Piccolo's Gambit

"Who are you..?" Raditz asked. "With a powerlevel this high, I expected Kakarot."

"I don't know who Kakarot is," Piccolo said evenly. "I am Piccolo... Powerlevel?" he asked.

"This little machine," Raditz said, tapping his scouter, "helps me track fighters by their powerlevel. Quite an amazing technological feat."

There was a bit more banter, and Raditz proved how tough he was by tanking one of Piccolo's blasts to the face.

"You're super strong, huh?" Piccolo said, his eyes narrowing. "Then... I challenge you."

"Sounds interesting," Raditz replied, his arms crossed. "I'm in a playful mood, slug. Bring it on."

"I will attack you with my most powerful attack. If you can resist it, you win," Piccolo said.

"And what do I earn when I win?" Raditz asked, smirking.

"I will tell you the secret to attain immortality," Piccolo said, simply.

Raditz laughed. "I suppose I don't lose anything by indulging you, slug. Very well."

"Before we start, if I were you I would remove that little machine you have there. It might get damaged."

"Hm, you're right. Without my scouter, I'd be blind," Raditz said. "It is not as tough as my armor or myself. Good call."

Piccolo nodded. "It will take me a few moments to charge it up."

Raditz nodded and waited for two and a half minutes.

"Okay. It's ready," Piccolo said.

"Bring it, slug, I will stop it with one hand!" Raditz yelled.

"Makankosappo!" Piccolo shouted, firing a drill like blast from two of his fingers at Raditz.

He tried to stop it with one hand, but it pierced right through his arm and into his chest, destroying his heart in one shot.

Piccolo laughed. "Pfft. Idiot," he said, and then he tossed the body into the distance, out of his wasteland, where it would decompose because it was too tough for the carrion animals to feast on it.