Kappa Taicho

This looks interesting. How long will it take for Piccolo to warm up to Gohan? Will Gohan realize he's in the past? Will Gohan become sort of like a mentor (I know he's 6 but he's still stronger than Piccolo right now) or sparring partner to Piccolo?

First off, thanks for reviewing! Unfortunately I can only answer one of your questions since it doesn't tell anything really important. Piccolo will warm up fairly quickly, quicker than he does as an "adult." Even though his aging is accelerated and he's retained most if not all of his sires memories, he's still very much a child. And, no matter how evil or a loner that child is, they cant resist the power of overbearing friendship! Most of the time anyway. As for your other questions, you'll just have to wait and see.

Aldrizzt

I can already picture it; Piccolo will slowly-very slowly-warm up to Gohan. He'll probably be possessive of his only friend/companion (or maybe he'll refer to Gohan as his 'minion' even though Gohan is stronger), and he may get jealous if Gohan befriends the other Z warriors especially Goku.

Will Gohan jump to the conclusion that he's in the past, or will he think "oh no! Mr. Piccolo was turned into a kid and his memory was erased!" only to be proved wrong when he sees the younger version of his dad and the Z gang.

Will Gohan enter the tournament? Everyone, except for Piccolo (who has probably fought him before; I can't help but imagine a mini-Piccolo trying to maim Gohan, but failing to do so every time), will be surprised at his strength.

I...you...but how..well shit.. The only thing I can say is that they'll actually become friends pretty fast. Even when your single life goal is to kill one Son Goku, a kid is still gonna be a kid, and if you come across the ever persistent son of Son Goku who you cant even kill, you're bound to get used to him. And I mean, he's GOHAN, the kid who broke through adult Piccolo's even eviler heart in a few months. Shouldn't be too hard to convince a four year old to be friends.

I looked over the published first chapter, and realized a lot of "Mr. Piccolo's" were missing. I don't know why, but i'll be sure to check over this chapter and nip any glitches in the bud as well as try to fix the other one.

Warnings: Kiddie romance. POSSIBLE graphic shota/underage self-service later on. Will stay rated T until I decide.

Waking up wasn't too hard since liquid was rapidly filling up his lungs. Flailing, he fought to reach for the sky as he broke into awareness, panicking as he tried to remember how the heck he could have ended up submerged in the water anyway. Head breaching the surface, he gasped and sputtered, coughing up water and causing waves with his attempts to stay afloat. He managed to pry his eyes open despite the stinging from the salt and he swam the short distance to the shore, trying to gather his breath.

"Darn!" A voiced exclaimed, "I was hoping that rid me of you."

Glancing up, the demi-saiyan stared at the green being crouched in front of him. He was really small, only coming up to about under his rib cage, and being scrunched up like he was only made him seem tinier. Gohan flipped his soaking wet hair back and dragged himself up to sit on his haunches, blinking at the other with a slight frown. Even though he knew Mr. Piccolo used to be as dark and as evil as any other bad guy they encountered, it was hard to hear him genuinely wish he was dead with such venom. In an attempt to distract himself from the hurt, he looked around. The forest was denser than it usually was, animals darting around and roaming peacefully. Even the waterfall seemed healthier and happier. Slowly, he dragged his gaze back to his company who was eying him suspiciously. This was Mr. Piccolo. That didn't make any sense. Whoever this villain was was very strange. Not only could they control ki, they could de-age people? Well, it wasn't just de-aging, it was like they literally dropped a kid Piccolo here! Was it even right to call him Piccolo-san anymore? He was the older one now.

"You look like Son Goku," he snarled suddenly, which only made Gohan giggle at the familiar face that was made less threatening by all the baby fat. "Don't laugh at me, human!" His cheeks purpled and he punched him square in the jaw.

Blinking, the youth was surprised to say it didn't hurt. He felt it, but that was more or less simply because he was touched. It felt like nothing more than a tap. Piccolo seemed distraught, cringing in pain and cradling his bruising hand to his chest. It was unnerving. Gohan clenched both fists and growled. Piccolo-san was so tiny and weak, practically defenseless! Never before had he ever imagined that the man who'd battled monsters he couldn't dream of defeating, the man who risked his life to save his, the same one who smirked and beat him until he cried while training, used to be this little green boy who couldn't do anything to him besides set his clothes on fire. He had to find whoever did this, and quickly. Their intent was obviously to attempt a quick and clean sweep of the Z-Fighters lives if they were changing them all into kids, if the weakened ki coming from everyone else meant the same thing as it did with Piccolo. That didnt explain his fathers ki, but he brushed it off for now. It was just hopeful thinking.

With a pained twinge in his heart, he suddenly realized that blow could've fatally injured any untrained human like Bulma and her parents, and that he had also unintentionally hurt Piccolo because he was stronger. He was stronger. Worry and regret painted his features as he took the boys hand gently into his own and examined the puffiness.

"Stop it," the younger growled but he quietly hushed him, setting his hands on his shoulders and pushing until he sat down begrudgingly. With a quick scolding command to stay put, he darted off into the trees. Piccolo stared after him blankly, trying to figure out the strange human who didnt scream and run away from him in fear even after he blasted him and tried to drown him.

