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By Golden Ryu-ken
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Suspicously, Piccolo did so and gasped. Throughout their fight Marr had been retreating, leading Piccolo further and further from the Lookout (which Dende had left, flying to tell the other Z fighters about Piccolo's plight). Though Piccolo took it as a blessing, he quickly figured out that it had been a curse. Marr had led him into a trap, into the middle of his intergalactic army, to be exact. Somehow, the army had anticipated their arrival and had left their Capsule houses that Bulma had given them. "But... how?" Piccolo asked. Marr bared his sharp teeth and smirked, then put a hand on the side of his head. "Telepathy, Namekian." Turning to his thousands of cohorts, Marr ordered "Attack! Kill the Namekian!!!"
Immediately the army advanced on Piccolo, doing their best to gang up on him. Though Piccolo knocked many of them away, in no time hundreds of soldiers had piled upon Piccolo, beating him with their fists. Amidst the chaos, Marr leapt off to the side, looking for someone. "Now, where is that blasted... ah there." The goat's beady eyes had rested upon his mysterious cloaked companion, who was still holding onto the Blue Star Dragonballs. Marr calmly walked over to the alien(?) and held out his hands. The cohort handed over the Dragonballs, and Marr immediately flew off, back in the direction of the Lookout.
As he flew, Marr laughed to himself. Now, he thought, since this planet's Dragonballs are back at that Lookout, I can use the Blue Star Dragonballs to summon Zirua, and I can wish myself the ruler of this planet! And with the Earth's Balls, I can finally resurrect my home planet! [/i] At the same time, several miles away, Dende raced to the location of the other Z fighters, sensing their energy signals. "Don't worry, Piccolo, help is coming!"
*Will Dende get to the others in time, or will Marr siege control of the Earth? What, do you expect me to tell you? Read the upcoming Episode Four to find out, duh! *
