Disclaimer: It's in chapter one.
This thing is surprisingly difficult to write. I've had to jump around and cut-n'-paste a lot. I think it's obvious by now that this is nothing (well, maybe a little) like the Romance/Humor in GVD. That is why this is marked as Horror/Angst (it's quite dark, eh?). As I said, its a transition piece, to get used to the fact that the next piece isn't all about the Piccolo/"Jin" coupling, and that it becomes more, for lack of a better word, insane.
Piccolo Daimaou always wanted his son to take over the world. He would be proud, Piccolo thought, to see me now.
He looked at the bodies of the only people that could stand in his way: the Saiya-jin Prince, Vegita; the powerhouse, Son Goku; even his pupil, Son Gohan. The only corpse that could not be seen was Buu's fat ass, but that was only because he had to disintegrate it to keep it from coming back. He now had trophies to go along with seizing the planet. And it wouldn't end there! He was capable, he knew, of taking over a multitude of galaxies, perhaps the entire universe.
When he realised that he was dreaming, he was sitting erect on his pallet, already staring wide-eyed at the cave wall. He ignored the inner queries of Neil and Kami-sama and kept his mind preoccupied with what happened in the dream, assuming, of course, that it was all a dream.
He remembered going into a large city, which one he couldn't recall the name of. Even so, he sauntered through the back-alleys in an adept pattern. From time to time, some of the loiterers of the area would try to bother him. He remembered killing several of them, and enjoying it. He even began to seek a few of them out instead of just encountering them.
Somewhere in this mess of murder, reality became distorted. As he left the city, he blasted a minivan, and the explosion broke into several colors that looked far more transcendental than anything he had ever seen on Earth. Looking back at it, it was probably just the way the ki reacted with the gasoline and electric, but then, in his state of mind, this showed some newfound superiority in his being. Something in the back of his mind said, "I'm finally stronger!" Than who, he couldn't recall. Son Goku, probably. Regardless, this thought spurred him to visit someone.
It was a woman. She seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't call up her face. Even so, he could draw out every detail of the embellished, baroque wedding dress that she wore. It looked lavish in design and material, embroidery and folds everywhere. She was happy; excited. Although she seemed delighted to see him, he knew her joy was really focused elsewhere. The woman explained to him that she was about to be married, and, which seemed awkward for her, she was quite happy with her to-be husband. Piccolo relived the feeling of his heart sinking down to his belly as he remembered this, and the pallid sense didn't wane as his thoughts continued; it only worsened. The dream turned so vehemently depraved that he refused to brood over it any longer and immediately got prepared for another long week of training.
"Gohan, come here!" Chi-Chi called from the living room.
It took several calls to budge Gohan from his books since he had headphones on, listening to a CD Videl gave him. He finally poked his head out of his room. "Hai, Okaasan?"
"I want you to take Goten somewhere while Goku and I prepare for his birthday party tomorrow," she said as she pulled some streamers from a box.
"But... his birthday isn't until tomorrow..."
"You'll have to take him to Capsule Corp. for a sleepover with Trunks, I guess. But don't bring him there till after six! I have some of his presents stashed with Bulma, and I don't want him finding them!"
"All right!" As he went to go into the yard to get his kid brother, he stopped at the door and turned back to her. "Does Otousan know that he's helping with the decorations?"
"Does it really matter if he does or not?"
"Good point." With this, he went out and tapped the young boy's shoulder, who was sparring with his father, on the shoulder. "Hey, Goten. Let's go pay someone a visit."
Piccolo barely seemed to acknowledge the brothers' existence when they came to visit. He seemed preoccupied with training, and only snapped at them that they were only bothering him with their questions. When Goten tried to sneak into the cave, he only got yelled at again. The second time he tried, Piccolo threw him into a mountain. All the while, Gohan kept asking questions.
"And even Mr. Popo says that you're having problems!" Gohan whined, "Come on! What's going on?"
Piccolo turned to him with a heavy grimace. "You've been talking to him?"
"Yeah, when I went to go see you. That's how I found you."
"He's quite possibly the oldest creature on the planet. Just because his age finally caught up to him doesn't mean I need to be bothered about it. Now leave; I'm busy."
"You're training all the time, Piccolo-san! You can take a break to tell us what's wrong."
Goten finally pulled himself out of the rubble (he was in pretty deep). "Yeah! You're acting meaner than usual!"
The frustrated Namekku-sei-jin only emitted a low, threatening growl from his throat and set off from the two into his cave, screaming to the Saiya-jin youths, "Go home and bother that harpy mother of yours! Or train with that thick-skulled imbecile you call a father! I have more important things to do than converse with a teenager and his whiney brat of a brother!"
