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Chapter 1: The Ox Kingdom Vs. Camelot
Gohan POV
I watched as that hateful supposed man Uther who was barely able to be called a king march with an army of red cloaked soldiers on my father's lands I thought of sending word of his arrival. My master in the practices of magic Alator of the Catha lead me away while my master in the practices of fighting and warring Piccolo call the guards to hold them at the next village. My Saiyan heritage told me to stay and fight but my smarter side said go to inform the Royal Army.
Piccolo POV Ealdor
I stood there facing my mini army of 50 men as we waited for Uther debating on whether to go with an ambush or straight charge. As we waited I gave the order to hide anywhere possible. All soldiers were to move on my command. I chose to hide in the haystack with three other men. My life and all the choices I had made throughout came to me in a flash. If this was to be my last moment I was glad I passed my knowledge on to someone almost worthy such as my first friend the softy Prince Gohan. Please, somebody please help me I don't wanna die. Young eight year old Gohan screamed seven soldiers of Camelot surrounded him.
Shut up you little brat. Screamed who seemed to be the lead knight .
They were all surprised when an expertly aimed crossbow bolt passed through one man's heart drawing it out of his chest leaving a three centimeter wide hole through the impact zone and nailing the vital organ to a tree and spilling blood on the terrified unhardened warrior Gohan.
What the bloody ale goblet was that. Screamed another of scum of the earth known as a soldier of CamelotUnbeknownst to him that would be his last would be his last sentence as Majunior's dagger would soon be found in the spot where his throat met his abdomen. I enjoyed the panic in his and his allies eyes and faces as he choked on his own blood. The remaining soldiers after seeing how easily their comrades were defeated and killed ran to their king to tell stories of demons in a forest protecting wimpy little crybaby brats.
Thank you Mister... Said the child.
My name is Piccolo boy you best not forget it . Wait did just hear your thought correctly you're the Prince , that can't be right royalty doesn't journey to the outer villages. Well screw it then let's get you to your father.
Ahhh the good old days when I had to steal from the rich to give to the poor now I ask rich and still give to the poor.
