Chapter 46: Mepple vs Piccolo!

After that, wicked Saiyan Turles killed everyone. Piccolo has been biding his time, patiently waiting and training till he got the next opportunity to take revenge. His only company was himself and Mr. Popo. There were no dragon balls to wish everyone back. He didn't know the coordinates to New Namek. There was no one to build him a ship to take him to New Namek, even if he knew of its existence. Until Piccolo noticed the influx of spaceships coming to Earth, he recognized their designs immediately. It was Turles's men. His chance for revenge had finally come. At least, that was what he thought until he felt the ki of the strongest invader. This wasn't Turles but someone else.

However, she did have a spaceship. A spaceship that he could use to travel to New Namek after contacting King Kai to aid him with directions. Piccolo felt a little guilty relying on his people's dragon balls so soon right after they got them a new planet, but he refused to be Earth's only protector. He had better aspirations than ruling over Earth now. What they were, he might not know, but he did know that they weren't that.

"Whoa, feisty one, aren't cha?" Mepple leaned backward like she was doing limbo, avoiding Piccolo's enraged rushing kick. "Did Captain Turles forget to tell me there was a strong guy on this planet before sending me over to rule over it?" She giggled to herself.

"You can't run!" Piccolo stretched his arm toward Mepple.

Mepple gasped in excitement as she was grabbed and brought toward Piccolo. Just as her body was speeding toward his outstretched fist, two pink balls of energy lit up on her hands. She rapidly fired off multiple ki blasts at the Namekian without hesitation. The blasts landed perfectly, damaging him but not enough to the point where he was willing to let go of her.

Piccolo fisted Mepple in the gut, nearly impaling her, before tossing her into the sky and firing a beam from his mouth at her. Mepple frowned as she felt the force of his attack. "Hey, you're a lot stronger than I thought you were…" Her smile was no longer present as she struggled to swat away his beam attack.

"I got a lot more power than that, you annoying brat." Piccolo began charging up to his full power.

"Oh wowie, you weren't kidding." Mepple whistled in amazement at the Namekian. "I didn't know they made Namekians as strong as you, but Captain Turles did say that anyone could become strong with the right training…"

"You aren't taking over Earth while I'm still alive!" Piccolo flew toward Mepple.

"I can change that!" Mepple didn't hesitate to mimic his actions.

The two engaged in a high-speed exchange. Blocking, deflecting, and attacking. Neither getting the advantage over the other. It seems like they were equally as strong! Mepple was in disbelief that this Namekian was so strong after all of the training she went through on Planet Yardrat and those sweet juicy divine fruits.

Since the Yardratians could heal their injuries and wounds, Captain Turles saw no reason to hold back during team training on the planet. Nearly killing all of them on multiple occasions, excluding the children. They had their hands full just trying to learn Spirit Control. When they finished it, he wasn't there to watch over their training, allowing them to have an easier time training than what the members of the Crusher Force had to go through with him.

Mepple leaped up, striking Piccolo's chin with her rising fist. Piccolo grunted in pain as he lodged his foot into Mepple's stomach. Mepple snarled as she grabbed the Namekian's foot, whipped around like a spinning top, and slammed him into the ground of her office. As she was charging up a dangerous pink glowing orb, Piccolo shouted a wave of ki at her, knocking her through the roof of the palace.

"You're not anywhere as tough as that bastard…" Piccolo's chest heaved up and down as he wiped the blood from his lips while getting up.

"He wouldn't be the captain if I was stronger than him." Mepple giggled, in a similar state to the Namekian. She couldn't imagine a world where she was stronger than the Captain. He was so far above her. Above all of them…

"I hope you made a will because you will never see that Captain of yours again." Piccolo began firing multiple energy blasts at the airborne Mepple.

Mepple was about to avoid the energy blasts. However, she noticed that none of the ki blasts were actually aimed at herself. She couldn't help herself from giggling at the Namekian's horrible aim and only stopped when she saw that he had a wide grin on his face. He was missing on purpose! The third oldest on the Crusher Force looked all around herself and noticed that there was no way out of this!

There were hundreds of ki blasts in every direction! Up, down, left, right, forward, behind! Realizing that she had no choice but to take this attack head-on, she began charging energy. Charging enough energy to release in a massive explosion to swallow up both the Namekian and his cage of death. 

Piccolo gave out a victorious maniacal laugh as he crossed his arms together. "Hyper Hellzone Grenade!!!" His deep voice echoed into the surroundings. All of the energy spheres converged on Mepple's position before she could finish gathering energy. A massive blinding explosion swallowed up the enforcer of Turles's will.

The King's palace and everything else within the surroundings were swallowed up as well. It wasn't until the smoke cleared that the outcome of the attack could be seen. A feminine child-like giggle could be heard. Mepple stood where Piccolo was standing before he unleashed his attack, looking up at a horrifically injured person in the sky.

"Hah… Hah… Hah…" Just barely, it seemed like the Namekian was holding on to life as he floated down to the ground.

Both of his arms and a single leg were taken off in his explosion. He glared at Mepple with a mixture of emotions. Hatred, confusion, disbelief, and a whole lot of frustration. "I can tell what you're thinking just by that cute, little look on your face." Mepple laughed with a mischievous glint in her violet eyes. Mepple struck a pose that radiated pure cuteness. 

Her petite form straightened with an almost exaggerated innocence, her shoulders lifting in a childlike gesture. A small, impish smile curled at the corners of her lips as if she held a delightful secret that she was about to share. Her luscious lilac hair, falling in waves just below her shoulders, swayed with her movement, accentuating the charm of her pose. Lifting her dainty hands to frame her face, the tips of her fingers gently brushed against her cheeks. 

"How did she escape my technique?!" Mepple badly mimicked his voice with the deepest voice she could put on. "I was watching her the whole time! There's no way she was fast enough to escape my technique or my eyes!" Mepple held her stomach as she laughed while explaining. "You know, you were pretty fun to play with. It'd be a shame if I killed you here…" She put on a thinking expression, tapping her chin. 

"You know what?! If you can survive with those wounds, go ahead and leave. If not, just kill yourself to spare me the trouble." Mepple gave him a choice.

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Piccolo gritted his teeth, silently snarling as history repeated itself once again. Here he was, once again, spared by his opponent. There was no greater humiliation for a warrior than this. Being forced to stay alive, licking his wounds, until he had the chance to go scratching back for the chance at revenge. As much as it gnawed at his heart, Piccolo was no fool. He was Earth's last line of defense. 

He would grow stronger because of the arrogance of his opponent… And when he does, he won't spare the same courtesy to these damn invaders… Turles, Mepple, and whoever else is out there in space. Piccolo will do whatever it takes to eradicate them. Even if he has to wipe them out to the last person…

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"Namekians are so cool." Mepple looked at the fleeing warrior, surprised that he was able to survive with such grievous wounds. He was going to be a fun playmate while she played King of Earth.

She healed herself to full health without a problem, with a grin on her face. Mepple was actually weaker than the Namekian. Spirit Control gave her several ways to play with her opponents, and it was hard for Mepple to choose which one she wanted to play with. She could grow big and play with them like little dollies, split herself up and overwhelm them with numbers, and teleport so often that they wouldn't be able to keep up with her. Maybe she should've thanked Captain Turles for the training on Yardrat instead of cursing him for it… Those bizarre techniques of the Yardratians were a lot more useful than she thought they would be. Even someone stronger than her could be beaten just by using her brain a little bit. Maybe she could even...

"No... That's impossible..." Mepple shook the outrageous thought out of her head. The Captain was too ridiculous. Saiyans don't play fair.