Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles - Piccolo ❯ Searching ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Lady Kaoru 
Piccolo searches for the man who killed his father.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 182 | Visits: 351 | Status: Work In Progress
Piccolo searches for the man who killed his father.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 182 | Visits: 351 | Status: Work In Progress
Searching
“Why are there so many trees?!”
A trunk blew apart into tiny splinters as the young green warrior marched through the forest. He refused to alter his course, so anything unfortunate enough to cross - or grow - in his path was brutally eliminated.
Another huge tree fell, scattering frightened wildlife in all directions. He had killed dozens of animals - eating some, but leaving most of the ravaged carcasses for scavengers. He didn’t seem to need as much as food as when he was growing, but that didn’t stop the pleasure received from killing them.
He could sense himself getting nearer a gathering of lifeforms higher than those of the animals he was used to. Could it be others like him? Could it be the one that he was searching for? The one his inborn subconscious demanded retribution from?
“I will make sure the one called ‘Goku’ learns well the name Piccolo!”
“Why are there so many trees?!”
A trunk blew apart into tiny splinters as the young green warrior marched through the forest. He refused to alter his course, so anything unfortunate enough to cross - or grow - in his path was brutally eliminated.
Another huge tree fell, scattering frightened wildlife in all directions. He had killed dozens of animals - eating some, but leaving most of the ravaged carcasses for scavengers. He didn’t seem to need as much as food as when he was growing, but that didn’t stop the pleasure received from killing them.
He could sense himself getting nearer a gathering of lifeforms higher than those of the animals he was used to. Could it be others like him? Could it be the one that he was searching for? The one his inborn subconscious demanded retribution from?
“I will make sure the one called ‘Goku’ learns well the name Piccolo!”