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Discarded. Ignored. Hated.
His first thought was of how unfair it all was. He had been whole, and then he had been cast aside. All the rage and bitterness and yearning for power, it all came with him. What was left behind was a pitiful weakling, kind and good and thoughtful. Someone who was worthy of becoming Kami. How pathetic.
But he had been banished from the Lookout. His other half had flung out his hand and forced him down to Earth, where he had lurked in the darkness, licking his wounds and plotting his revenge.
How dare Kami reject him? How dare that pompous prick cast him down among this rabble?
It would take time, but he would rise again, would crush all opposition and regain his place on the top of the world. Kami would beg and plead to merge, to unite their power, but it would be to no avail.
No…Kami had rejected him. And now Piccolo Daimao was going to make him pay.