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Piccolo hovered quietly in midair. His meditation was unintentionally focused on the murder of the young lady in the city. He had heard the police chatter about it over their radios. To him, the killing didn't seem like some accident. To him, it sounded as if someone, or something, had chased the girl down and killed her. The question was, what could have such malice and hunger to hunt down a human being and kill it? Unless...
"No way! We killed that thing a week ago! Vegeta blasted it's freakin' head off!" he thought violently to himself. There was no way in hell that that thing could come back after losing it's head. But...then what had chased down that girl in the middle of the night? And what if it struck again?
Bulma stood at the other end of her mourge. She'd been asked by the city to build one and run it since word of her successful lab had reached the city council. She snapped on the last glove. She'd already examined her autopsy tools, and they were all as sharp as ever. She turned to look at the young lady on the slab. It was the young girl who'd been killed the night before. Bulma had no idea why the cops had brought her the body, they already knew what had killed her. But they wanted a full tox screen, organ exam...the works. Bulma sighed. This was no work for a scientist like herself, this was work for a mortician. She picked up the scalpal, walked over to the covered body and lifted the sheet.
Bulma flinched when she saw the throat of the young lady. She hadn't expected so much gore when she read the report. As she stared at the throat, she noticed something. She set the scalpal down and bent closer to the torn throat.
There were teeth marks in the flesh.
Not knife marks. Not needle marks. Teeth. Sharp, triangular teeth marks were in the shredded flesh of the woman's throat. Bulma paled, and stopped breating. She hadn't seen something like this since...since...
"Oh...my...god..."
Gohan walked happily through the forest, idly looking for his mentor. Gohan didn't think he'd remembered a day quite this good in a long time. The sun was high, the clouds were gone, small woodlend animals scurried about, and Son Gohan didn't have a care in the world.
"Where are you going?"
It was the voice. Gohan turned, again looking for the voice, but giving up and decided to answer even though he could not see anyone.
"To find Piccolo-san."
"Why?"
"To spar." This was beginning to sound trivial to Gohan.
"Why?"
"So I can become as strong as my dad."
The voice laughed quite audibly.
"My dear boy, don't you see? You are already stronger. Have you not sensed your ki? It's huge compared to yesterday's, in fact; why don't you look at it now?"
Gohan slowly searched himself. The voice was right, his ki was substancely higher than it was yesterday. It was unreal how much stronger he had gotten simply while he slept. A smile of pride krept it's way across his face. "I can't wait to show Piccolo-san!" He exclaimed.
"NO!" The voice boomed. Gohan nearly fell over in surprise.
The voice calmed to it's normal, soothing tone.
"Boy, don't you see. The namek will be jealous. He will try to tell you the power is evil, he will take it away from you. Don't you see, training with the namek will make you weaker."
Gohan hadn't thought of that. The voice continued to speak, but he didn't hear more of it. He simply wondered if Piccolo would really take something he was jealous of.
"...go home." Was the last part Gohan heard, before turning and beginning to walk home as the voice commanded. "Piccolo-san." He whispered quietly.
Gohan hadn't realized that as the voice appeared, the sky darkened, the temperature dropped, and the animals ran for cover.