sunshineyday

I like this chapter, well done

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Kappa Taicho

Wow, even mini-Piccolo is paranoid! I wonder if those ki blasts will feel like annoying mosquito bites to Gohan, or will he use an attack to counter them? Come on Gohan use the power of moe to subdue your enemy!

The tiny demon king trusts no one. Everyone is a conspirator he swears- Haha, mosquitoes. Evil things, you'll see. Dear god, I don't even know how to use moe, im ded.

3SSJ Mirai Gohan

Now it is my turn to be the lazy reviewer.

How did Gohan get there in the first place? And will he ever make it back?

Haha, you cant be a lazy reviewer unless you were too lazy to login to revie .Hmmm, Im actually debating on telling you, since I'm wondering how to incorporate my reason into the story, and Im not finding a way at all. I might just end up telling everyone at the end of the story unless I can find a way to tell it during it. And maybe, maybe not. You'll just have to see.

A thunderous growl echoed through the air, and Gohan shot up, half lidded eyes scanning the area. There was a deer that ran off after he moved, but no animals that made noises like that. He wondered if perhaps there was a dinosaur nearby before he frowned in realization and looked around frantically.

"Ica..rus?"

The little happy dragon was nowhere to be seen. He hadnt come down earlier, after he'd taken his tumble off the cliff. That was odd. Icarus always came running if he was injured, and if anything, Icarus would've be the one that swooped in and saved him before he'd gotten as close to the ground as he did. Then he recalled once more why he was going to hit the ground in the first place. His ki. His ki had gone out. A hand flew up to his mouth and tears filled his eyes.

What..what if the bad guy had to be nearby to mess with his ki, and Icarus was killed because he tried to save him? What if Icarus died because of him?!

He couldn't help it, he screamed. A long, sorrow filled wail of grief. Oh what was he going to do? He wanted his daddy, or Piccolo. He was all alone. His daddy was somewhere off in space, training, and his mentor was a little kid, smaller than him, who had no recollection of them together. There was someone after them, wanting to get rid of them easily as children but he was the only one that knew because they hadn't bothered to make him any younger or mess with his head. He didn't want to be the protector right now, with no one to help him. He didn't want to be the only one to save the day. He just wanted his daddy.

There was another roar and he jumped before he realized it was his own stomach. He let out a soft giggle, a watery smile popping up on his face. Sons didn't give up! He was just hungry, and his mother always told him never to think on an empty stomach, or he'd get delusional. Sure he wanted his daddy, or someone to help him, but if push came to shove, he'd get this guy and make him pay, but first... He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, too excited about a mini-Piccolo to care for himself. Wondering if not eating was dangerous for saiyans, he pushed himself with a wince. His arms hurt. Glancing at them, he peered curiously at the slight burns and scrapes on his forearms. They throbbed with pain, but not much.

He'd underestimated his..."opponent" yesterday. Just because someone was weaker physically or power wise did not mean skill, technique, or simple luck couldn't give them the advantage. He'd let his guard fall because no matter how many times he told himself this Piccolo didnt know or trust him, he couldn't help but only see Mr. Piccolo. Shuddering slightly, he hoped Mr. Piccolo wouldn't remember that failure after he changed him back, or else he was in for some training. It made him smile too.

He wiped his eyes, ignoring the sting in his arms as he did so before lifting off until he was just above the trees, staring down into the forest for something to eat. He didnt think he could go home, if his mom was as little as Piccolo. With that, he skidded to a stop mid-air with wide eyes.

"Mommie!" She wasnt a Z-Fighter, so why would they bother her? He wasn't one either, at least not yet, and they hadn't bothered him! He shot off eagerly to their house at the base of the mountain.

Once he arrived though, he faltered, flying to the ground like a bullet and running to the spot where his house used to be. He patted the ground to ensure it wasnt invisible or something, and was only met with soft grass. Breathing hard, eyes wide and frantic, he searched for her ki urgently, cringing when he swept across his fathers involuntarily, then Krillin's, then finally his mothers, close by with his grandpa. He frowned, eyes closed as he felt their ki closely. They were both stronger instead of weaker. Rising in the air again, he shot off in the direction of the Ox kingdom.

Sorting through his thoughts he begun to try to understand what was going on. His ki went nuts, and then he found Piccolo-san who looked a bit younger than him. The forest was thick and green, full of animals that weren't around with older Piccolo-san living here. Then, he kept feeling his fathers ki. He felt it a lot when he was lonely, and he'd stopped shooting off to investigate it a long time ago, but, the ki usually disappeared. This one was persistent, thrumming with life and giving him a headache. On top of that, his house was gone! Absolutely no trace of it. Not even any debris, as though it'd been destroyed. He couldn't smell his family anywhere in the area, and there were some trees and bushes around that spot along with undisturbed grass, as if the house had never been there in the first place. Then, his mom and grandpa were stronger than ever! His mom didn't train, and he didn't think grandpa did either. Vaguely, he thought they could've learned of the threat before him, but he squashed that thought. One, if his mom thought there was a threat, she would've torn through the forest like a rabid ape until she found him, two, no humans could get that strong in one night.

Deep in thought, he'd nearly passed clear over the little kingdom. He landed behind a little house and stepped out tentatively. He didnt get to visit his grandpa too often, usually he came down. He knew many if not all of the residents knew he was the "Prince" and it'd always embarrassed him when they crowded around and asked him a lot of questions, especially the other kids. He felt awkward.

So, when everyone simply gazed at him in confusion and walked far from him, he was both relieved and afraid. Did, did no one know who he was? He clenched his fist then headed towards his mothers ki. He was glad she wasn't in the castle, because he didn't think he'd be able to avoid knocking any guards out, and he didn't want to do that.

He could hear her before he could see her.

"He's going to marry me, when I come of age," her voice was softer and light, filled with childish tones, "That Goku..I can't believe he beat King Piccolo by himself the other day..."

Gasping quietly, he filed that info away for later, and peered around the pillar. If he didn't know that face, he could almost say it wasn't his mom. Her hair was longer, and it was straight down and not in a bun, and she was wearing pretty revealing armor. She was pretty as ever. Tears welled up in his eyes and he realized he missed his mom just as much as his daddy and Piccolo.

He didn't notice he made a noise until a pointed horn was sent whizzing past his head, taking some hair with it, before he stumbled back.

In all her royal glory, the Princess of the Ox Kingdom walked towards him, holding up a hand to grab her weapon as it came back, then the stuck it firmly back into her helmet. "Huh?!" she tucked hair behind her ear and bent over him, "Hey..Im sorry! Where are your parents, little one? Are you lost?"

He couldn't help it, he burst into sobs and lunged for her. He felt every bit like the six year old he was, but he couldn't bring himself to care that much. Something was going on, and he no longer believed it to be caused by some villain. No, not at all. His father was on Earth, and it was shortly after the defeat of King Piccolo, meaning his daddy was fifteen and his mother was soon to be the same, and Piccolo was really only a few weeks old right now since he was born right before King Piccolo died.

No, no one had changed just a few ages to make them weaker and easier to pick off...no, somebody had thrown him into the past and he didn't know why. And...he didn't know how to go back.

Crying into the young girls shoulder, he sobbed openly, begging for his mom and his dad to hold him, and he would've sobbed aloud for Piccolo too if he wasn't afraid of what people would do if they caught someone "mourning" the worlds greatest threats death since no one knew of little Piccolo that much yet.

How was he gonna get home? What if he couldn't go home? Where was he gonna go? What was he gonna do?

whispers sorry about these dumb cliffhanger-things, but they're not gonna stop either ehehe