Gohan jumped out and over the bushes a minute later, grinning triumphantly as he dropped back to sit in front of Piccolo. He had a variety of things in his arms, which he dropped between them. With one hand he reached out and grabbed the smaller one, using his other hand to crush some berries before smearing the strangely creamy substance over the swelling flesh. Next, he squished some juice from a fruit over it then took a leaf, wrapping it around his hand and tying it off with some thick stems. "There!" He smiled, "that should reduce the swelling, Piccolo-san! It'll feel numb, but its not gone, I promise!" He giggled, grasping both of the small clawed hands in his, a serious look falling across his face, "You...you shouldn't hit me with your bare hands, Piccolo...san...please."

It wasn't making any sense- even after a few more blasts and a kick to the face, the strange UNHARMED human kept following him around like curious forest animals sometimes did, until he blasted them of course. He didn't understand its apparent fascination with him, or why it acted like they knew each other with its acts of familiarity, or why it was so damn strong! Several times stronger than Son Goku. The power rolled off him smoothly and bared down on him and left him breathless with its terrifying presence. He could sense that the boy was even suppressing a large amount of it, and he could only imagine how much power he possessed. This was bad, extremely bad. Sure, he could definitely take down his mortal enemy in a few years with the right motivations, but he felt that even with decades of training, this boy could still squash him like a bug.

"Piccolo-san?"

Which also made him very happy that the boy was on his side, even though he bore a strong resemblance to Goku and had yet to answer the question as to why he looked like him. "What!" He bit out, throwing a glare over his shoulder.

"Is your hand alright?" He questioned softly.

Glancing down at the offending limb, he stared at the leaf wrapped around it for a long time. His hand had been "alright" since before it'd even been wrapped up. His regenerative blood cells had automatically went into overdrive and it'd healed a little while ago. He didn't know why he bothered to even keep it on, let alone let the human put it on, but he did. Whatever the concoction was had been soothing on the inflamed flesh before it had healed completely. It was strange, since humans who knew of him or his sire didn't help him with anything. Yet, this boy knew of them both and tried to help him. What a strange little creature.

He clenched and unclenched his hand before smirking, "Of course it is, this is nothing to the Demon King."

Silence had fallen upon them for a minute before he stopped and spun around, glaring at the taller, "Why do you look like Son Goku? Im surprised he'd send a spy," he suddenly smirked, "but I guess you do whatever you can when you're weak and afraid."

The strangers face swam in conviction, sorrow, pain, and something akin to anger welled up in his eyes. His lower lip trembled and Piccolo feared he was going to do the human thing where water fell out of their eyes and they made awful, high-pitched noises. Surprisingly enough, the human restrained himself and frowned, seemingly wondering how to respond.

"I..dunno," he muttered meekly, not meeting his eyes. An obvious like.

"Tch. You're a bad spy."

"That's cause I'm not a spy, Piccolo-san! I don't even know how to be one!"

"Of course not," he scowled, throwing another ki blast at the boy, "Anyone who looks like Goku is bound to be as dumb as him."

This time, he was caught off guard as it was sent hurtling back towards him, but angled enough that it only hit the ground before him but promptly exploded, chunks of dirt and grass springing up.

He stumbled back, disoriented from being so close to the blast. No one had ever done that, not that he'd come across any humans that put up a fight anyway. Maybe, maybe he'd pushed his luck too far this time. He knew better to fight battles he want prepared for, let alone start one. Tripping over a rock, he landed smack on his behind and scowled even harder, an inhuman noise clawing its way out of his throat. The human came through the dust cloud in front of him, his fists clenched at his sides and eyes narrowed, baring his teeth in a snarl. He almost seemed feral and rabid, and Piccolo momentarily feared the human planned to eat him. It wouldnt be the strangest thing he'd seen them eat.

He schooled his expression, dragging himself to his feet. Powerful or not, he was NOT going out like some pathetic, begging human.

"Don't," the soft childish voice was gone and replaced with a dangerous tint, "don't talk about my daddy!"

"I KNEW IT!" Piccolo growled. Of course! While unfamiliar with the term, he'd understood enough to know there was definitely a connection between his enemy and the boy. Son Goku probably sent him out here with the intent on gathering info on him. "You're disgusting human filth, just like your daddy," He spat the strange word out, "dumb and disgusting. I wont rest until I have him beneath me, begging with the rest of humankinnNNGH," he was kicked flat to the ground, hard, effectively silencing him.

"I don't wanna do this, Piccolo-san! But i'm stronger than you..and..and im not afraid to force you! Force you to..uh..do stuff! So stop!" His voice cracked and there were tears welling up in his eyes and he seemed to be struggling with something before he finally whispered, "Please Piccolo-san, I-I don't wanna hurt you.."

Struggling to his feet, the little demon king growled at the elder. Disgusting. Disgusting humans. How dare this disgusting human attempt to deceive him? Offering strange acts of help and prattling on about even stranger nonsense whilst following him around, showing off by deflecting his attacks and managing to survive. And then, having the nerve to say he didnt want to hurt him?

"Thats fine!" He smirked, "I have no qualms with hurting you!" And then he forced all he could into a volley of ki blasts, the lights effectively blinding him. Not even the quick as lightening human could defend himself against that at such close proximity, and neither could Piccolo. Flinching with the few that cackled with energy and shot back at him, he turned and ran, using the light show to hide his escape as he ducked into the cover of the trees.

Piccolo Daimao Jr was no coward, but he wasn't stupid either, but if that wasnt signing his death wish, he didnt know what was.