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Date Posted: 08:48:07 03/06/02 Wed
Author: piccolo
Subject: training (of a sort, anyway)

The rain continues to fall harder as I walk the streets of the city back toward the recently destroyed village. No sign of any police or ambulances going towards the site. "Must've caught word that showing up would serve no purpose," I think to myself. After about 15 minutes, I reach the city limits and begin the short walk to the village. Once there, I stop to observe the damage. A great sadness fills my heart when I see the destroyed homes and mangled villagers that lie here and there. Old men, young boys, women still clutching their babies among other people who were killed outright by the blast. The sight is horrible. I can't help but fall to my knees and begin sobbing. "How... how can someone do something so terrible as destroy a village filled with so many peaceful people? Why... why... why..." I continuously say to myself. I remain on my knees and sobbing for the better part of an hour. I get up and spot a shovel laying around that only has a few scratches on it. Morbidly, I say to myself, "Well... sigh.. I guess this will be endurance and strength training," trying to make something good out of something so horrible. I fail to make myself feel any better by thinking this though and stand there in a trance for 15 minutes, still holding the shovel with the night rain pouring down on me. I spot a bare plot of ground just outside of the village and begin to bring all the bodies to the plot of ground. After about 3 hours, all of the bodies have been brought over. 113 . 113 people were killed on this dark day. "Frieza..." I begin digging graves for all the victims of the attack. Between the constant sadness and the rather large amount of rain, the task is certainly far from easy. After digging up each grave and laying a person in it, I refill the grave and bid them peace in the other world. I become more sad with each grave that I finish. The entire task of burying the inhabitants of the village takes 36 hours of restless labor. Once I finish, the rain stops long enough for me to say a few words to the graveyard as a whole. Looking around, I find a board stuck onto a post. I plant the makeshift sign into the ground and write something that looked like this:

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| Former Village of Ichiota |
| Graveyard |
| Former Population: 113 |
| All killed by the vile fiend |
| Frieza. |
| May the vicims of this |
| pointless and diabolical |
| attack find peace in the |
| otherworld. |
| You shall not be forgotten |
| and shall be avenged |
| |
| Piccolo March 6, 2002 |
| ___________________________|

Once I finish writing, it begins to rain again. There seems to be no end to this rain. I begin to walk in the direction that Frieza was blasted to, stop, turn around, bid a final farewell to the graveyard, and continue to walk on. Just after I walk the first mile, I think about the victims again, and become infuriated. My aura begins to shine very brightly as I begin to charge.
::charge::
::charge::
Aura's getting brighter.
::charge::
::charge::
Aura is almost white.
::charge::
My aura has become white. If I don't release this energy, it will destroy me!
::puts fingers to forehead::
FRIEZA!!! YOU BASTARD!!!
::fires the most powerful Beam Cannon the world has ever seen into the sky::
The force of the beam cannon drives me 10 feet into the ground. The light from the attack seems to light up the whole world at once. As more energy is transferred to the attack, my aura turns back to blue, and gradually fades away. I climb out of the hole, walk a few steps. and collapse from total exhaustion. "Fr...ie...za... I'll.. get... you.. you... bas... tard...," is the last thing I say before I fall unconscious.

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