Hello! This is 3picDragonBall! ^-^ I'm going to write chapters 20-25 of Loveable Leah's amazing story, Trouble At The World Martial Arts Tournament! I hope my writing is just as good as Loveable Leah's. =D Sorry, my memory of Dragon Ball is a little rusty, and I'm afraid my internet is too slow to watch the episodes again. D= Anyway, enjoy the story! I hope it's up to your expectations! ^-^
Tien growled as he tried to stand up, but something kept him from moving. His legs felt unstable –almost like jello.
"What's going on?" he shouted as he took a look at his wobbly legs. "I can't stand up." That's when Tien face-planted himself on the ground.
"Tien!" Kitsuma cried as she tried to reach out for him. She, too, was collapsed on the floor from exhaustion, though they hadn't done any activity that would cause them to lose all their energy.
"Wuh. . ." Sitsuki mumbled as he tried to balance himself, but ended up falling over Nankaski. Before they knew it, they drifted off to sleep.
I only hope one of them wakes up and pays close attention to Master Mutaito's Evil Containment Wave, because if I fail to capture this demon, there will be no one else to save the world, Master Roshi thought as he clasped his hands behind his back. When it came to fighting, he was a totally different man –almost like Launch's strange personalities. The old man stepped outside, revealing himself and awaited King Piccolo's arrival.
The loud roar of the aircraft's engine caught Roshi's attention. He watched as the ship slowly descend and softly touch the emerald-green grass. As brave as Roshi may seem, his heart pounded and his palms were sweaty. The door of the aircraft opened and the green alien walked down the steps.
"I'm only going to say this once, hand over the Dragon Balls," King Piccolo said as he sauntered closer to Roshi. A bead of sweat slid down of the turtle hermit's face. Roshi didn't reply. "Fine, anyway I think your time is just about up. You stand no chance against me. No one will stand a chance against me once I retain my youth once again."
"You'll never find the Dragon Balls! Kitsuma buried them deep into the Earth," Master Roshi smirked, but then realized he just gave away the secret. Quickly, his hands sprawled to his mouth, blocking whatever words may seep out.
King Piccolo grinned. Now he knows how to recover them without even laying a single finger on the old turtle hermit. The demon watched as Roshi constantly hit himself on the head, repeating the word 'stupid' over and over again.
"Let's get to it, old man, I don't have time for this," the demon growled.
"Don't get so feisty, you're old too. I'm just warming up," Roshi said as he shot a wicked-looking grin at King Piccolo. Roshi's hand swiftly dived into his pocket and he fished out a capsule.
"Don't tell me you're going to use an Earthling-made device to defeat me. I'm much more powerful than that."
"Are you sure?" Roshi questioned as he clicked the capsule and tossed it aside. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."
King Piccolo smirked.
The capsule imploded and the smoke surrounded the capsule. All eyes were on the object that would seal away the demon once and for all. Through the smoke, King Piccolo saw the outline of the object. It was puny. The Namekian let out a loud laugh. Roshi let him. He didn't have much time before King Piccolo would notice that it was the rice cooker –the object that sealed him away.
In the cave, Kitsuma began to stir. When Roshi opened the can of Sleep-To-Go, Kitsuma was behind the big, bulky, Tien Shinhan, so not too much gas got to her lungs. She fluttered her eyes open and reached out for Tien's hand. Her gaze let him for a mere moment, so she could examine her surroundings. Surprisingly, she saw Master Roshi out there with King Piccolo. Both did not seem to have any signs of damage. That snapped her back to reality. She had to fight King Piccolo!
"Tien," Kitsuma mumbled as she tried her best to shake him awake. Her arms gave out on her, but her voice didn't. "Tien, wake up." Still, she got no reply. Gathering up the energy she had, she screamed into his ear, "TIEN, GET YOUR FAT BUTT UP NOW!"
Tien nearly jumped to his feet, but not quite. He had just woken up and the sleeping gas had an after-effect also.
"Finally, you sleep like Goku," Kitsuma said as she rolled her eyes.
Tien gave her a death-glare.
"What are we supposed to do?" he asked.
"I don't know. My arms and legs are too tired to move."
