Piccolo often wondered what had happened to the once great demon king, now more so then ever, as he was gripped with a horrible sense of fear and dread.

He had been great once, yes very great. rising from determination and good intentions, the demon king Piccolo had been an incorruptible evil, the likes of which had never been seen before. He had only been free from imprisonment a short while, before he came.

He was a mere child. Never once had it crossed the demon king's mind, that such a small seemingly harmless child, could ever pose a threat. But, this boy was no ordinary child.

This boy possessed great strength and power to rival his own. But the boy was also just, courageous, and pure of heart. He wanted nothing more then to avenge the fallen, and make the demon king pay for his deeds, and pay he did.

The demon king fell, but as he fell, he pulled out on last desperate attempt at survival And it worked, though Piccolo the demon king died, but he was resurrected. The reincarnation was stronger, much more powerful then its sire had been.

Surely, vengeance would be claimed, and evil would once again reign supreme. But there he was again, the boy, ready to do whatever he could to thwart him once again. Only the boy was no longer a boy, he was a man, wiser and much more powerful then before.

The demon king full a second time, only this time the man did something much worse then take his life, he spared it. The man would not kill him, instead he set him free, taking mercy on this all-powerful evil.

That was when he began to change. It was small, unnoticeable at first, But he was in fact changing.

Years after the second defeat, a new threat appeared. The demon king, intent on saving this world for his own evil intents and purposes, came to the aid of the man who had defeated him, and finally delivered death to the man, the way the man had given it to his sire.

But it was bitter sweet, the man had accepted death, sacrificed himself, for the survival of all. As the mans spirit departed, to prepare for the next big threat, the once great demon king was left unsure of what was happening.

One thing was certain, he could not let the earth be claimed, the earth was his. So he took him, the son of his enemy. he trained him, taught him, made him strong.

But the bot taught him as well. That night staring at the sleeping form of that small child, Piccolo knew he had changed, never again could he be the great demon king, nor was he sure he wanted to be any longer.

But still, he had not expected this. Now here he was, willingly hurtling towards his death, ready to giver everything up, to save the life of the seed of the thing he had once hated above all else.

Here he was, truly feeling for the first time. As the blinding light overtook him, as he threw himself in front of that strange, infuriatingly kind boy, as the pain began to claim him, the warrior Piccolo had only one thought in his mind. He finally, had a friend.