"I can't go home right now!" Gohan yelled in from the entrance. He had a promise to keep, after all.
"Then go to your girlfriend's house. I don't care where you go, just don't stay here!"
"Onii-san! Let's go to Trunks' house!" Goten tugged at his gi. "Piccolo-san doesn't wanna talk anyway, and Trunks got some new toys from his mom that I wanna play with."
Gohan heaved a sigh. It was still barely afternoon, so he couldn't bring him to Capsule Corp. yet, and Goten was banned from the houses of most of his friends for, well, being himself (he was sure that the Keeki family would be upset about the "elephant doorway" project Goten and their son had for a long time). He looked back to the entrance of the cave. "Would it be too unreasonable to let us train with you, Piccolo-san?"
Piccolo declared, with his voice still flaring, "Just leave! I don't want to hear anymore of it."
"You've become even more of a recluse the past few months. You wont visit anyone, even when we held that surprise anniversary party for Kuririn and #18!"
"Do not mention marriage around me right now!" Piccolo said, almost running back out to gesture threateningly. But as soon as he realized what he said, he wanted to smack himself.
"Huh? What do you have against marriage?"
He had been avoiding that subject the past two weeks. Finally, when he thought he'd gotten a break after Kami-sama and Neil went to sleep for the day, Gohan comes and reminds him about it. He glared at his former pupil with a deep twist of ire. In that dream, Piccolo killed Gohan ruthlessly. He killed everyone, without pity, without remorse. In fact, he could clearly remember enjoying it, as he did enjoy tearing those ill-bred city Humans that bothered him. Again, he wondered exactly how much of it was reality. He hoped that the woman in the wedding dress was just another reverie, that the torn bits of bloodied satin were just some nocturnal illusion and not tangible byproducts of his actions.
Again, he tried push off the pair from his training, but Gohan had already witnessed the slight contour of pain on the green face. He was determined to hold fast and question it until an answer was affirmed.
That, umm... "nocturnal illusion" was an allusion I used that.. sorta hints at the dream. Looking back, I should have made the epilogue to GVD two chapters long. First off, it seemed rather condenced. Secondly, the reviews would have been funny if I ended the first half of the epilogue after Hina-chan said that Jin was her mother.
And to any new readers that might be "wingin' it" without reading the GVD beforehand: The A/Ns will rarely make sense.
This thing is surprisingly difficult to write. I've had to jump around and cut-n'-paste a lot. I think it's obvious by now that this is nothing (well, maybe a little) like the Romance/Humor in GVD. That is why this is marked as Horror/Angst (it's quite dark, eh?). As I said, its a transition piece, to get used to the fact that the next piece isn't all about the Piccolo/"Jin" coupling, and that it becomes more, for lack of a better word, insane.
Piccolo Daimaou always wanted his son to take over the world. He would be proud, Piccolo thought, to see me now.
He looked at the bodies of the only people that could stand in his way: the Saiya-jin Prince, Vegita; the powerhouse, Son Goku; even his pupil, Son Gohan. The only corpse that could not be seen was Buu's fat ass, but that was only because he had to disintegrate it to keep it from coming back. He now had trophies to go along with seizing the planet. And it wouldn't end there! He was capable, he knew, of taking over a multitude of galaxies, perhaps the entire universe.
When he realised that he was dreaming, he was sitting erect on his pallet, already staring wide-eyed at the cave wall. He ignored the inner queries of Neil and Kami-sama and kept his mind preoccupied with what happened in the dream, assuming, of course, that it was all a dream.
He remembered going into a large city, which one he couldn't recall the name of. Even so, he sauntered through the back-alleys in an adept pattern. From time to time, some of the loiterers of the area would try to bother him. He remembered killing several of them, and enjoying it. He even began to seek a few of them out instead of just encountering them.
Somewhere in this mess of murder, reality became distorted. As he left the city, he blasted a minivan, and the explosion broke into several colors that looked far more transcendental than anything he had ever seen on Earth. Looking back at it, it was probably just the way the ki reacted with the gasoline and electric, but then, in his state of mind, this showed some newfound superiority in his being. Something in the back of his mind said, "I'm finally stronger!" Than who, he couldn't recall. Son Goku, probably. Regardless, this thought spurred him to visit someone.
It was a woman. She seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't call up her face. Even so, he could draw out every detail of the embellished, baroque wedding dress that she wore. It looked lavish in design and material, embroidery and folds everywhere. She was happy; excited. Although she seemed delighted to see him, he knew her joy was really focused elsewhere. The woman explained to him that she was about to be married, and, which seemed awkward for her, she was quite happy with her to-be husband. Piccolo relived the feeling of his heart sinking down to his belly as he remembered this, and the pallid sense didn't wane as his thoughts continued; it only worsened. The dream turned so vehemently depraved that he refused to brood over it any longer and immediately got prepared for another long week of training.