Tien only nodded. He looked out of the opening of the cave and saw the two men.
"What is Roshi doing out there?!"
"I have no idea. I . . . wish . . . I could . . . just move!" Kitsuma shouted as she wrestled on the floor.
"Stop. I think Roshi doesn't want us to fight him. He's too strong. Even for you."
Kitsuma stopped and watched as the smoke from the capsule subsided.
What is that? Kitsuma thought. Wait, is that a rice cooker?! Why on earth does Roshi need a rice cooker?!
King Piccolo stopped laughing when he laid eyes on the electric rice cooker.
"No," he said to himself. He took an unsteady step back, but stepped forward again, knowing that you had to know the technique to use the technique. King Piccolo stared angrily at the rice cooker, not noticing that Roshi was charging up for the Evil Containment Wave.
"No way. He's going to use that Evil Containment Wave?" Kitsuma asked with wide eyes. "What is an Evil Containment Wave anyway?" She wished she didn't shrug off the old man, like she did.
"I'm guessing the rice cooker captures evil," Tien said in awe. He never doubted any techniques, for most of the time, they are very useful. "I think Master Roshi wants us to watch him."
The fighters' gazes locked on the battlefield.
Almost there, just a few more. . . There. Ready or not King Piccolo, you are going to be locked up, once again, Roshi thought. His breathing was heavy and his face was beaded with drops of sweat. One shot. If I don't make this count, it'll be the end of the world.
"EVIL CONTAINMENT WAVE!" Roshi screamed as he sent a green blast towards the distracted Namekian. It wasn't over yet. Roshi moved his arms, the blast mimicking his motions. King Piccolo was yelling at the top of his lungs as his shape began to deform. Roshi moved his hands up and then down, aiming for the rice cooker. Once King Piccolo was inside the rice cooker, it would be all over. But that wasn't the case. Missing by an inch, Roshi slammed the demon beside the rice cooker. "No, this can't be," Roshi mumbled as he stumbled backward. He used up all his energy in that attack. The turtle hermit collapsed from exhaustion and lied on the lush green grass.
"No, he missed!" Kitsuma yelped.
King Piccolo was on his knees, eyes wide. He had lived! The old man missed the rice cooker. What a relief –for King Piccolo, that is.
"Ha! You missed! It's over for you," he said as he stood up.
"You won't win this, you demon," Master Roshi said. His body lacked of energy. "You will be silenced once and for all." And with that, Roshi's soul rose above his body and left to the Otherworld.
"Is he dead?" Tien croaked. He shifted his head to look at Kitsuma. He hadn't realized how emotionally strong she was. After Tao had killed her parents, that was probably the reason. Then Tien realized that Chiaotzu wasn't here. He knew Chiaotzu wasn't here, though. He was in a different cave, just as Kitsuma ordered him to. That meant he wasn't affected by the sleeping gas.
"What's up?" Kitsuma asked.
"Chiaotzu. He hasn't been affected by the gas," Tien said.
Kitsuma wrinkled her nose.
"Not that gas. Sleeping gas."
"And you're point is?" Kitsuma said impatiently.
"Chiaotzu can stop King Piccolo from wishing eternal youth."
Kitsuma's eyes grew wide. "But how?"
"He could shout out a different wish instead."
A smile crept across Kitsuma's face, not a nice smile, a devious smile.
"Then that's the plan," Kitsuma said as she tried to concentrate. Tien and Kitsuma were conscious, but not fully energized. She closed her eyes and tried to establish a connection between her and Chiaotzu.
'Chiaotzu, can you hear me?' Kitsuma asked telepathically.
'Is that you, Kitsuma?' Chiaotzu asked.
'Yeah, it's me. We need you to do something. The old fart sent out some sleeping gas and we fell asleep. You have to wish for something else. Anything.' Kitsuma ordered.
'What do you mean? Is Tien with you? Is he ok?' Chiaotzu said worriedly. He couldn't bear the thought of his best friend being harmed.
'He's fine. When King Piccolo summons the Eternal Dragon, make sure he doesn't get his wish, alright?' Kitsuma repeated.
'Okay.' Chiaotzu thought and Kitsuma cut herself off.
Little do they know that their plan would take a different turn.