"It really is quite impressive that you'd managed this feat, my dear Imakiga." Koorimaru drawled, partially out of lethargy and partly in response to his still fresh injuries.
"Let's just say I called in a favour to repay a favour." Imakiga answered, setting the last of the Dragon Balls in the circle.
"Indeed. Fascinating that you were able to determine this hovel of a planet had its own set of Dragon Balls
and collect them all in so little time." Koorimaru said to the Namekian without averting his gaze from the seven spheres resting unpretentiously before them.
"You have your techniques. I have my information." Imakiga shrugged, "Still, your description of this Saradasuke confirms much of what is currently known about him. I wish we'd more time to determine how the Shimyakugan was effecting you, but I'm sure you've waited long enough to return to full strength."
Imakiga was right. Koorimaru
had waited long enough. The first few weeks were bad enough recovering from his battle with the Saiyan, but as the months passed and it became increasingly obvious that he was not regaining his former abilities anytime soon...
....Well, it certainly proved the reputation of the Shimyakugan. Once he regained his powers, he would be sure to double his efforts to claim it for himself.
"Indeed. Now, summon the dragon."
Nodding wordlessly, Imakiga raised his hands above the balls and spoke in a guttural tongue Koorimaru did not understand.
The skies blackened instantly, and thunder split open the heavens, allowing a shock of light to pierce upwards and curl into the silhouette of a saurian predator from ages past. Then the light shattered, revealing the form of the creature the Dragon Balls contained.
"I am the Eternal Dragon. State your wish and I shall grant it."
This was the first time Koorimaru had seen a dragon. Their reputation, even when spoken of through the magnifying lens of uninformed rumour, did little credit to their immensity, not only of size, but of power. For a moment, he wondered if the source of their abilities were not some technique he could himself procure. But that took him much too far from the point at hand. Such fancies could be considered once he was back at full strength. Once his Namekian companion had made his two wishes, Koorimaru stepped forward.
"Mighty Dragon." Koorimaru's eyes met the dragon, "Cure me of the Shimyakugan!"
Nothing was said while the Eternal Dragon's eyes turned a darker shade of red. Imakiga looked wordlessly at the proceedings, looking very much like he had more pressing matters to attend to. And Koorimaru was silent, impatiently awaiting for the moment he returned to his former power.
A moment that would not come anytime soon.
"This wish, I cannot grant."
Imakiga seemed more shock than the blank sullen expression that paralysed Koorimaru's face.
Can't grant my...? What is this. Who does this scoundrel think he is. No, calm down, perhaps I worded it wrongly. Yes, that is.
"My dear sir." Koorimaru said coldly, "Pardon me if I did not make my intentions clear, but what I meant to say was that I wished to be cure of the
effects of the Shimyakugan. They've made things very inconvenient you see, and I would like to return to my state of being prior to being afflicted by them."
"I understand the intent of your initial proclamation. But that wish is one that cannot be granted."
Now, Koorimaru's outrage began to simmer over, his mouth curling into a hissing snarl, "And why can you not grant that wish?"
"Because a wish had been made that the effects of the Shimyakugan used by the individual who made the wish cannot be reversed through the use of any set of Dragon Balls."
It was like Saradasuke had unleashed the full might of his power on him all over again.
"You..."
Koorimaru tried to keep his cool, tried to suppress the outflow of rage that now threatened to boil over his entire body.
But even defeating Saradasuke would have been easier than that.
"
...dolt! You imbecile! You paltry excuse for a reptile!!" Koorimaru roared, unabated, "
"You will restore me to my full power right this instant, or stars help you, I will scour the omniverse to seek a means to make you suffer, you unmitigated ass!!!!"
"Threaten all you want. That wish will still not be granted. Now, make another one so that I may return to my slumber."
"
Then run! Hide back in your balls! If you can't grant this wish then what use are---"
"Now, hang on. Let's not be too hasty." Imakiga interrupted, "There may be a way around this that'll be mutually beneficial for us."
Too flustered to choke out a response, Koorimaru pulled himself from Imakiga, reclining to let the Namekian carry out his plan.
"Mighty Dragon, if you cannot dispel the Shimyakugan's effects, can you tell us
how to dispel them."
"That wish, I can grant. While the Shimyakugan has reduced your power level and sealed away your access to your techniques as well as your ability to learn new techniques, you will still be able to raise your power level as you normally would. As you raise your power level, you will gain more and more access to the techniques you have learnt. However, know that if you attempt to raise your power level through the use of the Dragon Balls, you will not regain access to your former techniques as doing so through the use of the Dragon Balls falls under the previously stated limitation. Furthermore, if you are capable of spontaneously raising your own power levels through your own natural physiology, the effects of the Shimyakugan will disperse."
It was the best news he'd had in months. That a means to regain all his hard-earned knowledge existed was all the satisfaction he required. Regaining his cool, Koorimaru chuckled softly, "I see. Well, it will certainly be inconvenient, but I suppose I'll have years to---"
"But be warned. When 3 years have passed from the day the Shimyakugan was used on you, its effects will be permanent. No matter how much you train, no matter how much more powerful you become, you will never be able to regain your old techniques or learn new ones to replace them."
Silence fell over their surroundings, and even then, it was as if Koorimaru's heart had stopped.
"3.... years?"
"Your wish is now granted. I now return to my slumber."
Light once again surrounded the dragon, as all 7 of the balls danced in the air. Rising higher and higher, they danced faster and faster until spinning uncontrollably, they blasted off into their separate ways, dispersing the image of the dragon, and sailing high above the stunned figure of Kooirmaru.