"Gohan, come here!" Chi-Chi called from the living room.
It took several calls to budge Gohan from his books since he had headphones on, listening to a CD Videl gave him. He finally poked his head out of his room. "Hai, Okaasan?"
"I want you to take Goten somewhere while Goku and I prepare for his birthday party tomorrow," she said as she pulled some streamers from a box.
"But... his birthday isn't until tomorrow..."
"You'll have to take him to Capsule Corp. for a sleepover with Trunks, I guess. But don't bring him there till after six! I have some of his presents stashed with Bulma, and I don't want him finding them!"
"All right!" As he went to go into the yard to get his kid brother, he stopped at the door and turned back to her. "Does Otousan know that he's helping with the decorations?"
"Does it really matter if he does or not?"
"Good point." With this, he went out and tapped the young boy's shoulder, who was sparring with his father, on the shoulder. "Hey, Goten. Let's go pay someone a visit."
Piccolo barely seemed to acknowledge the brothers' existence when they came to visit. He seemed preoccupied with training, and only snapped at them that they were only bothering him with their questions. When Goten tried to sneak into the cave, he only got yelled at again. The second time he tried, Piccolo threw him into a mountain. All the while, Gohan kept asking questions.
"And even Mr. Popo says that you're having problems!" Gohan whined, "Come on! What's going on?"
Piccolo turned to him with a heavy grimace. "You've been talking to him?"
"Yeah, when I went to go see you. That's how I found you."
"He's quite possibly the oldest creature on the planet. Just because his age finally caught up to him doesn't mean I need to be bothered about it. Now leave; I'm busy."
"You're training all the time, Piccolo-san! You can take a break to tell us what's wrong."
Goten finally pulled himself out of the rubble (he was in pretty deep). "Yeah! You're acting meaner than usual!"
The frustrated Namekku-sei-jin only emitted a low, threatening growl from his throat and set off from the two into his cave, screaming to the Saiya-jin youths, "Go home and bother that harpy mother of yours! Or train with that thick-skulled imbecile you call a father! I have more important things to do than converse with a teenager and his whiney brat of a brother!"
"I can't go home right now!" Gohan yelled in from the entrance. He had a promise to keep, after all.
"Then go to your girlfriend's house. I don't care where you go, just don't stay here!"
"Onii-san! Let's go to Trunks' house!" Goten tugged at his gi. "Piccolo-san doesn't wanna talk anyway, and Trunks got some new toys from his mom that I wanna play with."
Gohan heaved a sigh. It was still barely afternoon, so he couldn't bring him to Capsule Corp. yet, and Goten was banned from the houses of most of his friends for, well, being himself (he was sure that the Keeki family would be upset about the "elephant doorway" project Goten and their son had for a long time). He looked back to the entrance of the cave. "Would it be too unreasonable to let us train with you, Piccolo-san?"
Piccolo declared, with his voice still flaring, "Just leave! I don't want to hear anymore of it."
"You've become even more of a recluse the past few months. You wont visit anyone, even when we held that surprise anniversary party for Kuririn and #18!"
"Do not mention marriage around me right now!" Piccolo said, almost running back out to gesture threateningly. But as soon as he realized what he said, he wanted to smack himself.
"Huh? What do you have against marriage?"
He had been avoiding that subject the past two weeks. Finally, when he thought he'd gotten a break after Kami-sama and Neil went to sleep for the day, Gohan comes and reminds him about it. He glared at his former pupil with a deep twist of ire. In that dream, Piccolo killed Gohan ruthlessly. He killed everyone, without pity, without remorse. In fact, he could clearly remember enjoying it, as he did enjoy tearing those ill-bred city Humans that bothered him. Again, he wondered exactly how much of it was reality. He hoped that the woman in the wedding dress was just another reverie, that the torn bits of bloodied satin were just some nocturnal illusion and not tangible byproducts of his actions.
Again, he tried push off the pair from his training, but Gohan had already witnessed the slight contour of pain on the green face. He was determined to hold fast and question it until an answer was affirmed.
That, umm... "nocturnal illusion" was an allusion I used that.. sorta hints at the dream. Looking back, I should have made the epilogue to GVD two chapters long. First off, it seemed rather condenced. Secondly, the reviews would have been funny if I ended the first half of the epilogue after Hina-chan said that Jin was her mother.
And to any new readers that might be "wingin' it" without reading the GVD beforehand: The A/Ns will rarely make sense.
