Game
Thoughts
"Talking"
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Kami POV
"...He's a monster," Kami spoke, staring at a crystal ball. Next to him stood Mr. Popo, both 'deities' watching the Pendulum Room intently. Kami's eyes were wide, a slightly fearful look in them as he watched Gray's body change again.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Hahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha. Haaaaa. Ha." Mr. Popo's creepy laugh echoed in the small blue room, the dark man turning his huge white eyes to Kami, "Yes."
When Kami had first seen the training Gray was undergoing in the Pendulum Room, he had seen no problem with it. Everyone who Mr. Popo sent into the room faced hellish training. Training where one's death wasn't impossible.
However, this was different. While Mr. Popo put his trainees in deadly situations, he did not send them to their deaths. Kami was not well versed on everything Saiyan-related, but he knew bits and pieces from what he'd pulled out of Mr. Popo. The genie-like man wasn't very sharing of what he knew, but he seemed to know everything about anything.
And so, Kami was well aware of who Yamoshi was. Even if he wasn't, he would've known after watching him fight through the crystal ball.
Kami had seen many fighters throughout his many years - hell, he'd trained some of the best fighters on the planet. He'd seen many fighters come and go. Many impressive ones.
The young monk, Krillin. A man who could use an unblockable technique - a disk that could cut through even the strongest of materials - and the strongest of fighters.
Muten Roshi - A centuries-old martial arts master who could pull seemingly infinite techniques out of his - pardon Kami's language - behind. The man who could destroy planets with a Kamehameha wave.
Tien Shinhan - A young martial artist who could channel his very lifespan into a powerful attack. Up until recently, that was the strongest attack he had ever seen.
Demon King Piccolo - His other half. A demon who had no regard for life. A killing machine.
And then, the one who Kami truly believed would become the strongest in the universe. Demon King Piccolo's son - Piccolo.
Kami hated to admit it, but the offspring of the Demon King was a genius. He had created the Special Beam Cannon, the technique that now firmly held the spot of 'strongest technique Kami has ever seen.' His fighting style was one of the best Kami had ever seen - a delicate mix between offense and defense. Most fighters tended to favor one side pretty heavily, but the young Namekian had both.
And then, Kami saw Yamoshi. He was glad the man was just a ghost of the past, because he was stronger than anyone he had ever seen during his long life. His fighting style was perfect - a perfect mix of offense and defense that put even Piccolo's to shame.
While Piccolo's style was a balance of offense and defense, Yamoshi's was an overwhelming wave of both. It was as if he was a fighter who had put everything he had into offense - and yet he also looked like a fighter who put everything he had into defense. Truly, Kami knew that no matter how long he lived, he would never be able to come close to the Saiyan.
When he had first transformed, Kami had called him a monster. And then, he saw a true monster.
The weak boy Piccolo had saved on a whim. A monster that should've died, but was saved by the Demon King's offspring.
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