Post by Cooler on Oct 22, 2010 15:49:03 GMT -5
Piccolo had met up with his training partner Frieza moments before they stumbled across Gohan. After their encounter with the Half Sayain, they continued forward into the wilderness. Piccolo hadn’t explained to Frieza what his goal was, but the Changeling was always down for a fight. Hopefully they would encounter another person soon since Piccolo’s rage hadn’t subsided at all. At first the Namekian thought that fighting Gohan would alleviate some of it, however it had done nothing to quell the inferno inside him. ‘I don’t even know why I am irate, I have killed so many of these pathetic humans. Why would the mutilation of one disgust me so?’ the thought raced through Piccolo’s skull. It was probably because the thing had left its prey to die, something Piccolo would not do. Had it been him he would not have targeted a female at all, maybe that was the reason behind it? Irregardless his ire was raised, and he doubted that it had not been building over the years. Maybe he just wanted to put a face onto his problems, and pummel it into the ground.
“Hey faggot, where the hell are we going?” Frieza’s girly voice roused Piccolo from his internal queries.
‘How odd that someone with that high pitched of a voice would call another a faggot’ Piccolo thought to himself before opening his mouth and stating “Fuck if I know, but when we get there I will be sure to tell you”.
The two aliens flew low over the trees in pursuit of their unknown enemy, Piccolo for anger, Frieza for simple carnage.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking” Piccolo’s monotone voice uttered inside Frieza’s mind, “Why did you come along for the ride?”
“I was bored with killing peons” Frieza laughed his shrill little voice echoing throughout the forrest as they passed into a grassland.
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“Hey faggot, where the hell are we going?” Frieza’s girly voice roused Piccolo from his internal queries.
‘How odd that someone with that high pitched of a voice would call another a faggot’ Piccolo thought to himself before opening his mouth and stating “Fuck if I know, but when we get there I will be sure to tell you”.
The two aliens flew low over the trees in pursuit of their unknown enemy, Piccolo for anger, Frieza for simple carnage.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking” Piccolo’s monotone voice uttered inside Frieza’s mind, “Why did you come along for the ride?”
“I was bored with killing peons” Frieza laughed his shrill little voice echoing throughout the forrest as they passed into a grassland.
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