1 Star ball || Piccolo [in person]

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[ Piccolo grunted as he sat up from his place on the ground. Wait...He shouldn't be sleeping! He was supposed to be finishing off that little brat Goku! Could this be another trick by Kami?! Piccolo frantically looked at his surroundings. He didn't seem to be in any sort of bottle...or rice cooker for that matter. It was just a pretty regular looking room, it did seem deserted and in rather poor upkeep. Like that mattered to Piccolo. In a mindless fit of rage he sent a blast at an old bedside table completely annihilating it]

DAMMIT KAMI! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU'RE ONLY PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE! I WILL KILL THAT BOY AND TAKE MY PLACE AS RULER OF THE WORLD!

[Something didn't quite feel right, he could usually at least sense Kami regardless of being sealed away or transported or whatever trick he had done. Either way it did make him feel quite a bit better to get that off his chest, but no where near better enough. He then proceeded to storm out of the room pulling the door clean off it's hinges and then trowing it into a wall leaving a rather large crater and then blasting that into oblivion as well. He will probably continue his tantrum until someone or something distracts him]

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[Piccolo swatted the weird little star thingy, it stung but it didn't hurt quite as much as it would at his regular size.He turned to face Kuja and snarled]
I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR PITY HUMAN!

[he fires a blast from his mouth to further the 'I DON'T LIKE YOU' point]

XD s'fiiiine

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[Kuja placed his hands on his hips and just groans. How pathetic to have such a one track mind. He dodges to the side once again, getting briefly skimmed. That hurt, quite a bit, but nothing a cure couldn't handle. Bigger doesn't always mean better.]

It wasn't pity you fool. I pity you now however for being so brainless. I spared you because you are not worth my time, you're only a tacky second rate performer.

[Raising his hand he begins to turn a shade of red and covered in feathers. His tail is suddenly much more noticable, after all, he's no longer hiding it. Now in his Trance form he can do a considerable amount more damage. It's fueled by emotions after all, and Kuja's reached his limit of patience.]

Let me show you how a true professional handles things.
Ultima.

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[That thing had a tail? A sudden wave of de ja vu washes over Piccolo. A quick flashback of his previous incarnations death plays in his head. He could feel it now. He was up shit creek without a paddle.]

Oozaru?! No! It can't be! You...unless you're possibly related to him!

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[Before he summons the meteorites he just snerks at him, just as patronising as ever.]

Not even close, trogladyte. My name is Kuja, I am a Genome and destroyer of worlds, soon to be the ruler of Gaia. You'd do well to remember my name.

[Throwing his hands down it's as though he's summoned a hail storm of giant holy orbs, all aiming for Piccolo. They come down hard and fast, pulverising him with each hit. All the while the Genome just laughs.

Once the spell is over, there's just silence and he returns to his normal appearance. It wore him out granted, as he slumps to the ground catching his breath back. He should have survived, after all, Zidane and his friends had many of times, but hopefully he'd be able to get away soon enough.]

Learn, survival of the fittest only.

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[Well there goes everything that Piccolo had just regenerated. His arm, while still attached, was in shambles. His ribs were in pieces, and his organs were once more mashed into squishy bits,but at least they were still on the 'innard' side of him. All of Piccolo's remaining energy immediately went into working on regenerating the most important organs, bones and limbs would have to wait. As such he would be stuck on the ground for quite a while.]

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[Kuja just sighs watching him for a minute and then takes his leave. He's not much of a believer in 3rd time lucky, and the fact stands that if he does heal him he will try and pick another fight.

Either way, he's feeling pretty drained himself, all that magic and dodging non stop. Hopefully at least this time the bug-man would learn to not try and pick another fight with him. Until that point, he's just going to leave him there.]