Several days have passed as our hero Son Piccolo makes his way to the great lookout that oversees his world.

"I don't understand. I should be able to see Korin's tower by now. Where is it?" Piccolo grows in frustration as he darts his eyes in every direction. "I followed the instructions precisely. There's no way I shouldn't be able to see it by now."

Just as he was beginning to lose focus, he is taken back to reality. While traveling at a great speed he almost ran straight into the massive collapsed tower.

"What? It couldn't be! This has to be the tower. How could it be destroyed! Have the Saiyans already been here?"

Panicked, Piccolo looks down both ends of the tower and picks the direction that will lead him to the base of the structure.

He arrives after what had felt like hours, but to a scene of chaos. Rubble everywhere, and the entire lookout itself impaling the earth like an idle spinning top, probably crushing an entire helpless village beneath it.

"Nooooo!" Piccolo shouted at the top of his lungs. "Damn you Saiyans! How could you do such a thing!"

"Wuh! Saiyans?!" a voice cried out from atop the lookout. "Where are they? Tell them I'm not here! Tell them I gotta stomach ache!"

"Tell them yourself, you lowlife." another voice answers him.

"Darn it, Yajirobe, you will address me with the respect I deserve! Call me Kami, or uh, Master Satan!"

"Yes, your majesty…" Yajirobe replies sarcastically.

A sweat pools on Piccolo's head. "Hey up there! Are you the masters of the lookout?"

The two men on the lookout poke their heads over the edge. One is quite muscular, with an afro, mustache, and holy looking robe marked 'Kami'. The other is a stubby, chubby, messy looking man with a sword. They pause for a minute and whisper amongst themselves.

The afro's man eventually responds. "That depends who's asking! Are you a fan? Or are you some punk, come here to make trouble?"

"I'm Piccolo, my mother sent me here to receive your guidance and training."

"A disciple, eh? Well, let's see if you got what it takes to take tutelage under Mr. Satan! Here." Mr Satan drops a ladder down. "Climb up top and we'll discuss things from there."

Piccolo obliges apprehensively. Upon reaching the surface of the lookout Piccolo recoils in shock. Broken tiles and garbage litter the ground. The plants and trees in the garden are either dead or overgrown, and a makeshift swimming pool seems to have been made out of a dirty hole in the ground.

"This is terrible! Who would disrespect such a sacred place?"

Mr. Satan freezes "Hey now! We didn't do all of this! It was the last guardian who killed the plants!"

Piccolo's doubts continue to grow. "Uh, Master Satan, right? Are you the one who trained my father?"

"Huh? I mean, probably. I am quite the renowned master. What's his name kiddo?"

"Goku. Son Goku."

Satan's face contorts into disgust. "Oh that Goku. No, I wouldn't train a dirtbag like him! You know this whole mess is his fault! If he didn't swoop up that green old man after that tournament this place would still be in tip-top shape! No, the guy you're looking for is probably that turtle guy two guardians ago."

"Two guardians ago?"

"Heh, yeah. Between you and me this whole guardian of earth thing isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's been a revolving door since slug man left the scene. They didn't tell me this when they came to my door, but they haven't been able to keep a guardian here for more than a month!"

Piccolo looked down in disappointment. He was too late. Without his father's master, there's no way he will become strong enough to battle the Saiyans. Piccolo dropped to his knees and began to let tears flow. "I've failed you, father! I've failed the world!"

Yajirobe and Mr. Satan turned to look at each other as if to ask the other what to do. Mr. Satan then turned back to the boy, and after shaking his head in preemptive regret for what he was about to do, he assumed a confident and imposing posture. "Sit up, boy. I've made my decision"

Piccolo stops his sobbing and looks up to the man, curious as to what he would say next.

"In light of your father's buffoonadness, I've decided to take you in as my pupil. Stand tall, young one, for Mr. Satan is now in command of your destiny!"

Piccolo paused in shock for a moment before recollecting himself. Realizing that although the path differed from the one set out to him, it was his only chance to achieve victory. "Thank you, master. I'll do my best."

Yajirobe lets out a faint laugh "Yeah, kid, 'do your best' I can't wait to see how this ends."

