In the final episode "Till We Meet Again", Goku goes to Hell to say good-bye, and promising to get him back into Heaven, where he rightfully belongs. Ironically, Piccolo seems to have become a protector of Hell, as we see him defeat a giant monster who was causing trouble, while the watch-keepers from Hell cheer him on.
Wiki Content. Explore Wikis Community Central. Register Don't have an account? View source. History Talk 0. Too many emotions," replied Pan, as her mother Videl couldn't help but chuckle at her young, maturing daughter. Gohan helped pick his mother up to stand, bracing her arms, and pulling her face to the direction of his own. Dad will be back, but in the meantime, it's up to me and Goten to look after this planet. I promised him. I know it hurts, but he has saved our lives countless times.
It's up to us to repay that debt, and carry on his name with pride. Gohan struggled for air, as Videl and Pan laughed uncontrollably at him, in the limelight of one sunny, beautiful afternoon Piccolo's mouth had nearly hit the ground, at the display of Mace's effortless strength - he had not been prepared for this. What he had prepared for, though, was another initiative for attack by Freeza.
Yet, Piccolo obviously had much bigger fish, just waiting to be fried. Freeza was speechless. The last time he had challenged Piccolo, he was left with a massive hole burrowed between his stomach, and thrown away into the pits of a jail cell. If Piccolo had defeated him so effortlessly, then he was surely no match for this stranger of red complexion.
Just as a million thoughts were swerving through the tyrant's head, the demon who called himself Mace violently snapped his neck back-and-forth, before turning his attention to Lord Freeza himself. The Changeling instantly collapsed in fear, falling to his rearside, and crawling backwards with as much might as could muster. Freeza could not even bring himself to utter a response, crippled in fear and disbelief at Mace's unbelievable power.
Freeza began flailing his arms around in some hopeless attempt of defense, squirming around like a punctured worm. A single beam of orange energy began fluxuating at the tip of Mace's finger, and as instantly as Piccolo was pushing off his right foot in attempt to attack Mace, Freeza vanished into a thin veil of vapor.
Piccolo haulted his offense, sliding his feet just a couple inches from Mace's fixtured position. As Piccolo finally landed on the dirt below, he began struggling for air, and grabbing at his ribs in intense displeasure. Yelling wouldn't heal his wounds, and even if someone could hear his cries of help, there was no one in Hell whom would be willing to answer them.
Piccolo heard the muffled voices of others in the background, as well as the collision of several bones and ligaments hitting the barren rocks of Hell. Confused and bewildered, he attempted to lift his head up to find out more of what was going on.
But, in a flash of an instance, Mace suddenly appeared before him, cocking his head slightly to the side, and grabbing Piccolo by the forehead, pulling him up adjacent to his own perspective. Piccolo could hardly see out his right eye, but winced as he noticed a crumbling pile of bodies just ahead, two of them resembling Cell and Dr.
I don't care if it's the last thing I do. All those who have opposed me in the past, and continue to do so to this very day - you will feel the pain I've felt. You will shed the very same frustration that I vented.
You will know what it truly means to never see the light of day. The clouds of Hell began to swirl, as lightning struck, and drops of thick, pounding rain began to pummel the geology of Other World with unprecedented force. The pages began to glow once more, as blood spewed forth from cracks that were excavating themselves from the ground. And as the loose crust of Hell began to shake, Piccolo found himself unable to move.
Complete, unadulterated silence had perferated every inch of matter within seconds. What once was everything, was now infinitely vacant It certainly was that way to the humble demon known as Piccolo, who's form laid collapse amongst a wasteland of colorless space. Too afraid to open his eyes, he could feel himself breathing, registering and developing his own thoughts; he just couldn't bring himself to view what could have been possibly awaiting him in his own parallel direction, but as he would soon find out, he need not worry about such things, as a voice within his own head was quick to reassure our downtrotten hero Piccolo recognized that voice, but before he could react, he mustered the strength to will himself back up to his knees, and scope the area around him.
