An Afternoon of Torment
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The Torment
Dende was confused. He had been watching a particularly strange part of
the world that he protected, and wondered if he would ever figure it
out from where it was.
Unfortunately, he couldn't go anywhere himself, but he knew someone who
could.
:Piccolo?: he called out mentally.
There was no answer.
:Piccolo?:
It took Dende a moment to realize that he was being ignored, after
almost panicking.
:Piccolo, I know that you might be busy, but this is important.:
He got the impression of severe grumbling from the elder Namekian's
mind. Finally, with a sigh, he turned his attention to him.
:What is it, brat?:
Dende ignored the insult.
:There is some kind of strange magical site in Chiukoku,: he told him.
(That is what China is called in Japanese. Although I may not have
spelled it right.) : I have not heard of it, and since I can't leave
the Lookout...:
He heard a huge sigh from the elder's mind.
:You want me to investigate, right?:
:Ahh-:
:Just spit it out, kid.:
:Alright, if you aren't too busy...:
Piccolo almost refused right there, because of the stupid way Dende had
asked. Then he stopped. Life had been rather boring for him lately, and
all he had to do was meditate and train. Now that Gohan was in high
school, he didn't come around as much. Much as he hated to admit it, he
was getting restless, especially with no Goku to compare himself to.
It would be stupid to try and spar with Vegeta. He would have to put up
with the man's solar system sized ego, and it would get one or both of
them killed.
:Fine.:
Dende blinked. That had been way too easy.
:Okay, this is where it is.:
He gave Piccolo directions, and when he had left the mountains he had
been in, Dende thought of something.
"Maybe I should have asked Mr. Popo if he had known anything about it."
~*~
Piccolo was gliding in over the area that had been pointed out to him
by Dende. There was nothing really strange about it, he thought. It
looked like any other area that he had flown over at some time or
another.
It looked like several dozen tiny ponds with bamboo poles stuck into
them. It was a type of Shaolin training method, but they usually used
sharpened stakes for a person to fall on, not water. In fact, he
couldn't see what would make a person worry about falling at all. No
one feared water. Least of all, him.
Taking another look around, he spotted village. No danger there.
"Well, this was lovely waste of time," he muttered, among other various
swear words.
He could, as a consequence of his once being a part of Kami, and having
then remerged with him, sense magic, and this place did reek of it.
That was the only part that confused him. The place was so damned
innocuous. What could be giving Dende fits?
No Kami had ever heard about the Training Ground of Accursed Springs.
Thus, they didn't know that the Spring almost seemed to have a mind of
its own, and that it loved having new victims.
Poor Piccolo.
Out of nowhere, an asteroid that should have burned up in orbit hit the
unsuspecting Namek, and he fell, right into the Springs.
Into the Spring of Drowned Girl, to be precise.
"AHHHH!"
The impact was bruising, but not shattering, as it would have been to
anyone else. Still, the shock of the hit, and being dashed into the
water was fierce, and he lost consciousness for a few seconds.
Then, when he woke up, he was a she.
~*~
"Where the hell am I?" Piccolo-chan asked, thinking she had never felt
so banged up. She had been shot with lasers, energy blasts of all
kinds, but he didn't think he had ever been quite so disoriented. Up
until then, his eyes had been closed, and she could feel the lapping of
water around her feet. Everything spun.
Raising her head, she tried to look around. Amazingly, her turban was
still on her head, which promptly fell into her eyes.
Cursing, she flung it off her head, struggling against her suddenly
awkward cape and shoulder pads. Her clothes sagged, dragging dirt along
with her. Spitting and yowling, she stood, and saw her hands.
Elegant and fine-boned, they were also powerful with muscle, calloused,
but far smaller than they had been. They were also a soft tan.
"Kuso!" she shrieked, realizing that her voice was no longer a menacing
rumble, but a rich alto.
Her hands flew to her face, feeling the smooth human skin, no antennae,
and tangled in the mass of pine green hair tumbling from her head.
"What the hell just happened??"
~*~
Dende had been feeling like something bad had happened all day. As if
to punctuate his feelings, a small, fine boned girl suddenly landed on
his lookout.
"Dende, what in the name of Enma-sama have you done to me???"
It took the severely confused god a few minutes to figure out who this
person was.
"Can I help you, miss?"
"DAMN YOU BRAT, DON'T YOU REALIZE WHO I AM?"
Dende shook his head in confusion.
He didn't have time to react as the enraged Piccolo-chan grabbed him by
the collar of his robe.
Dende was able to guess, then, who it was, but couldn't tell him
because he was choking, and his face was turning a lovely shade of
purple.
Realizing this, Piccolo-chan put him down, but the poor god took a few
minutes to recover.
"(pant) Piccolo-san? What (gasp, wheeze) happened to you?"
"I don't know! But I do know that I want you to find a way for me to
change back, RIGHT NOW!" As Piccolo-chan had said each word, she had
taken a step closer, hands raised and clenched into fists. What she
didn't realize was that she looked so cute it was hard to believe that
she could ever be threatening.
Of course, he lost that assumption when she started to power up.
"Is something wrong, Dende?" asked the usually good-natured voice of
Mr. Popo.
He then noticed what was going, and promptly ran over to protect his
flowers.
"What is going on? Mr. Popo no like it when someone try to hurt his
flowers!"
Both Namek and former-Namek jumped apart from each other, knowing how
he would get.
Mr. Popo took a moment to look at the very fit, pretty girl that had
somehow gotten to the Lookout.
"Excuse me, Miss, but do you know that you are attacking the Kami of
this planet?"
"OF COURSE I KNOW THAT! I'M PICCOLO, YOU DJINN FREAK!"
"Piccolo? Oh, you must have gone to the Training Ground!"
This statement again stopped the two cold, and they glared, one in
confusion, the other in rage.
"What are you talking about? It kinda looked like a training ground,
yeah, but- WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT? AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL
DENDE???"
The pretty girl that was somehow Piccolo, his former Kami, disturbed
Mr. Popo. He was also very worried that his head wasn't going to be
attached to his shoulders all that much longer.
Then Piccolo-chan stopped. Taking a deep breath, she asked in a tight,
growling voice, "Is there anyway that the spell can be taken off?"
"Uh, no."
"WHAT?"
Dende then had to restrain Piccolo-chan.
Popo had backed up until he was almost falling off the Lookout. "I
meant that it couldn't be removed, but part of the curse is that it can
be temporarily reversed, with hot water!"
Scowling, the girl turned heel and ran into the Palace, and went
looking for a water tap.
~*~
Piccolo-chan stopped dead, when she came across a large mirror in the
maze of corridors in the belly of God's Palace. Looking at herself, she
wondered what twisted demon had seen fit to do this to her. Touching
her face curiously, she noticed that she kept some of her old features;
her scowling mouth had the same lips, only they looked out of place on
a girls face. Prominent cheekbones, eyes like ebony, and a delicate
nose were under the human pale skin. Piccolo-chan then noticed her
hair- she had balled it up under her turban for the flight back.
Removing her turban now, the twisted strands fell nearly to her knees.
"Great," she mumbled aloud. "I go from being bald to having more hair
than I know what to do with. Maybe I could ask Krillin what he does
with his...? NO, I am not telling anyone about this!"
She took a fist full of the nearly black green hair and shoved it back
under her turban, and broke the mirror.
With that, she stalked to the bathroom.
To be continued...
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