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10 Star Ball || Piccolo

[Piccolo was sitting on the front steps looking very, very bored. He had been waiting for two weeks to get outside, but now that he was he found himself with nothing to do. His little roommate had returned to her rightful room and now Piccolo didn't have anyone to show off the fruits of his training to, making training feel a little pointless. And he didn't do quite a lot in his free time other than training.

Piccolo's room was no longer a source of entertainment without Elphie. Of course Piccolo wasn't too keen on going back to his room anyway. It seemed that someone had tied the now lifeless rice cooker to his doorknob by the cored.]

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"I they're supposed to be scary." the thief replied, unimpressed. He took a huge bite out of an apple he had brought from the kitchen. Through a mouthful he explained, "I fought monsters all the time. They were much scarier and much tougher. Maybe I just got used to looking at stuff like that. But if I see a Ruby Dragon or a Malboro wondering around here I'm going to get worried. No one wants to meet those guys."

Supposed to be scary?

[Piccolo throws his head back and laughs]

I'M scarier then anything the Author cooked up here!

[Piccolo looks up with interest when the boy mentions the monsters]

Dragon? Malboro? Are they strong?

Zidane smirked cheekily as Piccolo laughed. He could count on one person at least to see through these lame attempts at...horror, or whatever it was supposed to be.

"You got that right." he replied. "Give me the right costume and the right role and I could upstage all these guys."

He nodded seriously in reply to Piccolo's question. "Very. The dragons can kill you in one hit if you don't know how to defend yourself properly and the Malboros - man what a nasty piece of work! They can inflict you with every sickness and weakness under the moons and leave you vulnerable,blind, paralysed...pretty much helpless as they finish you. Had some run ins with them. Trust me, I only made it because I know what to do. A lot of people aren't prepared well or equipped right when they meet one."

[Piccolo laughed again]

You? Scary? Bah! Not with that baby face, I'm sorry kid.

[Piccolo thought about the strength of these beasts Zidane was talking about. The Dragon didn't sound too bad. As long as that 'one hit' wasn't through his head he would be able to regenerate. The Malboros sounded particularly nasty though. Piccolo knew he wasn't one for tricky fighting like that.]

Sounds like a fun challenge. So what do you have to do to kill the things?

"BABY FACE?" Zidane sat up indignantly. "I'll have you know this is a perfectly normal, adult face - and a handsome one at that."

He grinned. "I never said I'd be going around as myself. The right make up, the right mask....you make anyone look gruesome. And as for the Malboro's you just got to be sure not to wonder around without the right items. And you'd be out of your right mind to go out into the mist without medicine anyway. But there's also this ribbon you can tie onto you - if you can afford it - and it blocks that nasty gas they shoot."

[Piccolo laughed hard at the kids reaction giving his knee a good slap]

Kid, you've got a 'cute' little face. Tch, masks and make up? I can make kids cry just by looking at them the way I am now. Call it talent, or maybe my natural beauty is just too intimidating for some people.

[Piccolo has to wipe a tear from his eye after that last line. Oh this conversation had just gotten too funny. He calms down and continues asking about these strange monsters from this kids world.]

How does a ribbon help protect against gas?

"THOSE ARE FIGHTING WORDS! I'M A FULL SIXTEEN YEARS!" Oh the green guy had gone too far. "I am NOT a kid!"

What was this all of a sudden? Maybe from Dagger he could accept being called 'cute'. But not from another man - whatever Piccolo was. VIVI WAS CUTE! Not ZIDANE! What was this crap?

The last question went ignored. He was thinking back to Piccolo's offer of training and considering asking him if he wanted to start right now. The sooner he learned how to knock this guy up the head without getting killed, the better.

[Piccolo was doubled over in pain he was laughing so hard.]

Oh a full 16 are you?! Oh I'm so sorry! I had no idea you were such a grown man! I didn't mean to incur your 16 whole years of wrath!

[Piccolo is really having trouble breathing at this point. 16 was just a mere sneeze on his lifespan, and here this little runt was making such a big deal about it.]

Oh that was the end of it. He lunged over fully intending to knock Piccolo's smug, green, OLD ass of the steps he was sitting on. Anything at this point to shut him up.

