~Disclaimer- I don't own DBZ nor am I making any profit from this story....obviously~
(A/N- okay, this story is going to be mainly about Piccolo, so if you don't like him then...GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!...nah, i'm jus' kidding. Please r&r....of course r&r could mean a number of things, but here in the land of fanfics we know it to be READ & REVIEW! So if you would be so kind.......)
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Chapter 1
Moji limped her way across the harsh sands of the evening desert. The grains swept up in the wind stung the gashes along her body. One of her leathery, reptilian wings dragged along the ground behind her, broken. Her hair was plastered against her head with sweat. She panted, dying for water, her fangs easily visible within her gaping mouth. She spied a small shed in the distance and struggled to make her way towards it. Bleeding heavily from her many open wounds, she fell at the doorstep scraping her nails along the door as she went down. A large man opened the door, shotgun in hand.
"Who's thar?" he drawled and scanned the area, finally looking down at Moji's pitiful form. "What th' hell are ya!?" He nudged Moji with the barrel of his gun.
"P-p-please......help me.....water....." Moji managed to cough out along with some blood.
"Get the hell outta here!, We don't want yur kind 'round here you freak of nayture!" He removed the gun and spit on her to emphasize his point. Moji could only stare up at him in disbelief.
*Are all humans this heartless? Why won't he help me?.....I've done nothing to him and yet he calls me names and curses at me...* Moji, struggled to stand and gazed at him with lifeless eyes.
"There is no need...*argh!*for your..weapon....*unh!*...I will remove myself and leave you be." Moji barely whispered her words and began to stumble awkwardly on unstable legs away from the man's house. *These humans.....they care nothing for anyone or anything* Moji's eyes narrowed to slits as she continued her retreat *.....they will PAY!*
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"Gohan.......something is wrong...." Piccolo stood up straight from his sparring stance and signaled Gohan to stop.
"Huh? whaddya mean, Piccolo-san?" Gohan asked looking up at his mentor who seemed to be staring off into space. Piccolo glanced back down at his student, his face hiding any emotions he might have had.
"I've been feeling a high energy source for a few hours now and it suddenly dropped...."
"It's not dad is it!?" Gohan's expression changed from curious to worried. A small frown etched on his youthful face.
"No, no it isn't Goku...this is a completely different ki signature."
"Well, then whose is it? And why didn't you tell anyone else you sensed something?" Gohan seemed to relax, knowing his father wasn't in danger.
"I'm not sure who it is...I've never felt a signal like this one. And I didn't tell anyone else because I wanted to keep a check on it to find out what it was before I told everyone. Plus, I just assumed you would sense it anyway." Piccolo gave his student an annoyed look. "Enough talking, somethings up...we have to see where this energy is coming from."
"Shouldn't we get the others?" Gohan tugged on Piccolo's cape right before he flew off. Piccolo shot him a glare and yanked the cape out of his grasp.
"No...there is no need for everyone to come, I'll go check it out. You can go home too. Wouldn't want to feel the wrath of Chichi, would you?" Piccolo added on a lighter note.
"N-no, I guess not....be careful Piccolo-san, I'll keep a check on your ki in case you need help." Gohan gulped at the thought of displeasing his mother, and flew off after waving goodbye.
"I'll be fine kid....." Piccolo grumbled and flew away in the opposite direction, following the faint ki source, which was growing fainter by the minute.
(*ANOTHER* A/N- I know it was short, but I'll make the next chapter longer..^__^)
(A/N- okay, this story is going to be mainly about Piccolo, so if you don't like him then...GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!...nah, i'm jus' kidding. Please r&r....of course r&r could mean a number of things, but here in the land of fanfics we know it to be READ & REVIEW! So if you would be so kind.......)
*~*=thoughts
Chapter 1
Moji limped her way across the harsh sands of the evening desert. The grains swept up in the wind stung the gashes along her body. One of her leathery, reptilian wings dragged along the ground behind her, broken. Her hair was plastered against her head with sweat. She panted, dying for water, her fangs easily visible within her gaping mouth. She spied a small shed in the distance and struggled to make her way towards it. Bleeding heavily from her many open wounds, she fell at the doorstep scraping her nails along the door as she went down. A large man opened the door, shotgun in hand.
"Who's thar?" he drawled and scanned the area, finally looking down at Moji's pitiful form. "What th' hell are ya!?" He nudged Moji with the barrel of his gun.
"P-p-please......help me.....water....." Moji managed to cough out along with some blood.
"Get the hell outta here!, We don't want yur kind 'round here you freak of nayture!" He removed the gun and spit on her to emphasize his point. Moji could only stare up at him in disbelief.
*Are all humans this heartless? Why won't he help me?.....I've done nothing to him and yet he calls me names and curses at me...* Moji, struggled to stand and gazed at him with lifeless eyes.
"There is no need...*argh!*for your..weapon....*unh!*...I will remove myself and leave you be." Moji barely whispered her words and began to stumble awkwardly on unstable legs away from the man's house. *These humans.....they care nothing for anyone or anything* Moji's eyes narrowed to slits as she continued her retreat *.....they will PAY!*
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"Gohan.......something is wrong...." Piccolo stood up straight from his sparring stance and signaled Gohan to stop.
"Huh? whaddya mean, Piccolo-san?" Gohan asked looking up at his mentor who seemed to be staring off into space. Piccolo glanced back down at his student, his face hiding any emotions he might have had.
"I've been feeling a high energy source for a few hours now and it suddenly dropped...."
"It's not dad is it!?" Gohan's expression changed from curious to worried. A small frown etched on his youthful face.
"No, no it isn't Goku...this is a completely different ki signature."
"Well, then whose is it? And why didn't you tell anyone else you sensed something?" Gohan seemed to relax, knowing his father wasn't in danger.
"I'm not sure who it is...I've never felt a signal like this one. And I didn't tell anyone else because I wanted to keep a check on it to find out what it was before I told everyone. Plus, I just assumed you would sense it anyway." Piccolo gave his student an annoyed look. "Enough talking, somethings up...we have to see where this energy is coming from."
"Shouldn't we get the others?" Gohan tugged on Piccolo's cape right before he flew off. Piccolo shot him a glare and yanked the cape out of his grasp.
"No...there is no need for everyone to come, I'll go check it out. You can go home too. Wouldn't want to feel the wrath of Chichi, would you?" Piccolo added on a lighter note.
"N-no, I guess not....be careful Piccolo-san, I'll keep a check on your ki in case you need help." Gohan gulped at the thought of displeasing his mother, and flew off after waving goodbye.
"I'll be fine kid....." Piccolo grumbled and flew away in the opposite direction, following the faint ki source, which was growing fainter by the minute.
(*ANOTHER* A/N- I know it was short, but I'll make the next chapter longer..^__^)