Piccolo's Fate
The story begins...
She came from the heavens, torn and battered from a long, stressful, and painful journey. Her time had come much too long ago to learn what it meant to love. The only problem was would her destined husband love her just as equally? The answers were soon to be revealed...
"Piccolo's Fate: A DBZ Love Story"
By Green Angel
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Chapter One
The dark clouds rolled with thunder and flashed brilliant colors down on the earth as lightening reached its fiery fingers from the skies. A storm had been brewing for a few hours and had just begun to reveal its stirring power to the forest below. Wind ripped trees from their roots, tearing the earth and leaving enormous scars across the green landscape. There was no rain, only unbearable wind, blinding lightening, and booming thunder loud enough to be felt. Animals had been lost in the swirling chaos, and whatever life left in the storm had luckily found refuge deep in the woods.
Lightening shot from the sky and struck the forest, lighting it with its hellish flames. The fire spread madly, burning everything in its path and almost sucking in anything else near it. The vast forest seemed almost half engulfed in flames when it happened: a spherical dart, almost the size of a car, plummeted from the sky, flaming, toward the middle of the wild fire, leaving a long smoke trail behind it. It crashed into the earth with a huge impact, sending a shock wave across the land and beyond the horizon, blowing out the wild fire as if it were merely the flame of a match, and pushing land up from around its crater. The meteor had completed the storm’s job of destroying the forest in addition to sending a good-sized earthquake across that side of the globe.
The storm gradually calmed, and the clouds began to part as dawn introduced a new day. The crater still smoked from the impact, and the dust was finally settled, leaving a fertile scent in the air. As the clouds in the horizon slowly parted, letting light from the morning sun stream through its cracks, a woman slowly revealed herself from the brim of the abyss. The rays hit her, issuing the fresh morning heat all over her bare body, emitting a kind of glow around her nimble form. She slowly opened her eyes, adjusting them to the light. She stared at the sunrise, evaluating its smoothness and texture, speculating its nature, taking in everyone of its brilliant colors pleasing to the eye. This was the first time she had ever witnessed a sunrise.
Yamcha slammed on the brakes, sending Puar flying into the windshield. After peeling her face from it, the small gray cat looked at Yamcha with a fierce glare of rage. “Yamcha!! Don’t ever do that again!! I thought you knew how to drive!!”
Yamcha didn’t answer. He just sat there, eyes wide and staring at something towards the distant horizon. He hadn’t seen the small meteorite, but he could definitely sense the power emitting from where it landed. It was strong... very strong. He wasn’t sure if it was as strong as Goku’s, even if highly unlikely. All he knew was that it was way higher than his own. It didn’t seem evil, but it didn’t really feel pure or good, either. He was finally able to speak. “Puar, do... do you... feel that?” Puar frowned at him, still a little ticked from getting slammed into the glass. “NO, Yamcha. I DON’T feel that!” Her expression suddenly changed from angry to concerned and worried. “Feel what, Yamcha?”
By now, Yamcha was gaping at the aura. “It’s... it’s enormous. I... I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it...! It’s so strong!”
By now, Puar was about ready to jump out of her fur. “What is it, Yamcha?! Is it bad!?!?”
“I don’t know...” Yamcha grasped the steering wheel. “But I’m going to find out.”
Flooring the petal, the cruiser vaulted forward with accelerating speed. Puar was flung into the back seat by the force, getting wedged in between the cushions. Yamcha focused on the spot on the horizon, ignoring Puar’s muffled yells of his name.
The cruiser slowed to a stop, hovering about a foot above ground. Yamcha climbed out and surveyed his surroundings. They had parked at the edge of the gigantic crater. Puar floated near his shoulder. “Wow!” she whispered in awe. “This is amazing! What do you suppose did this?”
Yamcha squinted at the morning sunshine. “Don’t know...” He looked along the edges of the chasm. Everything was singed and black. Not a single living thing around the deep pit withstood the impact. There was practically nothing to be seen besides the crater itself.
Suddenly, Yamcha’s eye caught a glimpse of movement on the opposite side of the crater. He watched carefully, squinting even more to make out its figure. Then he sew that it was a person. A small bit of relief came to him. At least someone else might be able to tell him what happened. He called out for the person as he started to fly towards it. “Hey! Hey, you! Hold on a sec!” Puar trailed behind him, trying to keep up.
The figure turned and faced the approaching visitors. Yamcha could now make out the figure and knew plainly that it was a woman. But something wasn’t right. When he got closer and saw what was the matter, he gasped in disbelief and shock. He slowed way down and stopped in midair in front of her, gaping at what he saw. Puar finally caught up, gasping for air supporting her weight on Yamcha’s shoulder. She looked up at him and managed to speak. “Yamcha, what are you staring at now?” When he didn’t reply, she followed his gaze to its source. Then she, too, gasped at the strange woman that stood before them.
Green. No hair. Antennae. The woman was obviously not of this world. Green all over, with patches of pink on her arms, legs, and stomach. Bald, with ears that extended to a point, her face, along with the rest of her body, seemed fragile and delicate. She had no eyebrows, but a protruding brow took their places with a pair of antennas an inch or two above them. Bare naked, cold, and clutching herself from the wind, she stood in front of them, staring at them with a look of alarm. Yamcha let his eyes run down from head to toe and back. All clues pointed to one answer. She was a namek. But nameks only had one gender. There wasn’t such a thing as a woman in the namek race. That’s what he understood of the nameks, anyway. And, yet, a namek woman stood in front of him.
It was almost unbelievable. The best part was that it was from the woman that Yamcha had felt the power. This namek, woman or not, had a power level higher than maybe that of Goku’s.
Yamcha slowly descended and landed lightly on the ground. The woman watched every move he made. He cautiously stepped forward, being careful as to not startle her. She just stared at him, ready to run at any moment should the need arise. But something kept her from fleeing. The approaching creature seemed harmless, but she knew better than to believe that. She had fallen for that mistake way too many times before. But there was something about him that told her to stay. Yamcha reached out to touch her. She gasped and pulled away from him. Yamcha hesitated and held his hands up, palms towards her. “It’s okay, it’s okay...” he said in a soothing voice. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He again approached her, being as careful as her could so as to not alarm her. He slowly reached out and touched her shoulder. She flinched at his touch, as if it was painful. Then she sighed deeply and relaxed her muscles, stumbling forward into his embrace. He held her gently, rubbing her back as she shook from the cold wind. Yamcha slipped his jacket off and, with some effort, was able to put it on the woman, concealing at least some skin. Knowing that her trust was in his hands now, he took her hands in his, and they slowly made their way to the cruiser. From there, he started off towards Capsule Corporation, hoping to find hospitality from Bulma for this woman.
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