[Piccolo simply grabbed the boys wrist and twisted it at an odd angle, forcing him to stop, but not hurting him]

Oh come one kid, lighten up, it was a joke. It's so funny how young humans make such a big deal about age...

[Piccolo wiped the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard and began to calm himself down]

Said 'kid' just scowled. He wrenched his arm back, knowing, at least, how to break someone's grip even if he didn't have a clue when it came to magic. But he didn't try to strike again. He watched Piccolo wiping his eyes.

"Yeah, well, you're an old fart." he groused.

[And that did it, Piccolo threw his head back and started laughing again.]

Well compared to you I am.

[He mused on it for a moment. If it weren't for his wish on the dragon balls as the Daimao, or his reincarnation he would really look the part of an old man.]

Actually I really am an old man...

He arched an eyebrow. "My old man looks older than you. What did you do? Drink some youth potion or something?"

The last few months of events had pretty much shaped Zidane so that nothing would surprise him.

I'm 382 years old... give or take about 20 years... but if you only count the years after I was reincarnated then I'm 3...

[Nothing at all Zidane?]

"Reincarnation....that's possible?" Ok, it was a little surprising. But why not? Apparently they were trapped inside a big book. It kind of put reality into new perspective.

Yeah, a kid blew right through my midsection and left a pretty big hole. Instead of keeling over right then my previous incarnation spat out an egg containing most of his knowledge and all of his powers, which I hatched from. You met the old man, he was that tall old angry thing following me around a few weeks back.

[It was odd, he may have been his previous incarnation, but he liked him just about as much as he liked Kami]

"You hatched?" he said , with a slightly incredulous look. That one was new. "I thought the old geezer was your Dad or something, but that was you? No wonder you wanted to be reincarnated."

[Piccolo laughed. He was rather glad not to be the Daimao any longer. As nice as it was to dominate the world he couldn't imagine dealing with such a burden in his current mindset. He would much rather be left to his solitude nowadays.]

Well that and the child-sized hole in my chest didn't help. And yes I hatched, the old man spit the egg out of his mouth. Why is everyone so surprised to hear that?

"Most people don't hatch from eggs."Zidane said with a bit of a cheeky grin. "Though I don't have a whole lot of room to talk of course."

He was over it. Where he came from, how he was born. At first it did. A lot. But then he realized that wasn't important. The present was the only important thing.

So you came from an egg too?

[Piccolo was confused, not that confusing him was a particularly hard thing to do, but still this time it may have been merited. This kid was all surprised that he came from an egg, but he just implied that he wasn't born like a regular human. So he had to come from an egg... there aren't any other ways to make babies is there?!/i>]

Zidane kept his smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Not quite. But I wasn't born the way regular people are either. I never had parents...well, there's my Boss. But he adopted me. I was just sort of...created."

There was more to the story than that of course, but he's see if Piccolo was interested in hearing it first.

Created?

[Well everyone was 'created' he just guessed the kid meant he was created in a special way...]

"Yeah." Zidane replied. "That guy you saw hovering around me as a ghost? That was him. He made Kuja too. Though Kuja kind of hates to acknowledge any of his past, so I wouldn't bring up Garland around him if I were you."

Wait he made that little fruitcake too? So you and him are... related?

[Piccolo shudders at the thought.]

you've got my sympathies kid...

He threw his head back and laughed. The comment was too accurate as far as his feelings went.

"My 'brother' was meant to be my original." he explained. "See, the place I live, the planet I should say, is called Gaia. But me and Kuja were originally from Terra. Both of of us were created to be instruments of that planet's destruction." He frowned. "But Kuja was too stubborn to be controlled. And don't tell him this, his head is big enough: but it's the only thing I really admire about him. Anyway, Garland realized Kuja was not trustworthy and made me. Then Kuja got jealous and dumped me on a planet that was meant to be destroyed. I must have been very young, 'cause I can't remember. The joke was on him though, not to mention Garland! My real family adopted me and I became on of the greatest thieves of the age."

He put his hands on his hip and grinned widely at that parting statement.

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that icon made me laugh

it SHOULD. It's such a lulzy icon...

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edit for wrong account = derp >_>

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