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Dark warrior
Two years after the defeat of the evil Shenlong, Piccolo sits in meditation in the deserts of Egypt. His weighted cloak flapped violently in the harsh desert wind, his mind focused on improving his fighting techniques. Piccolo was the most powerful namek there ever was, and one of the most powerful beings to walk the earth. He wondered, while in his deep state of meditation, if he were ever to see his friend Son-Goku ever again. But in the midst of his quiet state he felt a strong source of ki heading his direction, it was tremendous and powerful.
"Goku?" The namek thought to himself "No… There is too much evil energy in that ki." Piccolo decided to investigate the strange new power. The ki grew closer and closer and was headed in the same desert Piccolo had been meditating in. "Whatever it is, I’m ready…" In the air was silence as the namek noticed a small speck in the sky which seemed to get larger and larger as it raced toward Earth. "It’s a pod!" Piccolo exclaimed only moments before it came crashing down with an earth-shattering boom. It had landed but a few yards away from Piccolo who had covered his face slightly from the debris.
The green namek waited momentarily then flew to the object; he floated above the pod in shock and near speechlessness.
"A sayajin pod…" Piccolo was very familiar with the build, he had seen one just like it years ago when he had fought and killed Goku’s brother, Radditz. "How?" He asked as he landed a few feet from the opening of the circular structure. "I wonder who’s home?" Piccolo ventured forward looking through the pod window as best he could. The window was dark and cloudy, the namek could only see the silhouette of a man and nothing else. "Here goes nothing…" He grabbed the entrance of the pod and with little effort forced the damaged doorway to open. The namek peered inside and saw within the pod a young looking sayajin warrior lying within. The sayajin’s armor was torn and badly ripped around the arms, a white cloak surrounded him stained in what seemed to be sayajin blood. "Sayajin in armor… This is never good." He looked down at the seemingly lifeless warrior and noticed a mark on his face "What the heck is this?" Piccolo reached over to touch the marking under the sayajin’s left eye out of curiosity. Suddenly the warrior had awoken and reached up grabbing the namek by the neck.
"Damn namek thief!" Were the first words the Sayajin yelled before pushing Piccolo back a few yards. The namek instinctively put his-self in a defensive stance, he watched in awe as the young and tarnished sayajin arose from his pod like life from a shell. The warrior looked from left to right without even so much as glancing at Piccolo, he seemed more concerned by his surroundings. "What the hell happened to Namek?" He said out loud, assuming that because Piccolo had been the fist being he had seen that he had landed on Namek. Piccolo knew he had to be lost.
"You’re a long way from Namek, sayajin!" Piccolo told the warrior who was adjusting his eyes to the brightness of the sun.
"Speak for yourself, namek…" He replied in a sarcastic manner. "Where is this place?" He looked at Piccolo with eyes that looked as if they demanded respect.
"This is Earth… It is my home." The namek stated with pride. "What is your business here?" He asked.
"Huh? We sold Earth to the nameks?" The sayajin looked confused and obviously did not hear Piccolo’s question.
"No!" Piccolo was frustrated "Your plans to take over this planet had failed."
"Hmmm… Maybe we shouldn’t have used Bardock’s son after all." The sayajin spoke to his-self.
"Your reinforcements, Goku’s, I mean Kakkorot’s brother Radditz was killed by me." The namek proudly stated.
"Wow… the great Radditz, huh?" The warrior spoke sarcastically then sat on the top of his pod.
"Who are you?" Piccolo asked.
"I am Vincent…" The young warrior spoke "Royal servant to the king Ve…" Vincent’s mind had traveled back to that day several decades ago "…I am Vincent." He finished.
"My name is Piccolo." Said the namek slowly lowering his guard. "Vincent, that’s not a very sayajin name." He added.
"What the hell kind of name is Piccolo?" Vincent Quickly rebutted. Piccolo was shocked and somewhat amused with the sayajin, he was blunt like Vegita, proud and yet different from any other sayajin he had met.
"Well, fair warning… If you came with any intentions to take over the planet, your gonna have a hard time." Piccolo boldly added. "You see my friends and I…"
"You could have this planet." Vincent interrupted Piccolo’s speech. "It’s a wasteland." He pointed out into the desert and then jumped down off the top of the pod.
"You know… There’s more to earth than just desert." Said Piccolo.
"Oh…" Vincent then turned back inside of the pod in search of a new uniform. "Ha! Got one…" While Vincent’s back was turned Piccolo noticed that the sayajin had no tail.
"What happened to your tail." Piccolo asked
"It’s a … Long story… something about the king wanting me to be more…controllable…" Vincent answered. "Is there a waterhole near here?" He asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll take you to it" And both the namek and the sayajin flew off leaving the old pod to rest.
"So tell me about this planet." Asked Vincent, as he washed his-self in a well not too far from his pod.
"It is the most precious of planets, the most gentle, and sometimes the strongest." Piccolo stated. Vincent had just finished drying off and started putting on his fresh uniform. "What is it that you did on Vegita?" Piccolo asked.
"Well…" Vincent was placing his boots on. "I was a warrior…Since I could remember, but one day the king had no need of me on the battlefields… and so I volunteered to be the caretaker and teacher to the king’s newborn son. I was still considered young then, but the king refused to let me fight anymore for some reason. In anyway I felt a need to take care prince Vegita…"
"Prince Vegita!?" Piccolo suddenly realized. "He lives here on Earth!" Vincent had jumped to his feet in shock.
"You must take me to him, Piccolo!" Demanded Vincent. "I must see that he is alright.
"Come then…" Piccolo took off into the air.
"Where to?" Vincent trailed behind.
"A place called Capsule corp." He answered.
"Capsu… What?"