Disclaimer!: If I could be any animal I could think of I would be those weird little mole creatures from Dbz. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I DON'T own DBZ!
A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry it's been so long since I've posted another Chapter. Writers block. Well anyways this is probably one of the most angst chapters I have written. I hope it's good. Please review!!! ^_^
The sun slowly rose to greet a new day. Soft colors pierced the sky creating a beautiful sunrise. The birds chirped happily and sang their songs without a care in the world.
A soft click echoed through the air followed by a loud CRACK interrupting the birds' joyful songs. Silence hung in the air and then shattered like glass by another loud CRACK!
Kiseki gasped and fell limply backwards onto the ground.
"NOoo!!" Piccolo dropped down by Kiseki's side pressing his hands helplessly onto her stomach.
Blood soaked through her T-shirt and pooled around her staining Piccolo's hands and clothes a dark red.
Kiseki struggled to breath as blood seeped out through her gums coating her lips.
"Pic..." A fit of coughs racked through her body causing more blood to coat her lips.
Piccolo shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't talk... Please, just don't talk." He whispered and opened his eyes again.
Kiseki coughed again and shook her head weakly. "I'm sorry..."
"For what?" Piccolo's voice cracked from struggling not to cry.
Kiseki just smiled weakly another fit of coughs consumed it causing her to wince in pain after it was over.
"Good… bye..." Kiseki sighed and slowly closed her eyes and went limp.
"No! Don't you dare die on me!" Piccolo screamed as he shook Kiseki's shoulders to no avail.
He stared at her face helplessly then slowly laid her back down and stood up. His eyes slowly left Kiseki's face and turned to the man responsible for her death.
"I knew I would find you again." The man smirked and ran a hand through his dark brown hair.
Piccolo scowled. "Why? Why did you kill her!?" He screamed clenching his fists together.
His nails cut into his own flesh drawing blood that mingled with the blood already on his hands.
The man's eyes shined with evil and he carelessly waved his gun at Piccolo.
"Why did you leave?" He hissed dropping his arm down by his side.
Piccolo gritted his teeth together. "Why did I leave?!" He shouted, "You bastard! How can you ask me that!?"
The man unconsciously wrapped his finger around the trigger. Piccolo took a step closer to his father; dried tears and blood stained his face and clothes.
The man sneered at him standing his ground, "What happened to your face boy?" He said referring to the scar along side of Piccolo's temple.
Piccolo narrowed his eyes, "I fell and hit my head on a rock." He replied through gritted teeth.
"Clumsy fool." The man hissed and raised his gun even with Piccolo's head.
Piccolo froze, his eyes widening as he stared into the barrel of the gun.
"Freak." The man breathed and squeezed the trigger.
Piccolo gasped and dropped to the ground onto his back where he laid motionless. The man smirked and tossed his gun to the side then walked up to the still form on the ground.
"Never liked you." He whispered and reached down to check for a pulse.
Suddenly Piccolo's eyes snapped open and he grabbed the man's hand crushing it. The man screamed in agony and tried to jerk his hand away from the crushing grip Piccolo had on it. Blood dripped from his hand as his own bones pierced through his skin.
"Missed me." Piccolo hissed and released the man's hand and stood up.
The man stumbled backwards in pain.
"You're… you're some kind of monster!" He shouted in fear as he clutched his mangled hand to his chest.
Piccolo scowled narrowing his eyes, "No Father, you're the monster." Slowly he extended his hand creating a strange ball of light.
"What the Hell!?" The man shouted frozen in place.
Piccolo released the ball of light hitting the man with it. The man screamed in terror as the light consumed him and disintegrated him to nothing but ashes that blew away with the sudden gust of wind. Piccolo scowled and dropped his hand to his side.
"It's over." He whispered and turned around.
His face softened at the sight of Kiseki's lifeless body lying in a pool of her own blood.
"Kiseki…" He whispered swallowing.
Slowly he dropped down to his knees and started to dig, his face emotionless as he dug. Later that day he slowly stood up wiping the sweat from his eyes. He had been digging for about five hours with nothing but his hands. His fingers bled from small cuts that he had acquired from small stones embedded in the dirt. Carefully he picked Kiseki up and laid her down in the hole he had just dug.
"I'm sorry." He whispered and slowly covered her up with dirt.
That night he dreamt that he was standing in a small dark room. The only light was a small candle that flickered occasionally from an invisible wind. Someone stood behind the candle hidden in the shadows.
"You have been born to kill for you are part demon," The person whispered in a deep raspy voice. "You will avenge my death and kill the boy with the name of Son Goku then you will take over the Earth."
"Who are you?" Piccolo whispered.
The person suddenly moved causing the candle to go out.
"I am your Sire, Piccolo Damaio."