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GARLIC JR. CHAPTER TWO: PLANS REVEALED

***Mountains***

Piccolo was meditating and training severely physically and mentally. He concentrated and split into 4 forms each as strong as he was. They all began a series of punches and energy beams. Suddenly, the real Piccolo formed a shield with his ki and sent the other Nameks disappearing. Behind him a familiar figure with a staff appeared. "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here, old man?" Piccolo muttered. Kami started laughing. "Same old Piccolo. You're still rude, arrogant and completely lacking in social graces. But that's only the exterior, the hard, protective shell. On the inside you've changed a great deal." Piccolo mumbled something to himself. "I'm not worried about you but…I've seen some disturbing images in my meditation. I think it could be the future. Be careful, that's all." With that he flew away. Kami was taken aback by this comment. Then he faded away with a bright white flash. "I've helped Piccolo a lot, lately. Maybe fusing improved him not just physically," said a voice inside Piccolo. But something was coming. And Nail would need to do the best he could…

Kuririn, Marron, Yamcha, Bulma, Master Roshi, Oolong, and Puar were all gathered at the dinner table as Yamcha spoke up. "Are you guys going steady yet?" Kuririn hoped Marron had an answer since he didn't know one. "Uhh…. Nope. Not yet…" he said slowly. "Oh, you mean we're free to date other people?" Kuririn, dumbfounded, started to speak when Marron went over to Yamcha. "How about you? Are you free tonight?" Bulma was ready with her frying pan. Oolong tried to break up the mushy talk. "So, why do you like Kuririn anyway Marron?" Everyone turned wondering the same thing. "Well…" Marron started reluctantly, "I guess because he's bald!" Everyone fell over in disbelief. "Bald is beautiful, " squeaked Puar. Oolong was confused. "Love is in the air…and it's gonna crash and burn…"

Mr. Popo was watering the flowers when he heard a couple voices. "Hey, you!" "Over here, tubby." Four figures emerged and began wrecking havoc. They toppled trees, plowed through buildings, and chipped the paths. "That's enough!" came a harsh voice. They stopped, landed, and bowed. Another figure emerged from the tower of the floating island. This one, though, was short and hooded. "Who are you?" Mr. Popo asked. "Wait. I remember you. You're Garlic Jr. The one locked up in the Dead Zone. But how did you break free? And why have you come here?" The small greenish demon laughed. "Kami's on the verge of retiring. And I've come to fill in. Heh, heh. So, do you think I fit the job description, Mr. Popo? Aren't I the ideal one for the position of Guardian?" Mr. Popo threw out his carpet and tried to fly away. Before he even got 20 feet he got stuck. The other four warriors were holding him in a psychic net. "Really, now. You are starting to annoy me. I wasn't planning to kill you, but if you talk me into it hard enough I might reconsider." Garlic Jr.'s eyes glowed a dark red and shot a thin beam. Mr. Popo saw the world before him grow. "The world's expanding. No, wait! I'm shrinking!" A small glass jar appeared around him and Garlic Jr. grabbed it. "Well, what're you gonna do now? Hehehehe. Pint-sized Popo. I'll take care of Kami as soon as he gets here." As if by cue, a bright aura of white appeared in the garden and when it faded Kami was left standing. "Garlic Jr. I should've known you would do something like this. What have you done with Mr. Popo?" Garlic Jr. waved his little glass prize as he laughed. "Don't have a heart attack, old man. I don't want you to die before I have the pleasure of killing you. HAHAHAHA!!!!" After his insomniac laughing stopped he confined Kami in yet another jar. "Tell me this. How can a Guardian protect something that doesn't exist? This world shall no longer BE a world. It will be a prison of slaves who shall work for ME! HAHAHA!!!" He led his apprentices into the palace. "It should be in here somewhere…"he mumbled. "Ahh, yes! Here we are. The Blackwater Mist. The perfect weapon for doing my request!" He picked up a black bottle and walked outside. When he reached the ledge he pulled out the cork and out poured a purple mist that instantly drifted towards the Earth. The people of Earth looked up in wonder. For it would be the last thing the ever looked at. Something didn't seem right in the clouds above. Not right at all…