Prologue: King Piccolo Saga pt 5- Piccolo's Fear: Mafuba!

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Chemistry-Deaf: I should be studying for my finals.

"Time for you to die." Piccolo held up his two fits. He yelled in concentration as ki build up in his hands. The glow died and everyone watching wait in anticipation. With a roar, Piccolo released one of his hands with palm facing the kid. The ki ball shot to where the kid was standing. He had jumped up, but Piccolo was ready for him. He released the other hand at the flying kid. It hit him and he fell to the ground hard. Piccolo chuckled as he walked to the still kid. "Seems you have reached a new level of incompetence." Pilaf and his minions shook with shock of how easily Piccolo took down the kid. Saxophone ignored them. He already knew how the battle would have ended. "His heart has stopped. He's dead." Piccolo stood up and flew to the airship.

"Welcome back, Diamao Piccolo," Saxophone greeted Piccolo as he landed on the airship.

"You got the Dragon Ball?"

"Yes, I do." Saxophone held up a six star ball.

"Good. Since we got other problems, let's go. Soon, I'll become young again and no one will stop me!" Piccolo laughed as he step inside. Saxophone noticed he left his robe and cape on the ground. Deciding that Diamao looked better in his gi, he made a small smile for Diamao's eagerness.

"S-so," Pilaf started after recovering the display of Diamao's might, "when he becomes young, he'll be stronger than...?"

"Than he is now?" Saxophone finished for him. "Oh, yes. Sounds like you three needs a bit of luck to stay here." They jumped at Saxophone's smirk and the implication behind it. They quivered worse than before as they timidly entered the airship.

Piccolo was in a very good mood as everyone except Mai and Shu watched the globe. Piccolo currently has three Dragon Balls in his hands. The globe showed the airship with three dots flying across the country. A group of four dots was in a neighboring country flying perpendicular to the airship's flight going upward. Mai was steering the plane and Shu was not willing to stay in the same room as Piccolo left. Poor Pilaf was worried that his wish may not be granted as he stared at the other group of Dragon Balls.

"Seems like this fool knows I have the Dragon Balls," Piccolo said, noticing how the dots eventually intersect with their flight. This did not deter his good mood. In fact, it seems to excite him. His goal was in his sights and he might make another killing. This was such a good day. Saxophone did not share his excitement, but he was happy that Diamao was pleased.

When the four dots were about to intersect, it stopped. Pilaf was surprised. Piccolo and Saxophone, however, were expecting this. "It must be a trap," Piccolo rumbled in amusement. Soon, the airship stopped and Mai's voice was heard through the ship's broadcast.

"Diamao Piccolo, we're just above the Dragon Balls."

"Alright, then." Piccolo got up from his throne. "I'm off!" Pilaf quickly open the glass door for Piccolo and Saxophone to go through. Shu and Mai came through it some seconds later. They observed the barren ground with various rock formations.

"There's no one there!" Pilaf stated the obvious.

"They're hiding," Piccolo replied. "I bet they want to steal my Dragon Balls. I'll keep them on me." Piccolo place them on his mouth and swallowed them. Piccolo and Saxophone barely heard talking over the wind and the airship's idling engine. Saxophone was starting to feel the affect of thirst from flying around and asked Mai to get him juice. As Mai ran inside to get his order, a bald old man walked out of his hiding place.

"I'm here, Piccolo!" he shouted loud enough to catch their attention.

"Coming out already? How does he know my name? Well, it's doesn't matter since he is going to die." Piccolo jump off the airship and yelled out, "I admire your courage!" He landed in front of the old man. The wind prevented Saxophone to hear their conversation, but he noticed something amused his Diamao.

"Well, this is interesting," Saxophone said to no one in particular.

"What is?" Mai asked since she arrived with the glass with purple liquid. Saxophone looked over to her and took the glass.

"Two old people fighting." He took a taste test and liked the flavor. Mai looked down to the scene below.

It wasn't much of a fight. They had a conversation and by Piccolo's behavior, something shocked him. The old man tossed something and poof! A jar appeared. Saxophone doesn't recognize it, but Piccolo was scared out of his mind. He ignored the old man's shouting and jumped into flight screaming. Saxophone watched in anticipation of the technique that frightened Diamao so badly.

"MAFUBA!" the old man shouted as he outstretched his hands towards Piccolo's retreating figure. Green waves hit Piccolo, warping his voice. Once Piccolo was fully under it's power, a vortex of green stretched Piccolo. It was at that instant, Saxophone realized that the old man was aiming Piccolo to the jar. He didn't think and acted on his fear of his Diamao being sealed.

The old man didn't see Saxophone. He took a quick glance at the jar before trying to direct Piccolo to the jar. It was at that time frame that Saxophone appeared. He kicked the jar out of the way when he directed Piccolo to where the jar was. His shock of not seeing a jar, but a younger version of Piccolo. His back was turn and he could see the Daimao's symbol on his back. Then, a green beam hit him.

A/N: Fear the power of the Wave!