The three enter the lookout's interior, ready to begin Piccolo's new training. Apprehension and fear start to enter Piccolo's mind. Would he be ready for this? What kind of tests awaits him? Before long they arrive in front of a storage room.

Yajirobe begins picking his nose and looks over to Mr. Satan. "You think the kid's ready for this?"

Mr. Satan scratches his head and contemplates for a second. "Well, it didn't kill us. Can't be so bad right?"

"It took me weeks to stand more than a taste of this stuff, but whatever. You're the one liable anway." Yajirobe strolls into the storage room and comes out with a container labeled 'Ultra Divine Water'. "Alright, kid, take a swig of this crud."

Piccolo catches the container as Yajirobe tosses it to him. "I just drink it? Is this to prepare my mind for the training?"

Yajirobe and Mr. Satan gave him a questioning look before beginning to laugh hysterically. Yajirobe answers for both of them. "Na, kid. This piss water is the training."

Piccolo gives the two an extremely puzzled look. What could they possibly mean by that?

"Here, watch." Yajirobe punches the wall, causing it to explode with tremendous force. "See? All thanks to whatever the heck those weirdos put in this water."

Mr. Satan Nods with a wide grin of reassurance. Piccolo looks down at the fluid. He stares at his sweaty trembling reflection.

"This can't be right. I can't take any shortcuts! I need to become strong the right way, like my father!" Piccolo looks Yajirobe in the eyes defiantly.

"Yo, kid your dad totally drank this crap too. How do you think he beat King Piccolo?"

"What?" Piccolo shuddered in shock at the sudden revelation. "There's no way! My father is an honest warrior!"

"Look, kid, do you want to blow shit up with your hands or not?" Yajirobe flicks his booger at Piccolo, hitting him in the forehead.

Piccolo looks back at the water. His mind now wrapped in confusion and doubt, he closes his eyes and takes a gulp of the fluid. "Huh? I don't feel any different. Am I really stronger now?"

"Give it a minute." Yajirobe responds disinterestedly.

Just then Piccolo feels an insane pain throughout his body. The pain is so great that he is taken to the floor in agony. "This water is poison!"

"Huh?" Yajirobe regains focus. "Oh yeah, that crap totally destroys your liver, and I mean like, completely destroys it."

Piccolo clenches his hands as he contorts into a ball. "This is maddening! How can anyone take this!"

Yajirobe scratches his head. "Oh yeah, I guess we're usually a bit high when we drink it. Anyway, just take an aspirin or something."

Piccolo continues to writhe on the ground. The pain is so great that he almost passes out, but then he remembers what Yajirobe said. That it destroys your liver. Piccolo focuses all of his Namekian self healing energy into the afflicted organ. After less than a minute he can feel the recovering start to work.

Piccolo's eyes bulge and his fists clench. "Yes! Yes! You can do it! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Okay, chill out there son." Mr. Satan attempts to bring his new pupil under control.

After a few minutes of breathing, Piccolo regains his composure. "I can feel it. I can feel the strength flow through me! I can defeat the Saiyans now!"

Mr. Satan lets out a groan. "Well… Actually, while you are stronger for sure, it's going to take more than that to beat those punks."

Piccolo picks up the container and notices a medical usage label on the back. "It says here that it only takes one full dose to reach your full potential, and that further use will yield no results."

Mr. Satan speaks first. "Yeah, that's what the label says alright, but we figured out how to get around that little caveat."

Yajirobe continues for Mr. Satan. "Remember how I said your dad drank this to defeat your uncle? Well, I'm willing to bet he's stronger now than when he drank that stuff. So clearly it wasn't actually his full potential."

Piccolo begins to understand what they're getting at.

Mr. Satan then finishes the explanation. "So in other words. As long as you do a few push-ups here, and a few sit-ups there, your new 'potential' becomes even bigger! Heck, it wasn't until the third round of that stuff that I started to fly!" Mr. Satan demonstrates by levitating off the ground.

Piccolo Nods to relay his understanding. He gets on the ground and performs a light workout.

For the next day, Piccolo continues the cycle of workout, drinking, and healing his liver. On the morning of the day after, Piccolo prepares for his test of strength. Strapped to his back on a harness are eight full-size school buses. Fifty meters ahead of him stands Mr. Satan. He nods to Piccolo with a stern expression.

