Profound realities…

A/N:

This story is an AU. It does not run along the EXACT storyline as DBZ, if any of the characters in the story appear to be out of character, then I do apologies.

Piccolo is again the focus in the story, along with some of the other Dragonball Z characters.
I do not own Dragonball Z it is the sole property of Akira Toriyama, a man with great imagination.
In this fic, Nameks are not asexual, but they are still able to reproduce asexually due to their not being any female nameks in over 500 years

WARNING…

this story contains adult content, language, violence and sexual references.

SPECIAL NOTE

Big thanks to Chibi Digi, because of her I was inspired to start writing this fic, it was an idea for a long time, but her help has made it come to words. Thanks Gina!

PROLGUE…

The area was engulfed in darkness, the area around him was soft and liquefied, he knew what he needed to do once he had emerged, but what to do now… The prison of several layers had no map inside directing him to the nearest exit, a prison of equal roundness and consistency as that of a bowling ball. Stretching the first muscles of his arms out into the bubble of mucus he managing to stretch it far enough to allow his blunt fingers room to wiggle, stretch and retract into balled fists.

Twisting his neck from side to side slowly, he felt the membrane over his skin, how sticky and smooth it felt at the same time, making it harder to penetrate, if he knew what breath was at this point in his life, he would feel like he was drowning in a in a flooded cave with no air pockets.

"Must break through, must fulfil desired wishes" his mind calculated, his undersized brains functions were broadening, his legs kicked forward, tapping lightly against a firm surface, pulling it away he kicked out again and again, each thrust of his for stronger than the last. His keen eardrums took in the first sound of his life, the cracking of the surface from the pounding of his foot against it, gathering strength from his ready body, he pushes his foot forward against the cracked surface, steadily it pushed outward and away, his sole occasionally slipping from the juice coated film.

Lifting his head back against another hard surface, he pushed harder with his feet, and still it only added a slight advancement to his freedom.
"Must be free of this prison" his mind ordered him, steadily he was becoming frustrated, his shoulders bunching up and his body shaking to free itself. His small-balled fists punching put against the slippery walls, with every swing and jab his strength grew, using two legs instead of one to push against the exterior.

And suddenly "crack" a load crack filled his ears after utilising both his soft skinned fists to punch against the ceiling, and in that same moment of penetration through the prison wall, another sensation surrounded his exposed hands, the cold. He pulled his fists back inside with urgency, curling closer to the bottom of his prison, he took refuge from the frozen air as it slowly entered through the manually made break.

However, this reaction did not last long, the messages and purpose drilled into his memory surpassed any fears or uncertainties he may have. With strength and determination he leapt upward clumsily from his soft membrane mattress.

The air was cold, so very cold, frost crystallising on the tips of grass, forming dews drops along the lining of leaves and the dirt forest floor wet and unwelcoming, even for the deer that took shelter amongst the trees it was a hateful place to be. At this time of year, they did not dare step away from their wind breaking refuges.

"Crack… CRACK" The sound was the only sound in heard this early morning; it shattered the quiet from its sharpness, the rounded pallid object, lying at the foot of a tree stump began tilting forward.
"CRACK" the thick shelling acquired a whole from the inside, and from the whole emerged a pair of hands that continued to break through the armour of its incarceration.

The group or deer hovering nearby gave their full attension to the disturbance, the bravest of the stags stepping boldly but cautiously forward on his petite thin ankles and hoofs. Tilting his ears backward with mild confusion and curiosity he took another step forward, jerking his head back when the object tilted forward with another crack, pallid shards of shell falling to the dirt floor.

The rest of the group watched, also curios as the persistence stag with large sharp antlers nasally scrutinised the object. Suddenly the eggshell exploded into dozens of shards that flew several feet, the stag leapt to safety back with his group and continued to watch from a safe distance. Their eyes glued to the scene, the egg titled farther and farther over until it rolled over onto its side.

A Doe took one sep closer, from the shell a shape began emerging, its flesh a dark almost black emerald, pushing itself out from its prison it was if fact on its side, its head pushing along the ground as its arms and legs did the pushing and pulling. Dragging along its arms and back was the pallid green membrane that had enclosed him from the light, when its boy was free from its prison it lay still, with its back to the group of deer that watched the proceedings.

The doe stalked her way toward the shape; only young its curiosity was uncontrollable. It reached the still naked form lowering its nose to sniffed the green membrane, her nostrils contracting every time she inhaled the rich smell of birth. The small forms eyes shut tightly and between his eyelids was more of the light jade mucus that had kept him warm before the relentless elements he had to face now.

He twitched roughly from his still state, catching the doe by surprise she retreated from his side, startling the rest of her group they also retreated hastily away from the scene in an instant without looking back, the thumping of their hoofs decreasing as they moved further away.

Now alone, he had heard the retread of the deer and it brought an evil joy to his darkened heart, slowly he edged out and away from the remainder of his shell, dragging behind him was his afterbirth, detaching itself along the wet dirt ground as he crawled. Sitting his nude form up on the ground, he inhaled the cold air for the first time through his nostrils, bringing his balled fists up to rub both eyes free of the sticky substance.

Cleared of it, his large out of proportion eyes blinked opened, revealing each eye as having a single back spots as his pupils. Short, thin, & long sections of kin penetrating from his forehead glued against his cranium with green fluid.

"(Cough)…." his lips parted, coughing op and out the remainder of his afterbirth from his through and mouth. His little eyes looked up to the semi clear and sunless sky, his eyes become slits of determination.

" G. (Cough)…. Go…ku. (Cough)…." was the first word that left Piccolo's lips…

Thank you very much for reading,