Pikkoro-Chan: A Cry For Help

Pikkoro-Chan – A Cry For Help

 

 

 

Piccolo’s hands closed on the butterfly. He giggled when the feathered like wings rubbed against his palms. Vegeta’s steps were gentle as he moved closer to the child.

 

 

“Piccolo.” He whispered.

 

 

 

 The Namek looked up to face Vegeta, as he released the insect. Dende coughed and shook terribly, catching the child’s attention. Vegeta spun around on one foot.

 

 

 

“Kami,” Popo sighed. Dende moved towards Vegeta and Piccolo.

 

 

 

“The dragonballs, they must have affected Piccolo because he is their true creator.” The Saiyan and guardian stared down at the child. “By damaging them, I hurt myself… but they’ve changed,” His eyes squinted as his mind became clouded. “And so has he.”

 

Vegeta looked back to at Dende. “How do you expect to fix this, Namek?” He asked harshly. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. In fact, the prince itched to be so close to the guardian.

 

 

 

Finally, Mr. Popo spoke. “I think I know…” Vegeta watched as the genie ran inside the tower of the lookout. A few moments later, he returned carrying the orange balls. Vegeta could tell immediately that they had changed… The stars that appear inside were no longer visible. They were empty domes now. As the genie took a step forward, past the garden, the dragonballs started to glow. In shock, Mr. Popo dropped them on to the floor.

 

 

 

 “Oh dear,” Mr. Popo frightfully ran towards the others.

 

 

 

“Stupid Genie!” Vegeta stormed towards the mist balls and lifted them up.

 

 

 

 Dende didn’t seem to notice anything happening around him, but focused on the small Namek child sitting in the lilies patch that had just grown. Something wasn’t right. The baby’s eyes no longer shined with excitement. He merely seemed to stare into space. Something was definitely not right. As Dende was slowly moved towards the child when a sudden flash of light blinded him.

 

 

 

Vegeta took a step back, “What the hell is going on!?” The light coming from the dragonballs grew brighter. The Saiyan prince squinted his eyes, as he covered them with his hands. He could hear the cry of an infant. Piccolo wailed, he’s eyes filled with tears. Vegeta immediately ran towards the baby, grabbing the child. His voice echoed in Vegeta’s ears. The prince moved away from the light as soon as he felt the child’s hands dig into his flesh, knowing he was in much pain. As soon as he moved away, the light faded slowly, until it was no more. Piccolo sniffled, his eyes sore and red. Vegeta held the child close to him and studied his features, more confused then ever. The child pressed his small, chubby cheek against the Saiyan’s hard chest and let out a soft sigh.

 

 

 

 “Genie… Namek…” The guardian looks towards Vegeta’s direction. “We have a fucking problem…”