Piccolo returns his nod and musters his strength. Giving everything he has he pulls his leg forward. The mountain of metal drags across the surface of the lookout tearing and cracking tiles as they move. One more step, and another, until Piccolo finally makes it to Mr. Satan. He drops the harness and bows to his master.

"You did good, kid. You now have the strength to defeat any foe who crosses your path."

"Thank you, master. I do have one question."

"What's that son?"

"I still don't know how to fight."

"Oh, that." Mr. Satan thinks for a moment before returning his gaze to Piccolo. "Come with me, I have something to show you."

The two travel the halls of the lookout until they come across a mighty door. Inside Piccolo finds an impossibly large expanse of nothingness beyond a small structure that holds the door. He enters in amazement. After walking across the room he takes a step off of the main platform and onto the void. His body is instantly overwhelmed by the insane effects of the room.

"What! What is this!"

"Oh, kid, not that way! Over here!" Mr. Satan pulls out a television set with a tape player attached.

Piccolo pulls back, trembling in shock, and makes his way to Mr. Satan.

"Here. On this ten-volume set, you can learn everything I know."

"Ten Volumes? That could take forever! There's no telling how much time I even have left."

"Hehe, that's why we came in here. One Year in here is only a day in the normal world. Now take a seat and get ready to become a master. Oh, and just so you know these lessons aren't free. I don't take it you have the cash on you, so I'll just mail the bill out to your mother."

And with that Mr. Satan departs the room leaving Piccolo on his own. He has no time to waste. He puts in the first tape and readies himself for the training of a lifetime.

One day later, Piccolo emerges, now with a very mature presence about him.

Mr. Satan and Yajirobe enjoy their breakfast. The former finishes a video call on his clunky computer. "Goodbye, sweetie. I'll be sure to swing by to wish you happy birthday tonight."

Piccolo marches over to the table. "Dynamite Kick!" he lets out his war cry as he strikes the table, splitting it in half and vaporizing everything beneath it.

"Ah dude! What the heck!" Yajirobe scowls at Piccolo in irritation.

Mr. Satan looks at his pupil in awe. "Kid, you're ready."

After a few hours, the team has finished packing their capsule corp hovercar. Mr. Satan walks up to Piccolo eagerly.

"Kid, I want you to wear this." He hands Piccolo a uniform. A gi bearing the face of Mr. Satan.

"Thank you, master. I'll put it on at once." Piccolo slips on the attire to some slight disappointment. "Master. I think this is a little small. You may have given me a child size."

"Huh? But you are a kid right?"

Piccolo gives a bit of a dumbfounded look. "Four. Well, Five now." Though he accepts the gift. After putting it on, the trio embarks on their trip to the Saiyan lair.

Meanwhile, in said Saiyan lair, an unfortunate development unfolds. Raditz, Nappa, and Vegeta kneel before the throne of their master. Sitting in the throne their pint-sized leader with a hideous bowl cut and kingly caped Saiyan armor motions to put his subordinates at ease.

Radditz gets up first. "Gohan, we should just kill the old man and be done with it!."

"Patience Uncle. There is no rush. I've been feeding the old fool nothing but laxatives for a week! His bowels cannot hold the dragon ball forever. And when he drops my prize all seven dragon balls will be mine!"

Gohan gets up from his chair and takes steps toward the bound hostage in his possession; the turtle hermit Roshi.

"That fool of a human mother of mine could never understand my destiny. She will learn just like the rest of this pathetic world. I, Gohan, I'm its true master!"

Vegeta grumbles, unable to keep silent any longer. "Why think so small! Before I came to this wretched world I made dozens of worlds bow before me! We should be restoring the Saiyans to their rightful place as masters of the universe! Not Wasting our time playing prince of a bunch of nobodies!"

"Silent!" Gohan launches himself toward Vegeta and knees him right in the gut before he can react. "I lead the Saiyans now! We will take this galaxy, yes! But not before I have what is rightfully mine!"

Time runs ever so close to running out for our hero Son Piccolo. Will he be able to defeat the Saiyans in time? Or will the world enter a new age of tyranny!