Foreword: Realized I typed "ask the humans to spare" instead of "spar" and edited the chapter but one notable mistake on the first chapter of my first fic is not too terrible. Haven't posted on this site before either so yay! Enjoy chapter 2
"Alright! Time for a break!"
Piccolo smirked as he stopped this current sparring session, pleased with the progress that had been made over the past month with both his own training and technique development but also the progress made by his child who simply nodded and proceeded take a rest as directed.
Bansuri was the name Piccolo settled on for his son, paying respect to his prior self and the offspring said King spat out. While Bansuri was not at his level of strength and skill yet, Bansuri proved to be an interesting opponent for Piccolo regardless with inventive tactics and interesting tricks. The latest novelty shown by his progeny was firing a ki blast at his back from an arm he had just lost and Piccolo was not ashamed to admit that that trick had thrown him off guard (as well as hurt somewhat).
Piccolo was also keenly interested in the magic that Bansuri had been showing potential with as well, prior tricks being the conjuration of weights on to Piccolo's own body to illusions that messed with the very senses as well as balance. Piccolo wouldn't have had to face such challenges against a Multiform clone of himself, he was sure of it. Maybe he could convince (threaten) Fortuneteller Baba to teach Bansuri more magic and make him both better to train with and more effective to fight along side. Bansuri already showed the ability to heal others, adding more magic could only make Bansuri even better...Perhaps later, Bansuri should improve his fighting ability first before adding in gimmicks, Piccolo didn't want his son to lose a fight because he over relied on tricks.
"Bansuri! We need to improve your conventional fighting ability! You don't want to lose a fight because someone was better at your tricks then you are, do you?" Piccolo felt pride in his son when Bansuri nodded in agreement and with determination in his eyes, the desire to improve would definately help get Bansuri on par with him and make him an even greater training partner.
"Alright! break time's over! On your feet!"
Piccolo smirked as his son sprang to his feet into a fighting stance ready to go before dropping into his own stance, his son looking like a reflection of himself with the differences being a more neutral expression more akin to a calculating stare instead of a glare and the fact Bansuri was a head shorter than Piccolo. Piccolo could tell Bansuri would match his height in a few more weeks, a month at most.
The two green warriors stared each other down until as one they lept into combat, a flurry of limbs with the odd energy blast vanishing and reappearing in various places in the wasteland and clashing with each other, scaring off wildlife and proving once more that sometimes the best thing for self improvement is Some Help.