NAAAAAAAAAAAIL!!! [Garruk, Oraname, Artik, Oran]

Oraname wasin the castle grounds, he had just finished making the DragonBalls. He saw six of them scatter around the Turtle as the seventh one stayed on the Ground.

Oran was gaining more control over Artik. He led him into the center of the Castle, where he saw Oranname. "My son..."

Oraname looked back to Artik. "I thought you were Garruk's dad..."

Artik extended his hand, and performed some secret Fasha-Shun ritual with Oraname.

Oraname refused to believe it. "ONLY MY FATHER KNOWS THAT! AND HE'S DEAD! QUIT MOCKING HIM, NOW!" Oraname was so pissed he began to charge up a crusher ball. It was red, and full of anger, as it glowed with fury.

Artik looked at Oraname, with Oran's dark eyes. "No... I AM your father!" While he said that, Oran was having an asthma attack.

Oraname put his power down, the crusher ball had faded. "It is you! But how...?"

"Master*Cough!* Plan!"

Oraname nodded. He sent a telepathic message to his father "Ahh, yes. Speaking of which, the Dragon's Balls are complete!"

Oran shook his head. "I can't use them. They were made with someone with my blood, which keeps me from using them. But... I have a new idea. My plan is---"

"W-where am I?"

Garruk then IM-ed to his castle. "Are the dragon's balls rea--" Garruk stopped when he saw his dad. He then put on a happy voice, "Heyyy, Dad! Welcome to my Castle! We currently on Orren!"

Artik was transfixed on the Namekian in front of him, and he didn't even notice Garruk. "YOU AIN'T GOT NO WANG!"

Oraname froze. He remembered something. It was him and his father. Could this be, the hero? The hero he always spoke of, Jeice? No, it must be some other person from his race. "I have to show a technique!" Oraname said.

Artik nodded. But, then... "Oh, my..."

Oraname then said "FIGHTING TECHNIQUE! Come on, let's go outside" as he went outside the castle and onto the courtyard outside of the castle. Garruk followed him to make sure nothing went out of hand.

"Breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeding."

"Where the hell did that come from?"

Garruk and Oraname stood outside, waiting for Artik to come outside.

'Hmmm... Let's have some fun in here!'

"I'M JOHN WAYNE. HAPPY THANKSGIVING, PILGRIMS.", Artik yelled as he walked out to the others.

"Finally. I swear, I was waiting out here for about..two posts?" Garruk didn't know what 'two posts' were, exactly, but he was pretty sure that it was quite a while.

Oraname didn't care. Even the great Warrior known as Goku was never punctual. "Show us your highest powerlevel without transforming."

While being possessed, Artik was in the Spirit World. He saw a dragon, and got on.

The guy controlling Artik squated, mimicing the sight of someone riding an invisible dragon. Meanwhile, he began grunting, and groaning, to power up.

Garruk looked at him. "Not again..." Garruk then gave him a purple Nurple, thus causing him to exit the Spirit World.

Oraname then said "Good, you're strong enuff. Now, I want you to your left or right hand in the air, like if you are going to serve a volleyball"

Artik raised his hand in the air, but did NOT wave it like he just didn't care.

"Now...this is the tricky part.Think of something that gives you any fom of emotion. Like, a loved one, or an enemy of yours." Oraname said. Oraname waited for about a few minutes or so. "Now, keep that thought in your and use it to make a giant Ki Ball"

Artik thought of what he loved most in the world--- His family! Ki began to form.

"Good, Good, now, with your other hand, strike it towards Garruk." Oraname said.