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“There’ve been so many threats to this planet. I’d like to think that I’ve overseen and helped when these threats presented themselves, but I don’t believe I did. I think it was all Goku and his friends. Some of those threats allied themselves with him afterwards, found themselves drawn to his honesty and earnest optimism. Inspired to be better people, more kind, more loyal, more free. Changed because he saw the best in them. Maybe when they had forgotten there was a best to be seen.”
Piccolo rolled his eyes. Kami had been yammering on for ages, standing at the edge of the Sanctuary and looking off the edge. He needed the old man to get on with it. They both knew the end game here.
Kami turned. They faced each other. Two halves of a single person, separated eons ago. Long enough that neither could fully remember how it felt to be combined. Kami’s wrinkled face creased in a smile.
“He saw the best in you. The evilest part of me. And he was right. And I’m so, so tired.”
He nodded. Piccolo stretched out one hand. With a brilliant flash of light Kami vanished. They were whole again.