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MNK: Has Kitty finally shown 
her evil side, after all these years? Or is there more than meets the eye? By 
the way; Piccolo found out his race during the Tenka'ichi Budôkai in Dragon 
Ball.
For disclaimers, please refer to first 
chapter.
Chapter 3: The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The 
Truth
“I want his hide to hang on my wall.” Piccolo growled. “You 
want the kid back. If we combine our powers, we might be able to beat him. 
Alone, we haven’t a prayer.” At that moment, Kitty landed on the sand and limped 
over, avoiding Piccolo’s eye.
“Goku.” she said softly, staring ashamed at the ground. Piccolo 
looked her over. She’d changed quite a bit since he saw her at the tournament. 
Her white hair, which was streaked with violet, lavender, and silver, had been 
cut into a feathery shag, much like a horses mane plus static. Her pale skin 
still lacked a tan, though she’d spent quite a bit of time out in the sun, and 
her full breasts and well rounded hips and rear had enlarged slightly...not 
enough that the others would see, but just enough for his sensitive Namekian 
eyes to catch. She still wore a lime green tube top under a dark denim jacket, 
with dark blue jeans and black strap on sandals. “Goku, we need to talk.” He 
spun about in fury.
“I’LL say! Who was he?! Who are YOU?! TELL me the TRUTH!!!” 
Kitty flinched, but began what would be a very enlightening lecture for all of 
them.
“One thousand years ago, three races existed on planet Vegeta: 
the Tuffles, the Saijins, and their sister race, the Salzains. Later on, the 
Salzains aided the Saijins in exterminating the Tuffles. One thousand and ten 
years ago, a Salzain named Barron fell in love with a Salzain woman named Ruby. 
Barron looked almost exactly like you, Goku. Ruby looked like Raditz, only her 
hair was scarlet, like the patch of reflective hair at the nape of your neck.” 
Goku subconsciously reached back to scratch at it. “Ten years later, they gave 
birth to a little girl named Katnip. That was me. Even at birth, I was strong 
enough to catch the attention of King Brolli. He set out a warrant for my 
extermination, and my parents smuggled me onto a self-piloted ship bound for a 
planet called Terran. My ship was hit by a meteor, and the autopilot went 
haywire. I landed on a nearby planet called Platyao, on my first birthday---July 
7. 
“I grew up on Platyao, and at three Anirian years old, I 
organized a revolt against the ruling race, the Clopsians, who had held me and 
my family, and their friends, captive to work in the murkurite mines as slave. 
Those who made it off the planet safely were moved to a new planet, which I 
named Aniria--in the language of the slaves, Anin, ‘Anir’ means ‘those who have 
suffered or do suffer,’ and the suffix ‘ia’ means ‘haven for.’ The planet was 
devoid of any life other than the plants and animals. We populated it, and I 
came to earth when you were twelve.
“After having a few of his children, Ruby left Barron, and 
moved to the other side of the planet. He became mated to a Saijin named 
Tainnapuu, and had among others, a son named Bardock. When Bardock came of age, 
he too moved to the other side of the planet. There, he met Ruby. Unaware of her 
relationship with his father, he took her upon his pillow. They had three sons, 
then a daughter, who was immediately sent to live with me in Lican Aniria, also 
called Anirania. Their first son, Turles Etornia, was almost a carbon copy of 
you, though darker, more muscular, and he had a patch of scarlet hair at the 
nape of his neck. Next came Raditz Etornia, whom you just met. Last came the 
daughter, Roseanne Anastasia Etornia.”
“But you said they had THREE sons!” Goku protested.
“They did. Their third son was named Kakkarot.” This would be 
difficult. “Your last name is Etornia, Goku. You ARE Kakkarot.”
“I’m an...ALIEN?”
“Never say that!” she barked. “You are more at home here than 
you would have been on Vegeta-sei. It was ruled by a cruel man named Vejita no 
Ou, and a monster worse than you could ever imagine.”
“Yeh.” Piccolo smirked. “Like me.” Kitty rolled her eyes.
“One thing that separates Salzain from Saijins is their 
bloodlust. Saijins loved fighting, and were extremely violent. You were, too, 
when you first arrived on Earth, but thanks to that head injury, you’re 
different.”
“You say that as if it’s not there anymore.” A small tear 
leaked from the corner of her eye.
“Vegeta-sei...” she croaked. “Is no more.” She reached up to 
wipe away that damning tear. “It was destroyed by the Tsirusian to whom Vejita 
no Ou had sworn allegiance. If he had asked, my sisters and I could have killed 
the monster. But he was too proud, and the law set down by mother Lica said that 
we are not to harm him unless the ruler of the planet we are defending asks us 
for help. With a ruler like that, the planet was doomed anyway.”
“Oh.” What else could he say? His whole life had been a lie. He 
had been born on a far away planet that no longer existed. He wasn’t human. But 
there was no time for reflection. “Why did you act so friendly to him?” She 
rolled her eyes again.
“It’s called being a double agent, Goku. If he thinks I’m on 
his side, he’ll confide in me, and trust me. It’s also keeping one of you alive. 
Besides...Because of my warm welcome, he is now passed out in a drugged stupor 
that could last for days, which will give us time to think of a plan that will 
save the Earth without killing him. Come on you...er...three. Grab a hand or 
something; the flight’s gonna be fast and bumpy.” Krillin grabbed her left leg, 
Goku her left arm, and Piccolo her right shoulder, sneering. He knew she wasn’t 
afraid of him. Her actions at the tournament had proven 
that...
