"Like, man, let's go for round two."

Shaggy lunged at Piccolo, aiming his fist for his jaw-line.

Piccolo jumped to the left and quickly fired a ki-blast in Shaggy's face.

Shaggy's body flew in the air for hundreds of yards, coming to an eventual stop...

And then ricocheting off of a sudden burst of energy shooting out of the soles of Shaggy's feet.

Shaggy charged his Shagawotts to his fist as he was flying towards Piccolo, and rammed his fist into his gut.

Piccolo hacked a speck of blood while clutching his abdomen.

Piccolo teleported above Shaggy to gain a few seconds of recovery, thankfully, he was given the time as Shaggy was scanning the battle field across from him with his eyes.

Thankfully, the Shagawotts Shaggy had charged into Piccolo had (unknowingly to Shaggy) given Piccolo a similar energy wave to him, and a temporary surge in power, making him invisible under Shaggy's aura-detecting technique. (Shaggy, though strong, still had lots to learn.)

Unfortunately, those few seconds were up, and Shaggy looked to the sky, only to be greeted with a pair of feet above him.

Shaggy grabbed the offender's ankle and YOTE him towards the ground with great force.

Piccolo, only being startled, and not quite caught off-guard, teleported quickly before coming in contact with the grassy earth.

Piccolo quietly muttered a few words as he pointed his index and middle finger in Shaggy's direction. This move was called 'Special Beam Canon', and it hit Shaggy directly in the back.

Shaggy stumbled in the air, rising up even higher and sending a whip of electricity in Piccolo's direction. Piccolo's shin was grazed by the blazing bolt and he gasped in pain.

Shaggy then telported right in front of him and directed a punch to his right jaw-line.

Blocked.

Piccilo aimed to kick him in the gut.

Blocked.

Punch.

Blocked.

Upper-cut.

Blocked.

Headbutt.

Blocked, yet again.

This process kept repeating itself over and over until both opponents decided that enough was enough, and that they were going to end this match.

Both of the opponents sent waved of raw energy in the other's direction; the collision had caused an explosion to occur, blinding everybody in a white light.

The explosion died out, and one man was standing, victorious.

And that man was Piccolo.