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A/N: Hello! Thank you all for all of your wonderful reviews! ^_^. Sorry it took me a little while to write this chapter. This chapter takes place 10 years after Kiseki died and Piccolo killed his father. I have been experimenting with ideas and this one seemed to be the best. So tell me what you think.
At the edge of a small glowing fire sat a small child about the age of 4 or 5. A white headband kept his unruly jet-black hair back out of his eyes as he stared into the fire.
"Mr. Piccolo?" He whispered glancing toward the tall man sitting across from him. The man opened his eyes and glared at the boy.
"What, Gohan?" He grunted.
The boy shifted a little then looked back up at the man.
"How did you get that scar on your face?" He whispered finally.
Piccolo winced a little at the question then scowled.
"It's none of your concern." He snapped. "Now go to sleep."
Gohan stared at Piccolo for a moment before he moved away from the fire and lay down.
"Sorry." He whispered before drifting off to sleep.
Piccolo raised an eyebrow curiously but shook it off.
It has been six and a half months since he fought and killed Raditz along with Son Goku. On that day he kidnapped Goku's son, Gohan, and has been training him since. Piccolo grunted and closed his eyes trying to get back to his meditations but couldn't for some reason. He scowled angrily and opened his eyes looking around.
'He'll be fine.' He decided standing up and flying away from the campsite.
He landed about a mile away from where he had first brought Gohan when he took him.
~Flash Back~
A small boy with unruly jet-black hair sat in a small pool of water screaming and crying.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! I WANNA GO HOME!!!" He shouted rubbing the tears from his eyes.
"SILENCE!!!"
The boy jumped and stared at the man that had abducted him. The man was a dark green and was wearing a dark purple gi with a cape and turban.
"If you don't stop that sniveling whimpering I'll kill you now!" The man hissed clenching his fists.
The boy stood up defensively. "No you wont! My dad is Son Goku and he'll… he'll save me!"
~Flash Back Ends~
Piccolo took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he tried to clear his head. Overhead the star sparkled and shined as if nothing in world could hurt them. But in reality there was always something that shot them down and crushed them.
Piccolo stared at the stars for a while, just mapping them out and naming the constellations in his head. He could remember doing the same as a kid, laying on his back and counting the numberless stars. But that was a long time ago and things had changed. Piccolo grunted and looked around warily, shrugging his shoulders he threw off his cape and turban and laid down in the grass to watch the stars.
~Flash Back~
Two kids, a boy and a girl lay in the grass looking up at the stars. Every now and then one of them would point up to a section of the sky.
"What's that one called?" The girl pointed to a small cluster of stars.
"The big dipper." The boy answered with a smile. "See how those stars all connect making it look like a giant spoon?"
The girl giggled, "Strange spoon. What about that one?" She asked pointing to another cluster of stars.
The boy stared at it for a minute then shrugged. "I can't remember. I know they're suppose to be fish though."
"Oh." The girl sighed, "You know a lot about the stars anyways. How did you learn so much about them anyways, Piccolo?"
The boy shrugged. "I remember someone telling me about them."
"And you can't remember who?" The girl asked rolling onto her side.
Piccolo shook his head. "No. Hey Kiseki?"
"Huh?"
Piccolo smiled a little and pointed to the sky. "See that star up there? The brightest one?" He whispered.
Kiseki nodded sitting up. "Yea I see it."
Piccolo smiled and looked over at Kiseki. "I think that star should be yours."
Kiseki turned to Piccolo, "Mine? How can you own a star?"
"Why not?" Piccolo smirked and turned back to the star.
"It'll be our star." Kiseki whispered suddenly. "When ever you see that star will you think of me?"
Piccolo looked down at her and nodded. "Okay."
~Flash Back Ends~
"I was a foolish kid." Piccolo growled and tore his eyes off of the sky.
A sigh escaped his lips and his face softened a little. "But she didn't deserve that kind of fate."
Slowly he gathered his stuff and stood back up. The sun was just coming up in the horizon making the stars dim and slowly disappear.
"Been out here longer than I thought." He grunted and put his cape and turban back on.
He stood there a moment longer then took off into the sky and returned back to campsite.
So what did you think? Should I have kept writing about Piccolo when he was younger or keep writing it this way? Thank you again for the reviews!!!