Long agon, in the dragon world, there exsited an evil being named Demon King Piccolo. King Piccolo was a Lord of Darkness, seeking the Dragon Balls for eternal youth. You may know about his children, Drum, Piano, Tambourine, Cymbal and the most famouse, Piccolo Jr. But there is one child the Demon King kept a secret. His name was Ladle.
"Daddy? Where are we going?" asked a young Namekian child as he and his father flew through space at lightning speed. The Demon King rolled his eyes in annoyance. The child had been asking for the whole flight and he was starting to get under his fathers skin.
"I told you not to ask again." he growled at the child. Ladle frowned, looking down at his feet. Why did his father have to be so mean all the time? He didn't understand why his father liked to cause so much trouble in the world. It seemed wrong to him. Ladle's thoughts were soon interrupted as the ship began to plummet down wards. Frightened, Ladle tightly grabbed his father's hand for comfort but he quickly pulled his hand away from the child's grip.
"Don't touch me!" he snapped grumpily. The young, Namekian child quickly pulled away eyes wide in fear and heart pounding like a drum. The ship soon landed with a thud and stopped so suddenly that Ladle nearly fell out of his seat. Still shaken by the bumpy ride, Ladle looked out the window and was surprised to see that they were on a whole new planet. The sky was blue instead of green and the grass was green instead of blue.
Before Ladle could process where he was and what all this meant his father clutched his hand and roughly jerked the young Namekian out of the ship, not bothering to be gentle in the least. Ladle's bare feet soon made contact with the soft, itchy grass which was slightly damp to the touch. His father continued to drag him along until they stopped and his hand was released from the tight grip.
"This is where you will stay," his father growled as Ladle attempted to rub the feeling back into his hands. Ladle looked confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked, not quiet understanding what his father meant. The Demon King rolled his eyes at his son's stupidity. Well, to him it was stupidity where as to others it would simply be the naive brain of a small child.
"It means I'm leaving you here." he replied, looking down upon his sad excuse for a son. Ladle's eyes grew wild with fear.
"What? Your just gonna leave me here all alone?" he asked, his voice unsteady with fear. The Demon King nodded.
"Yes. You are disgrace to me, boy. You are nothing like your brothers at all. I can not have a son who doesn't understand his fathers evil ways." he growled, his voice raising to a shout. The namekian boy's eyes filled with tears.
"I'm sorry, daddy! Please don't leave me alone! I promise I'll do better you'll see!" the young namekian begged with pleading eyes. Where as it wold break most parents hearts to leave their child alone, the Demon King was happy to be rid of his son. He didn't care how much the child begged there was no way he was taking him back. The boy had his chance and now he had to leave.
"It's too late for that. You had your chance and you blew it. Now, I will leave you here. Whether you survive or not no longer matters to me. Just get outta my site." The Demon King snapped, turning to walk away. Ladle grabbed his fathers leg, refusing to let go.
"Daddy no! I don't wanna leave!" Ladle wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks. The Demon King looked down in disgust, prying his son off his legs.
"Stay. And don't even think about coming back for if you do, I'll simply dispose of you in another way." he snapped, putting his son back on the ground. The Demon King's words stung like acid and lingered like the stench of death. Ladle was crushed to hear his father say such thing. He had heard him spit hateful words at many things but never his own children. The truth was finally clear to Ladle. His father despised him. He was ashamed that he was his son and now he would be left here alone to fend for himself.
"Daddy..." Ladle whispered, trailing off. The Demon King gave one last hatful look to his son before climbing back onto his ship. Ladle watched his father go, never to return. The young Namekian child sniffled sadly. He walked over and sat behind a rock, cuddling up into a ball. The child cried sadly to himself as he thought about everything he and his father went through.
Ladle was young, only four to be exact. How was he gonna survive on his own? All Ladle knew was that he was unwanted and unloved. Was this the end for him? Would he live or die? Ladle would have to do everything in his power to keep himself alive and away from danger. The question was, did he know how? The namekian boy was unsure.