~
Piccolo lay in the dust, on 
his back, gasping for air. Goku leapt into the air. Kitty suddenly realized what 
he was doing. 
“NOOOOOO!” She flung herself over Piccolo’s mangled 
body. Goku just barely managed to avoid hitting her, landing painfully on his 
side. 
“Kitty, are you NUTS?!” he squeaked as she pulled the bag of 
senzu beans from her jeans pocket. She pulled one out, and slid it between 
Piccolo’s lips. He swallowed. His eyes flew open, to see Kitty sitting 
straddling his stomach. Seeing him alive and responsive, she climbed to her 
feet, and took senzu beans to Kami, Goku, and Krillin. Piccolo struggled to his 
feet. He glared at her with hate in his eyes, masking the lust in his heart.
“Why did you do that?!” he growled, getting up in her face. 
Kitty stared defiantly at him, arms crossed, tail around her left leg.
“I didn’t want my brother to become a murderer just because of 
a slime ball like YOU.” she snapped. Piccolo growled again and took off for the 
River Diablo, which would become his haunt for years to come. 
~
Having Piccolo hanging on her 
shoulder made Kitty extremely uncomfortable...especially in the nether regions, 
though she tried her hardest to squash those feelings. Piccolo smirked at her. 
He LOVED making people uncomfortable.
The speed at which she flew was deadly, but finally they passed 
the River Diablo and reached a clearing in a vast wooded area. There, she lit 
upon the ground, and they let go. Piccolo allowed his hand to trail off her 
shoulder, sending a chill down her spine. They began to walk. Suddenly there was 
a rustling in the bushes. 
“Get up in the trees...” she barked. “NOW!!!” They obeyed 
instantly. The clearing quickly filled with strange wolf-like creatures, each 
possessing a thick, short, black horn upon its brow. They formed a horseshoe 
around Kitty. Slowly, the largest of the pack sauntered up, closing the gap.
“You bring strangers into our wood.” The enormous grey furred 
creature said in a regal growl. Eyes bugged.
“Yes, Jarro, alpha of the Krakkadann tribe.” Kitty replied. 
“They are under my care, and have no intentions of hurting any of your pack.” 
Suddenly, the branch Piccolo stood on snapped, and fell to the ground, landing 
on a sandy haired pup.
“GARRA!” Jarro cried out. Kitty rushed to his side and checked 
him out.
“Three broken ribs and a collapsed lung.” She glared at 
Piccolo, who was standing at the foot of the tree quite shakily. “YOU!” she 
barked, violently beckoning him closer. “You hurt him, you’ll HEAL him!” Piccolo 
frooked.
“WHAT? I can’t heal BONES! It wasn’t even my fault!” She stood, 
only inches away from him now, and poked a finger into his chest.
“You CAN and you WILL!” she roared. She knelt before Garra and 
placed her hands on the afflicted area. “Get behind me and put your hands over 
mine.” He blushed furiously, but did as he was told, covering her hands with his 
own. She shifted uncomfortably. “Now push your chi out through your palms.” He 
obeyed, and a soft lavender light surrounded the pup. Soon it faded, and she 
pulled her hands away. Piccolo yanked his back as though she were a hot coal. 
The pup leapt to his feet. “Now, all better, yes?” He did a back flip.
“Yes, better now, yes!” Piccolo flew up into a sturdier 
tree.
“Bless you, oh Kittel, ruler of Anirania.” Jarro bowed. “Bless 
you many times.”
“Yes!” the other Krakkadanns jabbered, bowing. “Bless you, 
yes!” With 
that the warriors headed on.
“Strange dialect those critters have...” Krillin remarked.
“You would too if you...Oh, never mind. Besides, if you think 
THAT’S weird, you need to learn Clopsian----you just point and grunt. 
Fortunately, most Clopsians can’t live here. Planet Aniria has a gas in its 
atmosphere called Duron, which reacts badly with the mercury in their 
blood.”
“Wait a minute...Planet Aniria?!!”
“You remember during the walk through the forest, when we 
passed through that hollowed out redwood, right?”
“So?”
“When we entered that hole, we entered a tear in time and 
space---on Aniria we call them ‘Vortexes.’ That particular vortex led from Earth 
to Aniria.” They had long since passed the forested area and begun climbing a 
grassy hill. “Come on----My house is just over the hill.” Soon they reached the 
top, and gazed down in shock.
It was a palace, made of shimmering white marble and ebony, 
with four long wings, and enormous main section, and five floors. The marble 
gleamed in the sun like an opal. “Guys, welcome to the Opalace.” She took off in 
the air, heading for the palace, followed by the others. Before the massive 
ebony French doors stood a humanoid wolf in red robes standing on it’s hind 
legs.
“Three rooms, M’lady?
“Yes, O’Henry. And don’t call me that. We’re friends, aren’t 
we? How’s Gohan?”
“Napping.”
“Raditz?”
“Out cold in his room. Dr. Witch Hazel said he’s like to remain 
so for a few hours yet.”
“Good. Come on, boys. O’Henry will show you to your rooms, 
while I check on Gohan.” She headed off.
“So where’d you get your name?” Goku asked. O’Henry smiled.
“My full name is Jacques O’Henry. I was named after my father, 
Jack Henry, of planet Platyao.”
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