as well). He brought the partially opened item with him into the observation room, and was knocked backwards by the men's fight. The box fell and Uwaki's head rolled out right in front of the cell.
"Oh shit!"Arufuredo didn't know how Atsarute would react to the sight of a severed head since it was now in such a violent mood again. He tried to duck through between the fight, but to no avail. It wasn't until then he realized who was fighting, and immediately tried to break it up.
"Gentlemen!" He grabbed each shoulder and pushed them apart. "Suraku-sama! What are you doing here?"
The man glared at the scientist. "And what business do you have to speak to me like an ally, Pasuko-jin?"
An odd sound interrupted Suraku's actions of proceeding to fight with the doctor as well. It was a dry, scratchy, guttural sequence of breath coming from the walking fiend.
"What is it doing?" Piccolo asked, not quite sure as to how to place the sound or the shuddering of the thing's shoulders.
"I think…" Arufuredo picked up the box and looked back at the head. "I think that it's laughing."
"At what?"
"That head. It thinks its funny."
"What's so funny about it?"
"Atsarute had a very weird sense of humor. Let me try something…" He approached and slowly took the head off the ground, then placed it back in the box and shut it. The fiend was still chuckling a bit, but it eventually quit and went back to sleep, not offering another growl.
Suraku turned towards the cage and stood without uttering a word for the longest time. "You're not telling me… that can't be…"
"It is, Suraku-sama. It can communicate with you after its woken up. In the meantime… I guess we have to explain everything to each other."
Piccolo looked over back towards the door. The other warriors had already piled in, and had been there a while, but seemed so confused by the event that none of them knew how to effect such a peculiar situation.
.-.
Jakkaru had his head bowed in worry as he sat in his branch office of Palus VI. He could sense the influx of his general's frustrated power just as well as Suraku, but he decided to do nothing. Suraku was much younger, though, and tended to act rashly without Atsarute's guidance. Normally, I'm the one pulling this shit, he thought, and then looked over at a jar containing slivers of bark from a Kocyp tree, then pulled out a few strands and began chewing on them with his molars.
After a few minutes of gnawing at the treat, he sent out an order for some of the others to come. Jakkaru wasn't known for his intelligence, his wisdom, his ability to lead, or his charisma, but he did know patience and honor, and these were qualities that no one doubted in him. There were times that he felt that he should have gone into the same business as his father, the business of planet making, but these were few and far between. Either way, he'd be rich, and either way, his head would hurt, whether it was from the complicated math used to construct the core of a new world, or from getting bashed by Atsarute for doing stupid things, which saved his life more than once.
"I don't know what to do now," he grumbled to himself, "I can't go after Suraku in that state, nor can I help him. And I don't know why Atsarute left that weird message for us in the tree instead of waiting for us and explaining it, or why Atsarute is with the Pasuko-jin and those strange aliens with them…" He leaned back, sinking his teeth into another piece of bark. "It must be a plan. There's always a plan."
And it's so easy when you're evil! This chapter's shorter than what I've been doing lately, but they've still been getting longer and longer.
Kocyp is just "Pocky" mixed up.