For two whole years, Piccolo and the goats roamed the Yunzabit Heights. Piccolo protected his herd from wolves and snow leopards, and started to understand the goats' language. It was a primitive language with only nouns and prepositions. While Piccolo eventually learned to comprehend the language, he couldn't speak it because he didn't have the ability to sound out the words.
One day, Piccolo was taking a bunch of berries off of a bush (he found they tasted much better than grass) when he heard a cry from the goat farthest from him. "Danger. Danger beside plateau; behind bush," she bleated.
Piccolo took a look at the source of danger. It was two swarthy men wearing long gray coats and gray, flat-topped hats. One of them was wearing white pants, but the other was dressed in all gray. White pants was holding a large stick with a long black cylinder on top, and gray had a large knife drawn. As gray's weapon looked more dangerous, Piccolo decided to go for him first.
As the green boy prepared to attack, gray noticed an obviously ungoatlike figure among the herd. He pointed to him and whispered to his partner, "Hey Sandesh, it's a monster. Didn't you say earlier there's a bounty on those?"
"I don't see it, Yash," he whispered back.
Yash pointed even harder, "No, it's right – There!" Piccolo suddenly pounced onto him, knocking the air out of his lungs. He held on to the man in all gray, clawing at his face. Sandesh raised his musket and brought the butt down on Piccolo's head. Piccolo turned away from Yash's bloody face and snarled. The man in the white pants backed away, holding his gun out in front of him.
"G-get back, monster! Leave us alone!" he yelled. The green man didn't seem to comprehend his words.
Yash opened his eyes. His face was covered with blood, but he was too mad to feel the wounds. He saw the green monster inching toward his friend, and grabbed his knife again. He yelled and rushed towards him with his knife. When Yash got to the monster, he stabbed it in the back and punched its shoulder.
Piccolo yelled and turned to face his opponent. He tackled the man in gray in the hip, bringing him crashing down to the ground. His opponent screamed in pain, and Piccolo punched him in the mouth. Both of them clenched their teeth, but the human in gray smirked. With Piccolo's fist no longer holding his arm, Yash was able to reach and grab his knife. He slashed Piccolo's left arm right below the elbow. This time, Piccolo screamed.
Meanwhile, Sandesh flipped his musket around to shooting position. "Hey Yash! Get out of the way so I can shoot!" he yelled.
"Okay," Yash replied. He slashed Piccolo's face twice, and then rolled on top of him. Yash got on all fours on top of the monster and kneed it in the side. He then got back up and out of the way.
"Well?" Sandesh asked the green man, "Are you going to go or do I have to shoot you?"
Piccolo got up in a rage. How dare they pose a danger and try to live! He was just about to charge at the one in white pants, when he heard a boom come from the strange stick he was holding. Then he felt it. A small ball went through his shoulder, and he collapsed again.
His shooter stood a few feet away from him and wiped off his face. "Whoa! That was unexpected. Yash, I think we need to go back to the village. Get those gashes on your face fixed up," he said.
Yash was starting to feel the pain. "What about the bounty?" he groaned.
Sandesh shook his head, "No, unless you want to carry him."
"But I don't want to come away from this hunt with nothing to show for it."
"Yeah, but that thing wakes up, it could kill someone. Now come on, we need to go back to the village. We'll see if I can find any more game on the way back," Sandesh said.
The two hunters walked away from Piccolo's now barely conscious form. Piccolo was quite alive, but in no condition to keep fighting the hunters. Watching them leave, he silently swore his rage and hatred at the two.