Prologue: King Piccolo Saga pt 1- Daimao of the Night

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z except my own characters

Chemistry-Deaf: I have been working on this idea for a long time since it appeared to my head. It all started when I noticed Piccolo's children was named. I played an instrument and was disappointed that this instrument did not appear in any fanfics. So, I took it to myself to have him appear! I hope you enjoy the story!

The inky darkness was filled with different kinds of light and sounds. The quarter moon was steadily rising above the horizon. The plains were close to a young forest where various insects buzzed and chirped. They all ignored a ship that had randomly appeared during the late afternoon.

This ship did not fall through the atmosphere, but it had a horrible crash. A large gaping crack stretched from the top to two-thirds to the bottom. The machinery was partly broken causing all lights to flicker out and its tumble made various dents. A groan was heard in the inky depth of the ship, and a pair of eyes slowly open to the majestically of the night. Those eyes barely saw the moon and the stars. The noises of the insects assaulted his sensitive ears as well as the ringing from the loud crash, mainly the haul shrieking as it ripped. He moved to the crack and attempted to ease out. A four digit hand with sharp black talons grasped the broken wall. He strained with effort to leave the ship.

As soon as his body was mostly out, he lost his balance and fell out. He was shaking slightly from the effort. Various cuts and bruises marred his body was in different stages of healing. The worse two was a horrible gash from his chest to his side before stopping at his hips and the most recent one from his knee to his ankle from falling out of the ship. The clothes he wore was torn and burned. His pained eyes gazed his surroundings before he picked up a sound. It was that sound he needed, running water.

With that thought, he stood up with difficulty. He felt so thirsty he could go crazy. He tried running when the two horrible gashes warned him causing him to fall. He got up more slowly and limped. As he limped to the water, he stumbled and tripped before crawling. The moon was almost to the top of the hemisphere when he made it. He drank greedily.

Having no strength left, he slipped to a deep slumber. A few minutes later, a submarine broke through the surface.

The sub had seen better days. The hatch opened as it land to the shore, a few meters away from the injured man. The crew was a short dog and a tall woman, and they came out looking terrible. A few feet away from them was a big ship made for the sky. In front of the quiet airship was a short blue imp with colorful clothes and hat was pacing impatiently. When he heard the sub break surface, he turned his attention to his minions. He had left the ship when he received a call from them.

"We got it, sir," the woman said as she and her partner carried a pot. The imp ran to the chest excitedly. They dropped the chest as the imp stopped and showing eager as the minions panted.

"At last! With this imprisoned demon, we can rule the world!" He giggled as he imagine many people cheering him. His minions were happy for him.

"So, are you going to open it?" the dog asked, excitedly.

"Silence, Shu! I'll open it when I'm ready!" Both flinched and stand at attention. After growling at his nearly incompetent minions, he looked at the pot with awe and rubbed his hands. He slowly walked to the pot and eagerly unlocked it. He slowly lift the lid and a pale green light shown through the thin crack. Then, a force of wind blew those three away from the pot as the lid flew open with a bang. The hinges broke from the force. They hugged together in fear as the swirling lights came out of the pot. They formed a shape of a man as it descend in front of the pot.

The lights slowly glowed down revealing the imprisoned demon. He was very old based on the numbered winkles his bald head has. His face has a hooked nose, pointy ears, and antennae. He wore dark navy robe with a red circle and kanji symbol and soft red cape. It was a very long time since he last stood and lost balance. They could see his skin was a dark green with a dull yellow-brown patches over some of his major muscles on his arms outlined in dull red.

Neither said a word. Then, the imp picked up some courage in his shaking body and walked up to him. "Ah, welcome sir!" He jumped when the aged demon looked at him. "We have heard all about your quest for world domination." His minions nodded quickly in agreement with this imp. "Since I saved you from that cursed pot, I will make a deal with you." The demon stared, debating in his head before making himself comfortable.

"What kind of a deal?" His low voice startled his audience and they could hear the demand of respect and fear.

"Ah, I-I know a lot of interesting information! I will give you any information I have to offer and after you conquered the world, you will give us a part of it."

He hummed in thoughtful amused tone before opening his eyes. "I agree to the deal."

"G-g-great! Let get you in my airship and we will have a wonderful discussion!" The demon was already getting up. He had sensed a ki similar to his own nearby during the conversation and was inspecting it. He looked over and the imp noticed. He looked at the same direction. "What are you looking at?"

"I sensed my own kin. I am sure they had perished before I sealed away... Go get him." His glare was enough to send a message. The imp quickly ordered his minions to go and do the demon's biding while he led the demon on his ship. It wasn't long when they brought a very injured demon on board. The older demon had created a chair and sat on it as the minions got on with the younger demon. He saw the terrible wounds and swore that he will get revenge against whoever did this to him.

The injured demon was quickly stripped, cleansed, and bandaged. They soon put him on a mattress with a blanket in front of the chair that seated the older demon, sleeping. The older demon watch over him as the ship set flight. The imp had provided excellent information in regard to the dragon balls and a tournament coming soon. He smiled in deep thought as he planned out his world domination.

The entire prologue is the Demon King Piccolo Saga, but I don't know how many parts I am going to type up. Once that's over, the story really begins.