He was surprised to find that their was nothing. No ground, no sky; not even the champagne-soaked horizon of Hell. Just the force exerted from yelling at Mace moments earlier was enough to deplete Piccolo of any reserve strength he may have had left.
The battle in Hell had done quite a number on him, so much so that even budgeoning an inch seemed about as physically straining as running a mile. No one has that kind of power In reality, I pity you You swore a duty to the Other World, your mortality was bound - your fate contractually sealed.
Kind of an eery destiny, isn't it? Honestly, Piccolo, if I wanted to kill you, I could. But I spared your life. Think of it as a measure of goodwill.
You unknowingly scratched my back. I don't have a backscratcher myself, so, consider this as a weekend resort spa treatment, if you will.
There might not be a whole lot to do, but you have plenty of space to relax, and think over about some things.
In fact - you've got all the time in the world. Trunks Briefs had been loitering around the bar that night for far too long. A lot of things had been weighing on his mind as of late. On the exterior, he appeared to his mother as a perfectly normal, well-abled young man. Inside, he couldn't even begin to grasp who exactly he was. Trust me, I love the extra cash, but, I don't want to see you hurt yourself anymore than you need to," replied Gou, as he continued rinsing away the outer edges of a dirty cup.
The man then extended his right arm onto the shoulder of the Saiya-jin descendant, before peering his head down to speak in a much softer tone, "You look like you could use it. For the first time in many years, Trunks legitimately smiled as he embraced his best friend in a passionate hug, the two young half-Saiya-jin's patting one another on the back as the son of the great Prince Vegeta now stood tall to his feet in disbelief. Yet, despite the hush-hush concerns of his childhood buddy, Trunks proceeded to gulp down yet another, before itching his growing lavender beard and turning to face Goten with what was becoming a more progressively lucid grin.
Some of us don't exactly have that leverage.. You're not even close to warm, old buddy of mine.. It seemed that no matter how hard Piccolo tried to move even the tiniest muscle, his body fought against him, as if the laws of physics were no longer intact.
Even thinking was now becoming a struggle, as everything around the Guardian of Hell was now beginning to shift in shape, color and dimension. Yet, despite this difficulty, Piccolo couldn't help but notice something edging into the vision of his left peripheral.
In what seemed like minutes, a slow, oozing vapor was now materializing into a white matter. Suddenly, a tail spout forth, as a recognizable foe was now beginning to take form in parallel fetal position. And why are you here!? With all of you fighting against me, instead of us fighting together, I have become weaker Never, Green Man I would rather waste away in the abyss of immovable infinity than be an accomplice to your self-righteousness!
I didn't choose to guard the bowels of Hell, Freeza - I was enlisted here. If not for me -" Piccolo replied before being promptly cut off, "If not for you, we wouldn't even be here! You're the one who opened the book in the first place! Don't you realize that he's feeding off your anger? Your spite? This is what he wants, he wants us to feel all of those things and more.
Don't you get it? This isn't limbo I can still sense his presence here, even though I can feel him somewhere lightyears away from us as well I guess he was never much of a good listener anyways," Piccolo thought to himself before finally resting his eyes and soothing himself in a warm bath of floating, tranquile meditation. May I ask exactly what it is he's protecting? Local jobs, sometimes global" Trunks responded. Last time I saw you, you barely had the moxy to talk to a girl, let alone make it publically obvious that there's a torpedo in the bottoms of your Gi.
I believe in him, and that's more than I can say for the rest of the human race. I may be an alcoholic, but I'm no damn fool. I'm tired of chasing the same old floozies around. Maybe if you meet him, you'll see why I hold the man in such high regard.
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User Info: thedarklordx3. User Info: AngelsNAirwav3s. Goku was trapped in Hell, so Piccolo went down there to free him, though there was a "once you go, you can't come back to heaven" clause I believe. Him and Dende did the same technique that the two 17's did to create a portal from Hell to Earth.
Hello world! Alright that makes sense discord wazuki B. User Info: Llawliet That was the worst arc ever.
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