The Daimao Clan
"The Daimao Clan: A look at Namek's Greatest Soldiers"
By Neru 1017
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Chapter Three
Goten helps Piccolo up off the ground and sees Nail rubbing his head with Marron standing behind him.
"Man...everyone's hurting my head lately," mumbles Nail absent mindedly.
"Nail?!" asks Piccolo as he stares down the youthful green man before him. Nail is wearing a black tank top that clearly defines his pecs and well-developed six pack. He has on a loose pair of blue jeans with large sneakers and tipping it off a necklace fitting close to his neck with a single silver bead on it.
"Uh, Marron made me do it! I got the idea from Trunks!" explains Nail blushing dark green, "Does it look that bad?"
"No, you look sharp," says Goten making Nail's face flush even more.
"Well, uh, sorry about running into you Piccolo," says Nail, "But there's no time to worry about it!"
"What do you mean?" ask Goten.
"Oh just come with us to Dende's lookout. He can explain better than I can," says Marron.
"Wait a sec, do I need to go get Trunks and Trent too?" asks Goten.
"Yes," says Marron.
"Ok, you guys go on and we'll meet you there," says Goten turning to go back and get Trunks and his son. Marron pushes open the doors and walks to her air-car parked outside.
"We're going in this?" asks Piccolo eyeing the vehicle warily, "I hate cars."
"That's just because you had a bad experience," says Marron, "It'll be ok, I'm driving."
"Piccolo there's no time!" says Nail, "I don't like these things either, but we can't go flying through the city around all these Earthlings."
"Alright, but you owe me one," Piccolo says taking a seat in the back on Nail's side.
Back at Dende's lookout Piccolo is staring at the now grown Dende in disbeleif. Pan and Marron are giving each other worried looks while Trunks, Trent, Gohan and Nail stand by.
"There's no way!" Piccolo yells, "It can't be!"
"It's true Piccolo," says Dende, "And we have to think of something fast."
Piccolo begins pacing across the floor in his usual disciplined and militant style.
"I'm just confused," Piccolo says to no one in particular, "As far as I know we both...we both share the same soul, the same essence. We can't both be here at once...Kami and I shared each other's thoughts but I can't feel Daimao and I hope he can't feel me."
"Well he shouldn't be able to or he could have gone straight to you instead of attacking Marron and Pan," offers Goten.
"But he's so strong...so powerful and Goku's not here this time," says Piccolo.
"You are though!" Yeslls Trent cheerfully, "We can beat him!"
Piccolo stops pacing and takes a knee next to Trent.
"Listen to me Trent," Piccolo says firmly, "If there is going to be a fight, I...I don't want you to come."
"Oh I know you wanna fight him yourself Piccolo! I'll just take on one of the easier ones!" Trent says missing the point of what Piccolo was trying to say.
"No Trent," Piccolo sighs, "You can't come to the battlefeild."
Trent's eyes widen and he looks at Piccolo in a crestfallen way.
"Why not?" he asks Piccolo quietly.
"Well tell him Piccolo," spits Trunks scowling.
"Because I..." Piccolo begins and eyes Nail for help.
"Because he and I both don't want to see you get hurt," Nails recovers.
"Oh isn't that cute," comes a deep voice from outside.
The group runs outside the shrine to see five Nameks in the air above them. Marron and Pan swallow hard while the fighters all take defensive postions.
"I told you to leave!" yells Marron.
"And I did...but am back again as I've found what I seek," says Daimao, "My, my I did well when I created you Piccolo...so strong and handsome my son."
"Bite me!" yells Piccolo.
"Yeah! You need to leave! You can't harm us here! This is holy ground!" yells Nail.
"No," Daimao refuses, "Not until I say...and do...what I came here to do."
Daimao stares hard at Piccolo trying to read the other's face.
"You and me. Your team against mine," Daimao challenges.
"Exactly what is it you want?! I have no reason to fight you!"
"Oh?" says Daimao calmly lifting a finger. After a moment he places it back at his side deciding not to bother with a full-scale attack. He new it didn't take much to anger Piccolo. Daimao looks back up at Piccolo and his eyes flash red. Out of nowhere Piccolo's cape bursts into flames just like the Kame House had.
"Now you do," says Daimao.
Piccolo pulls his flaming white cape up off his broad shoulders and flings it with force over the edge of the platform away from Dende's shrine and his companions. Nail hurridly pulls off his own blue jacket and smothers the flames licking the back of Piccolo's purple gi. Daimao and his team laugh hard slapping each other on the backs. Nail looks over the edge of the floating platform at the falling fireball below. He turns around and looks at Daimao slightly upset.
"Are you ok Piccolo?" asks Goten.
"Yeah...Nail?" asks Piccolo looking over at the other green man.
"Fine here," answers Nail roughly.
"Well now that the two of you have your capes off are you ready to fight?" asks Cymbol.
"You stay out of this!" yells Piccolo, "This is between me and him!"
"Oh, but you see I serve the Demon King. Your just as much my game as his," Cymbol replies with a hiss.
"That's it!" yells Trunks, "Your in for it!"
"Yeah!" yells Nail walking over to stand next to Trunks, "You need to get off your high horse 'Demon King' and fight us like a real Namekian soldier!"
"Ahh, yes," Daimao says mockingly, "The strong soldier of Namek, bound by honor. You are the one called Nail? I do beleive I knew your father when he was young. If your so eager to fight then let's go."
"Wait!" yells Dende stepping out from the group to stand apart and be heard, "You cannot fight here! Like my brother says, this is holy ground."
"Very well, Gaurdian, where do you wish the battlefeild to be?" asks Daimao holding off is men.
"Time! Give us time!" Dende says, "Our honor code states your must give proper time for preperation before a battle! You cannot come in unannounced and expect to battle."
"Honor code, hah. That's just like a healer to try to stop a fight," Daimao laughs, "But it's fine with me. I can do this anytime. How long Guardian?"
"Give us three days," says Dende his narrow face like stone.
"Fine, three days it is," Daimao says, "But after that your mine and I won't hold off my attack on this planet."
"Done," Dende says holding out his hand for a pact.
"Three days," says Daimao lowering himself and taking Dende's hand in his own. Nail fidgets expecting some type of foul play against his brother but Daimao releases Dende's hand and looks up at Nail.
"No, Nail, I'd be a fool to attack a healer," Daimao says, "If it were you or Piccolo it would different...Come!"
Daimao's team gathers around him and they fly off till they can no longer be seen.
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