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(When this began)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck/ hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
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He was stronger looking than when he had last seen him. His eyes and face were harder; a startling difference than the relaxed smile that had always played on his features. Piccolo's cape rustled in the wind, whipping back and forth from the sudden gust adding movement to the suddenly very still scenery; this couldn't be the son he had left behind.
"Father?" Kage blinked something unrecognizable to Piccolo flashing across his eyes, "Is it… they wished you back?" Though he had never seen the infamous Dragon Balls, he had grown up listening to the stories told about their power to bring any wish to life. He turned away clenching his fists by his sides, "You shouldn't be here."
Piccolo frowned folding his arms over his chest, "And why not?"
"I'm dangerous." Kage hissed cocking his head to the side.
Piccolo snorted rolling his eyes, "Get over your self." He grunted earning a startle from Kage and the younger Namekian to fully turn to him.
Kage stared at him looking torn between being angry and being confused, "Get over… I killed you! I killed…" His voice wavered making him scowl in annoyance, "Ganjo… I don't even know if Ganjo's still alive. Goku, the bastard, stalks me all fucking day!" His voice rose with every word, his ki rising making his antennae bob slightly, "And you know what?" His voice lowered to a whisper, "I can still feel him clawing at my mind. I spent the majority of the time you were gone just fighting him back… he keeps saying I have 'potential'. What the Hell's that supposed to mean Father?"
Piccolo, who had been listening patiently to Kage's ranting, stepped forward resting his hands on his son's shoulders. His eyes locked with the startled suddenly frightened ones, "You'll fight this and you'll win."
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4 Years Later
Dirty orange and blue boots silently touched down in the grass; the owner of the boots breathed in sharply through his nose then sighed, a smile playing on his lips.
It was good to be home.
A small child bounded out of the house wearing an orange gi similar to the man in the orange and blue boots. She looked up at him with large brown eyes and took a step back, then another, then another.
"Daddy!" She screamed running back inside the door, "Daddy! Daddy there's a scary man outside!"
Confusion passed over said man's face, 'Who was that?' He thought walking towards the house.
"Ganjo?"
He froze, a smile splitting across his face, "Dad!" Not a second after the word left his mouth was he suddenly captured in a familiar bear hug. Gohan pulled back looking at his son's face, it had been so long since he had seen the boy… man.
"It's good to see you son, where've you been?" He stepped back allowing Ganjo some space and to examine him himself.
Ganjo grinned looking much like his father had when he was in his twenties, "All over. I went and trained around the world and then I spent a year in the Time Chamber."
Gohan nodded, "I sense you've grown much stronger-" He paused looking down at his leg where the child from before now clung, "Pan, what are you doing?" He picked the girl up and she hid her face in his shoulder, "Pan?"
Ganjo lifted an eyebrow, "Is there something you should be telling me dad?"
Pan lifted her head and looked at Ganjo, her eyes narrowed, "He's my daddy!" She shouted then re-hid her face in Gohan's shoulder. Both men stared startled at the child; Ganjo laughed rubbing the back of his neck, his blind eyes resting on Pan.
"Guess what Panny," Pan made a small noise as she turned her head a little to see the strange man, "He's my dad too."
Gohan smiled, "That's right. This is Ganjo, your older brother."
Pan pulled away from Gohan and he sat her down on the ground, she looked up at Ganjo studying his face, "No… I don't think so."
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"I met this old blind man on the outskirts of South City; he used to be a karate instructor when he was younger. Said he was Grandpa Satan's sensei way back." Ganjo accepted the hot tea offered to him by Videl. He ran his free hand through his hair finding it still damp from the quick shower he had just had.
"You met Sensei Ookami? Dad mentioned him a few times but never gives him the credit he deserves." Videl sipped at her tea then set it down on the table when Pan climbed into her lap. She was still eyeing Ganjo skeptically even pulling goofy faces at him to see if he really was blind. Ganjo glanced at her and winked before taking another sip of his tea.
Pan gasped, "You're not blind!" She squealed pointing at him.
"Pan stop that!" Videl scolded her youngest, "Why are you behaving that way?"
Ganjo smiled lightly, "It's okay mom. You see Panny," Ganjo lowered his head eyelevel with Pan who was glaring angrily at him, "I can't see as clear as you do, I used to be able too. But now, after four years of training I can see pictures in my mind. It's almost like seeing with my eyes."
"So you're using our energy forces to create pictures in your mind?" Gohan asked and Ganjo straightened up looking over at his father.
"Something like that. Sensei taught this trick to me, when I concentrate on the sound and ki movements around me then I can almost see where everything is. People wise. I couldn't tell you where the microwave was when it's turned off."
Pan made a face, "How'd you get blind?" The smiles fell off Gohan and Videl's faces but Ganjo remained neutral, he cupped the tea mug in his hands soaking in the warmth.
"Several years ago a friend of mine got a lot of power all at once plus some upsetting news, he didn't know how to take it all-"
"So he hurt you?" Pan asked innocently, her face softening when Ganjo nodded, "That's not nice."
"No it's not." Ganjo said softly.
Pan leaned forward, "Do you still talk to him?"
Ganjo shook his head, his eyes ticking over to his father then back to Pan, "Not in a very long time."
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Kage fell to the ground panting hard, his eyes ticked up to his father landing ahead of him. He swallowed hard and pushed himself up, "You tiring out old man?" He grinned half heartedly pulling the rest of his torn shirt off.
Piccolo snorted, "Hardly." He fell back into his fighting stance.
"No," Kage breathed falling back to the ground, "I'm out. Can't do this anymore today." He lay back on the cool white tiles inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
Piccolo sat down in front of him, "You need to meditate today." He reminded Kage, "You didn't yesterday."
Kage sat up, "I know." He said softly, his face dropping, "How much longer are we in here for?" The whiteness was beginning to get to him.
"Don't think about that. Concentrate on your meditation." Piccolo closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest starting on his own meditations.
Kage watched him for a moment then sighed doing the same.
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