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Slowly the sun sank down in the horizon; the yellows, oranges, and pinks slowly disappeared with the sun. Piccolo sighed from his spot atop a large cliff, the last of the colors vanished and the stars began to dot the sky. It had been two days since he left home and five hours since he left Kiseki's house. The cold air swirled around him causing him to shiver unconsciously, snapping him out of his thoughts. Slowly he turned away from the cliff's edge and began to walk down the steep grass slope down to the dying grass fields. A sparkle of light caught his eye and he stopped, tilting his head up to the stars. One star shimmered more brightly than the rest of the stars. Piccolo's eyes locked with the star briefly suddenly he blacked out.
Everything was blurry and dark; he could make out a brightly lit city in the distant. The lights from buildings and houses made the city look like a cluster of stars nestled in the hills. Suddenly he was in the city wondering aimlessly around the streets and buildings. He had no control over himself he could only watch what happened next; the buildings around him began to erupt in flames and some of them even crumbled to the ground. People began to run around and scream in fear.
A woman ran by screaming then saw him and screamed, "Monster!"
A strange light emitted from his hand and hit the woman disintegrating her to nothing but ashes that were caught in the wind and blown away. More people ran by screaming and suffered the same fate as the woman. The people's screams echoed in his head and everything began to swirl around him.
Darkness consumed him and the screams stopped, a bright light suddenly cut through the darkness causing him to blink.
The same bright star still shimmered in the sky. Piccolo shook his head and flopped down onto his back. The grass tickled his neck causing him to shiver slightly.
"What just happened?" He whispered softly to himself. "Did I just do that?"
Slowly he sat up and sniffed the air for smoke and dust. The air was clean and there were no signs of any cities anywhere.
"It felt so real though." He sighed and lay back down again. "Maybe it was just a dream."
He yawned and closed his eyes; sleep consumed him and he fell into a dreamless slumber.
The bright suns poke through the close eyelids of one Piccolo, and slowly woke him up.
Slowly he eased opened his eyes and yawned as he sat up. Suddenly he was jerked to his feet and turned around. He gasped and stumbled backwards away from the two brightly dressed men that stood before him. One was dressed in bright orange and held a large rifle and the other was dressed in green and brown camouflage.
"What do you think it is, Fred?" asked the man in orange raising his eyebrows.
'Fred' shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. His gun hung loosely on his back in a case.
"I don't know. Looks like some kinda weird little kid."
Piccolo scowled and raised one of his eyebrows.
"Looks mean." The other man said nervously while clutching his rifle.
Fred rolled his eyes at the man then looked back at Piccolo. "Hey kid, what's your name?"
Piccolo smirked and crossed his arms. "Piccolo."
"Piccolo, eh? See George, there's nothing to worry about. He's just a kid."
George nodded warily at Fred still clutching his gun nervously. Fred looked Piccolo over one last time then smirked and began to whisper to George.
"I bet we could make a fortune off this kid, you know?"
Because of Piccolo's good hearing he heard every word that Fred said.
George nodded and grinned. "Hey kid, wanna come with us?" He said advancing towards Piccolo.
Piccolo shook his head and took a step backwards then turned and started to run.
"He'll be worth something dead or alive! Catch him!" Fred shouted at George.
George steadied his gun and aimed at Piccolo.
A loud CRACK echoed through the air and a searing pain shot through Piccolo's right shoulder blade. The blinding pain caused him to trip over his own feet. He hit his head on a large rock and skinned up his hands on the hard ground.
"I got him!" George shouted in triumph and smiled at Fred,
Fred nodded in approval and the two ran over to the fallen boy.
Piccolo heard the two men approach him and tried to get up.
"He's still conscious." George whispered to Fred and slowed his pace.
Piccolo squeezed his eyes shut and slowly climbed to his feet clutching his right arm. Blood gushed from an open wound on the side of his head and his shoulder. He eased open his eyes again to see the two men standing three feet away from him. George was steadying his rifle again. Panic raced through Piccolo's veins, his heart pounded in his chest and ears. Suddenly instinct took over and he raised his uninjured arm up and held it out in front of him. George lowered his gun in confusion and Fred's smirk vanished.
Piccolo's outreached hand began to glow a bright yellow that soon formed a large ball. His hand felt warm from the light that emitted from it.
"What the…" Fred trailed off when Piccolo suddenly fired the ball.
It engulfed the two men, disintegrating them instantly.
The warmth left his hand and Piccolo slowly dropped it back down to his side. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he passed out.