Chidori the Fighter

Chidori's Doubt. Can She Fight?

Almost a year passed by since Chidori was taken in by Piccolo, the green man. She was scared at first, mind you, but soon she only had one thing on her mind: Training. Since then, she had trained vigorously, excitement building inside of her as the Saiyans drew closer to Earth. She had never been so frightened and yet so thrilled at the same time. She just couldn't wait to show her father how much she had progressed and how strong she was getting!

Piccolo had ended up being not so bad and Chidori had grown a sort of bond with him even though the man would always try to scorn her. She couldn't help but to feel attached to him. She knew her father would have never trained her and the thought that Piccolo was giving her the time of day was far more than she could ask for. Piccolo had even started to call her by her nickname, 'Chi'.

What Piccolo didn't know what Chidori sort of knew who he was from stories her father would tell her of his past fighting days. He was the Demon King Piccolo's son but Goku had seen more in him than that, sparing his life. Perhaps that is also why he hadn't killed her yet? Was he also paying off a debt?

Strangely enough, Piccolo detested Chidori's tail but found that he could learn from it since the Saiyans had tails as well. So he trained her to not feel pain when he squeezed it. It hurt Chidori but she learned fast and soon all pain in her tail was gone. It was just a good thing for Piccolo that the girl never looked at the moon, taking the advice from her mother to never do so or else bad things would happen.

She never knew what would happen but she didn't want to find out!

Now was the time for the Saiyans to soon arrive. Chidori and Piccolo stood in the wastelands when they felt the great power heading their way.

Chidori stared uncertainly at Piccolo, "Do you really think I'm really ready to fight, Piccolo?"

The green man glared hard at her, "It makes no difference. You must be ready or face death with pride like a warrior."

Chidori took in every word and shivered at her teacher's intensity, "Yes sir!"

Piccolo smirked at her, "Hmph. Let's just hope what little training we got was enough, kid"

On the inside, she was sort of panicking. Was she really ready for this? The whole weight of it all was barely even comprehensible to her and yet she felt like she'd get sick from it.

Suddenly a similar power to theirs was pinpointed by them coming in and a short bald man landed on the ground beside them. Piccolo smirked at him and Chidori immediately relaxed. So this man wasn't a Saiyan. But who was he?

'He looks kind of familiar'

Piccolo spoke, "So you have gotten a bit stronger after all. Good. That'll be a bit of help to us, I guess"

"Gee, thanks Piccolo" he didn't seem so privileged by his remark. He looked over at Chidori, "Hey I know you! You're Goku's little girl! What was your name again, sweety?"

Chidori smiled brightly, remembering the man, "I'm Chidori!'

He smiled gently, "Well hey there! I'm Krillin, your father's friend. But tell me" he came closer to her and whispered so Piccolo wouldn't hear (even though he could), "Was Piccolo's training really hard? I bet it had to be but you've seemed to have gotten so much stronger than before!"

Chidori laughed, "Yeah I have! Piccolo trained me good in fighting. He wasn't so bad! He's actually really nice once you get to know him!" 

Piccolo growled deeply but didn't respond to that.