Dragon Ball: Rebirth
Chapter 2- The
Those words intruded upon Aram's thought process like a loud
thunder clap. Wait, he thought, did he say that his name was
Piccolo. He can't actually think himself to be Piccolo. Great,
not only do I have an extra refugee, but he's a loon.
Aram started back towards the table, examining this Namekian
closely. He did look very old, and Piccolo was supposedly
a Namek, but this Namek's eyes were so dull and unfocused...
like he didn't know exactly where he was or who he was anymore.
How could one of Earth's greatest warriors look like a pathetic,
old beggar. Sighing, he went to the kitchen and grabbed another
mug for the stranger and poured him some water.
"Are you sure that you don't want stew? I have plenty."
Aram called out to the living room where the man and the rest
of the women sat. "No, all I require is water,"
came the gruff reply.
While Aram was busy, the women talked to Piccolo.
"Are you really the Legendary Piccolo? Or are you just
another impostor," asked one young woman.
"Bah," shouted one old crone, " you shouldn't
be so believing Elize. Would the real Piccolo come in humbly
and ask for mere water? NO! Piccolo was know for his fiery
temper, and everyone knows that Namek's are ravenous flesh
eaters. That's why Piccolo was so strong, his Namekian race
gave him the power." Elize quietly sat down, admonished
by the elder woman, Marta.
Aram returned to the room with all eyes upon him. It made
him slightly nervous, but he shook it off. He gave the mug
of water to the stranger and asked him in slow steady words
(the stranger was crazy after all) where he was from. The
man lifted his head up from his mug and replied, "The
whole earth is my home. Wherever I wander is my home."
Curious, Aram was about to ask more questions when the old
woman Marta interrupted.
"Now young man, you've been very kind, but we require
your help further. If you would be so kind as to escort us
to our home, we be very appreciative." Aram chuckled
at the question. "I have work here. You know your way
home and I can give you food. Travel by night and the Emperor's
patrols won't get you. Now, you should--"
"That simply won't do, young man. We need more help
than that." Marta interrupted.
Annoyed, Aram said through clenched teeth, "I've helped
you all I can. I have MY OWN matters to attend to, so if you
"COWARD!" Marta shrieked. "Too petty to help
a band of poor women and children, eh! I'll teach you a lesson,
you mangy mongrel. Why when I was your age people would..."
And she droned on and on, all the while getting angrier.
Aram got up and went over to calm her down, but the moment
he got near her, she grabbed her old gnarled cane and rapped
him on the knuckles. "Ow!" Aram yelped in shock.
"Now ma'am, just calm--OW!" Marta hit Aram on the
head, and then began striking him all over. Aram was perplexed
at the stituation. On the one hand, he could probably crush
her skull with his hand and end her miserable life, and on
the other he could wait until she passed out from exhaustion.
Then he could promptly lock her outside and... a shark strike
to his groin ended those thoughts. His temper flaring, knocking
her through the wall began to sound like a good idea.
Just before he actually carried out his idea, the stranger's
voice rose above the confusion. "That's enough Marta."
Suddenly Marta's cane lept out of her hands and sped towards
the stranger. The man caught it right before tip would have
hit his temple. Effortlessly, he crunched the cane, and through
Aram was speechless. How did he do that. Unfortunately, Marta
wasn't. "Why did you snap a poor old woman's cane? If
I still had my cane, I'd teach you a proper lesson."
Marta said, spewing venom. Amazingly, with a mere look, the
stranger silenced this stubborn old hag.
Recovering from the shock, Aram finally formed an intelligible
sentence. "Wh-- Wha- Who are-- Huh?"
The man stood up, and motioned for them all to follow him.
He led them outside, into the cool night air. The stars lit
up the sky, and the moon was full. Aram thought he caught
a brief smile on the stranger's face, as if he was remembering
something from long ago.
"You asked me who I was. I'll show you." the stranger
said in his deep voice. Aram couldn't explain it. It seemed
as if the very air around the stranger was shimmering. The
hair on Aram's body pricked up, and he felt as if energy was
coursing through the air. Then, ever so slowly, a rock began
to rise into the air. Then another, until bits of the grounds
started coming up. Aram could feel the ground trembling beneath
him. A white shimmering aura surrounded the man. Electricity
coursed around the stranger's body. The ground shook violently,
so violent that Aram dropped to his knees, cowering in terror.
He murmured prayers to his ancestors, and even one to Kami-samma,
someone he no longer believed in. Instead of getting better
though, the energy around the stranger exploded. Aram was
feeled with dread, cowering at the sheer might of this stranger.
His whole life he had thought himself strong. Until he met
this man, he had never known true power. Suddenly, the energy
subsided, as if it just disappeared. Aram forced himself to
look into the stranger's eyes. No longer were they dull and
unfocused, they pierced Aram's very soul, as if this man knew
everything about Aram.
"I am who I claimed to be," he said. "I am
Piccolo, former guardian of this planet. I have a message
for you, Aram. Its from my friend Kami-samma. And it would
be in your best interest to listen well." Piccolo said,
leaving his eyes upon Aram's.
"What do you want from me?" Aram replied. He didn't
know that he would begin the greatest and most difficult portion
of his life.
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