King Piccolo had no intention to die without fighting it, he wanted to stay alive. The reason he wanted to live was simple, he wanted revenge. To punish those who had done this to him, he wanted nothing more than to punish them and watch them suffer before he extinguished their lives, one by one.

Unfortunately, he knew he had no way of surviving normally. He was too far gone; he simply didn't have enough energy to regenerate successfully. This was it, this was his end. But it wasn't the end of his legacy.

He wouldn't let it be, he would do something to continue his life. He was the strongest creature to ever walk the face of the Earth; he was King Piccolo, the great. So he did the only thing that he could think of, he began the process of creating another son.

But this time was different, instead of putting in a fraction of his power and making a regular demon offspring he planned to give it all of his power. He wouldn't make just another demon; he would make a normal warrior. No, he would make the greatest all of all the demons; he would make something that was as close to perfection as he could imagine himself.

So with that-incredibly vain- though in mind he spat out the egg. The egg flew across the sky unstopped by exhausted warriors around him. "I may be gone but my legacy will continue, go my son and wreak havoc" was all King Piccolo could say before he gave out due to his injurys.

Kami was still in the dark, surrounded by only nothingness. He didn't know what was going on, as far as he knew the dead would go to heaven or hell, grand kais planet if they were worthy was also an option, although he was most likely going to go there, he wasn't strong enough.

He wasn't in pain, which made hell less likely. He wasn't surrounded by nice things though, which made heaven unlikely. He wasn't surrounded by anything. He was alone. None of his senses were working. He was the only thing that he was sure existed.

He was feeling something very unpleasant.

He was feeling… bored. Really massively bored, he had though the time with his thoughts would be interesting, but it wasn't, he assumed it was because all he could think about was where he was. Where he was being one of the most boring places he knew of.

He had known soles killed by King Piccolo would be unable to move on and would become trapped like this, but he didn't think that they could still think. They always seemed to be just floating around, doing nothing.

Was he floating? He tried to move, to get his bearings on where he was. But he didn't even know if he did move he didn't feel like he did, but if there wasn't anything to move against maybe he wouldn't.

Mr Popo what was going on with Kami, he had read his mind and knew exactly how to fix it. So, without uttering a single word to the people who had brought him to the lookout he went to get what he would need to heal the guardian of Earth as quickly as possible.

After finding it, right where he had left it the last time that it was in use, he returned to the very confused saiyans and green man to do what had to be done.

"What going on?" Goku asked as the black genie walked past him, same smile present on his face as always. Mr Popo ignored him though; he really didn't feel like wasting time explaining his intentions to the saiyans right now. He was soon at the body of the Namek.

He gave the old man one last look before doing it. He threw the bucket of water on his face, making him jump up instantly. "What the…" Kami looked around clearly disorientated, he didn't know why he was here. He was supposed to be dead and yet he wasn't.

"Piccolo made a kid to kill everyone for him; he needs to grow up first though. I would start preparing if I were you." Mr Popo called as he made his way back inside to tend to the buildings insides.

Kami was shocked, he hadn't though Piccolo would do something like that. He was confused how he was able to do that when he didn't even have enough energy to heal himself, although that might explain why the son needs to grow up on his own.

This was a complete disaster. The Saiyans barley won the first time, they'll die when the new Piccolo was old enough and then he'll kill everyone else on the planet. They were doomed; the saiyans couldn't stop him so who will. The humans of the planet don't even come close to being capable of doing the stuff the saiyans can, they were absolutely defenceless.

Even the humans that thought themselves fighters were useless against a might like this. He had seen one, some weakling called Yamcha, get his ass kicked by a far weaker off spring of King Piccolos in almost no time at all.

So Kami did the only thing he seemed able to now, he hoped that the saiyans would pull off another miracle, after all they had beat one Piccolo so how much harder could beating the second be. So Kami began the process of training the Saiyans to kill him, somehow ignoring that he could simply ask someone to kill him, and by extension Piccolo, and get the whole thing over with in a day instead.

Meanwhile Piccolo junior had begun the process of growing up, training while he did so with the plan to grow in strength so much that the saiyans combined strength won't even be enough this time, he knew they would train themselves so wasn't taking any chances, he had to prove once and for all that he was the saviour humanoid.

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