Okay before anyone says anything, I KNOW, I've been suckish at updating this sooner, I really have, and I thank you for your patience. It's just that...I didn't feel very inspired to write about DBZ. But now, I think I've come up with a chapter which /could/ be enjoyable.

And yes- this chapter is a short one. I was going to make it longer , but I've left at a very climatic point and I want /you/ guys to decide where I should go from here. Since...you know... *cough* I'm writing for you favorites, reviewers, subscribers, and just my readers in general ^_^.

Enjoy :)

"Kaaaaaaammmeeeeehhhhaaaaaame ehhhhhhh- HAAAAA!" Goku shot out his energy blast with exuberant force.

It slammed into the android across from him. The pale-faced being flew back, before getting up and narrowing his eyes.

"I thought you didn't start with your strongest attacks!" He cried out, frustrated.

Goku smirked and straightened, his hands on his hips. "Well not normally but I'm kinda in a hurry."

"A hurry?!" The outraged 19 shrieked. He charged Goku.

Krillin watched nervously, twiddling his thumbs. Every so often he'd glance at Gero, who was watching with a slowly darkening gaze.

"Eh...not good," a drop of sweat trickled down the side of Krillin's head. He looked back at Goku as he landed a punch."Hurry it up Goku!"

Piccolo had felt the fight start as he traveled toward Goku and Krillin's energy. That had been 15 minutes ago.

Now let's hope that they don't screw it up.

The Namekian had left Gohan behind, with strict instructions to stay put. He himself was going to join the fight.

But suddenly...

Piccolo tensed, stopping momentarily and floating in the air. "What is that?"

A faint dot on the horizon. As it drew nearer, Piccolo could distinguish its features.

Dr. Gero.

He stumbled back, aghast, "Him?! But how? Did he really defeat Goku that easily? And quickly." He tried to regain his calm. "Well if he thinks he's getting past me he can forget about it. I will personally see to his downfall."

Piccolo flew forward when he suddenly sensed someone else coming.

He swung his head in the direction- the same as Gero's –

This was Krillin.

"What is this..." he muttered as the two drew nearer.

"Destruct-o Disc!" Krillin cried out as he threw his attack at Gero from behind.

The old android looked behind and widened his eyes slightly before veering off to the side.

The disc flew off into the clouds, missing its target.

"Pfft," Piccolo scoffed before flying full speed again.

Dr. Gero glanced at Piccolo and took to the ground, Piccolo and Krillin swooping in after him.

But when they broke through the clouds and landed, the android was gone- nothing but green landscapes and water for as far as the eye could see.

"This place is as barren as a desert, how did we lose him?!" Piccolo bit, fist clenched.

Krillin looked at him uneasily, "Hey don't ask me. I hardly had enough time to follow after Goku started losing the fight."

"Losing? What's happened? Is he still fighting? I can't sense his ki."

Krillin looked at the ground and spoke quietly, "Turns out the android was holding out on him. His energy's being sapped."

Piccolo looked a little startled, "Sapped? What do you mean?"

"The androids can suck out your energy, Piccolo. He told me to leave and-"

"You did?" the Namekian gave something of a groan and turned around, cape fluttering.

Suddenly, Krillin became very angry. He took a step forward, his fist clenched. "What's it to you anyway? I thought you didn't like the guy. What about Gohan? Didn't you kidnap him?"

Piccolo whipped around, "I did it for his own protection! And I see now that I was right. Look at what staying behind has brought Goku!"

"Yeah, well-"

"Gohan will be mortified," Piccolo growled. Then he sighed. "Krillin. You have to go back."

"What?" Krillin exclaimed. "Why me?"

"Because I need to find Gero, remember? Or would you rather throw another off-target destruct-o disc at the man?" The Namek demanded.

Krillin began a protest but just shook his head. He stepped back. "Fine. But only because Goku's my best friend. Obviously he isn't yours."

Then the former monk took off.

Of course he's not my best friend, He may be a brilliant fighter but Goku is an idiot at other times. Piccolo scoffed, The thought of it.

"Now," the Namek returned his sights to the horizon, scanning the trees and water. He took to a few feet above ground, flying overhead. "Where are you..."

Shrubbery and more grass passed. Even a cave.

A cave.

Piccolo touched down and walked toward the entrance, casting a glance around. Then he stepped in.

Silence.

The only sound that resounded through the cavern was the sound of his cape.

That's why it was so startling when sudden moist, hot breath assaulted one of Piccolo's ears,

"I didn't think you'd be so stupid as to enter a cave without knowing where your opponent lay."

The remark was followed by an icy grip; one that, even with his hardened Namekian senses, chilled Piccolo to the bone.

"But I say let's finish you off, you've become a nuisance to my mission. But first, tell me where the child lies."

The Namekian arched his back, the energy pulsating out of him completely without restraint. But his voice was still thick with malice,

"Over my dead body."

"Happy to oblige!" Gero answered gleefully and suddenly Piccolo felt a very large drop in his energy. He cringed.

So this is where it all comes to an end, the Namekian thought darkly, Dying at the hands of this monster without a being miles from here to avenge me. So ends the anticlimactic story of Piccolo Jr.

He let out a shiver at the thought of his egg-bearer, wanting to conquer all worlds, and the one who expected his "son" to achieve that legacy when he could not.

Piccolo fell to his knees, his energy almost out. He gritted his teeth,

Goodbye, Gohan.

What do you guys think? Should Piccolo live, or should he die?

I leave the choice to popular opinion.