"Wa-haaa!" Piccolo the third yelled. "I'm flying!! This is so cool!"

The young Namek was holding on to his older brother around the neck as the two of them flew towards the east. They were flying over the ocean, and they had flown so far and fast the sun was now behind them.

Eventually, Piccolo found land again. There were tall cliffs rising far above the break of the sea, with grass growing up to the edge and trees further inland. He set down on cliff which was sturdier than the others, and Piccolo the third dropped to the ground.

"Why is there so much water?" he asked. "Why aren't there trees here, but there are back there? Why are we here?"

Piccolo chuckled. "It's called the ocean, and the trees can't grow here because of all the salt air and the lack of good soil near the edge."

He took his brother by the shoulders and the two sat down on the edge of the cliff.

"As for why we're here," Piccolo pointed to the west. "Watch."

The sun was shining a brilliant orange red, and the sky around it reflected the bright colours in the clouds, and over the ocean. The sun was slowly crawling lower in the sky towards the horizon.

"This," Piccolo announced, "is a sunset."

Piccolo the third stared in wonder, mouth hanging open, as the sun slowly dipped and disappeared behind the ocean, leaving scattered colours over the darkening sky.

"Wow." Piccolo the third stated softly, still staring. "Where does it go?"

"Right now, it's probably above the fight back in Nikki Town." Piccolo said.

"So... it goes around the Earth?" Piccolo the third frowned.

"No, the Earth goes around the sun... here..." Piccolo grabbed two roughly round rocks. "So this is the Earth, and it goes like this..."

He rotated it around.

"And the sun's light only reaches one half. And then it goes like this at the same time..."

He circled the 'Earth' around the 'Sun'.

"And that gives us a year."

Piccolo the third stared at the rocks for a moment.

"Yeah, I get it." he said at last.

"You do?" Piccolo asked, amazed.

"And all the pretty colours, that's from the light reflecting off dust and the air and stuff." Piccolo the third concluded.

Piccolo gaped. "You do get it."

"Is everything pretty like that?" he asked. "Only, Father didn't show me stuff like this. Is there anything else?"

Piccolo thought for a moment, then smiled. "Sure. We'll have to go north. Get on."

Piccolo the third jumped to his brother's shoulders and hung on like before.

"Let's go faster this time!"

"Okay." Piccolo chuckled, and jumped into the air.

King Piccolo was using a technique the Z-fighters hadn't seen for a long time, stretching his arms to attack. Gohan was forced to fall back in a Matrix dodge as one of the green arms shot past him.

Goku caught one arm and held it tight.

Vegeta already had a hold on the other.

Realizing the trap he was caught in, Senior immediately began to struggle with all his might. He looked up and saw Gohan standing in front of him, more hate shining in his eyes than one would ever hope to see in a Son.

"This is for hurting my friend." He said coldly, making no effort to hide the anger in his voice.

He crouched into a very familiar stance, cupping his hands out in front of him.

"KAAH--!"

"Wow." Piccolo the third breathed in awe, staring up at the brilliant reds, purples and greens that streaked across the sky as if painted with a brush.

Piccolo the third was sitting on the grass in a small clearing between enormous pine trees. His brother Piccolo was leaning up against one of these trees, watching his brother. He hoped to leave soon; the pine needles were getting annoying.

"It's called an aurora." Piccolo explained.

"How is it made?" The third asked, not taking his eyes from the sky.

Piccolo paused, and chuckled. "I don't know."

There was a quiet, contemplative moment.

"Why didn't Father tell me about you?" The third asked.

"I'm not sure." Piccolo shook his head, and went to sit down. "I don't think he favours me at the moment. He wanted me to take over the world, instead I protect it."

"Oh." The third paused. "Why were you so scared of him?"

"I-" Piccolo stopped, realising the answer was so much more complex than words. "It's hard to explain, but I'd never met him face-to-face before... and..."

Piccolo the Third turned and looked up at his brother, who had trailed off.

"What?" The third asked.

Without saying a word, Piccolo picked up his younger brother and took off towards the south-west.

Goku and Vegeta dropped the arms, which no longer had a body to attach to. The after-effects of Gohan's Kamehameha Wave were still happening: burning pieces floating to the ground, dust everywhere, and an enormous crater.

After a long time, someone finally spoke up.

"Let's go find Piccolo." Gohan said, still angry.

Anatra DeSylvianno, the plan for this story would be that Piccolo III gets a new name, in fact, my original story documents are named after him. One thing I didn't plan on was how long I'd have to call him Piccolo!