Some Help
(What if Piccolo had a son)
Foreword: This is my first attempt at making a fanfic and is inspired by MasakoX and his videos on Youtube (which I recommend). I will be naming Piccolo's son Bansuri (like MasakoX did) as frankly, other instrument names seem kinda meh in comparison. All in all, please enjoy
Piccolo stood in a wasteland, replaying what had happened at the World Tournament in his mind and how he had lost to Goku. Obviously, he needed to get stronger to defeat Goku (and likely his friends swiftly after) but the question was how to do it...
He could fight himself with the Multiform and did for some time but the energy used to make a sturdy enough copy of himself to train with was terribly wasteful and the fact that he knew how he fought made a clone a very boring opponent. He considered asking the humans to spar with him only to realize that the humans he know were likely unwilling or unable to make for a decent sparing partner. He did brutilize the short bald one a bit and after basically torturing Goku in his match with him? Piccolo could tell that asking the humans for help to get stronger would be met with an instant refusal. It was the smart answer after all. Not to mention what his past self did...
Piccolo paused at that line of thought. "What his past self did"...His past self had minions that he made himself by spitting out eggs! and if his past self could do it, why couldn't he? Piccolo closed his eyes and concentrated on the memories of King Piccolo, how he shifted his energy, how he tensed his muscles and the intent he poured into the egg being created then spat out. Piccolo focused on each time his past produced an egg then spat it out until the final egg, his egg, and found that all he had to do was focus his energy, muscles and mind into making the ideal training partner and he could have it.
"Rise and become my training partner" Piccolo intoned, his voice strained as he focused mind, body and energy to match what his prior self did. "Rise and become my training partner!" Piccolo continued to chant and manipulate his energy, strain his muscles and focus his mind, Piccolo could feel that he was doing it! He was making an egg! "Rise and become my training partner!" Piccolo could feel the egg moving up and that he couldn't chant out loud any more but he didn't need to, what he needed to do now was spit out the egg. He tensed and heaved his muscles the same way his father did in his memories then with a mighty heave, an egg plopped out of his mouth and on to the ground infront of him, leaving Piccolo tired and panting with a sore throat but silently cheering for his success. 'I did it...I hope I don't have to do that again' Piccolo thought, a slight dread at the idea of his first attempt not being good enough filling him. He couldn't fathom why King Piccolo would do this more than once but figured that it may have been the fact King Piccolo was bigger... 'Maybe I should think things through more thoroughly' Piccolo thought as he rubbed the outside of his throat.
"...Now what to do with you" Piccolo spoke to the egg, internally wondering how long it would take to hatch and how long it would take for his training partner to be ready to fight. King Piccolo's minions seemed to hatch almost immediately from what he could remember and Piccolo was unsure how long his own egg took to hatch, this egg could take weeks or months to hatch! *Crack* Piccolo paused his contemplation and looked back down at the egg he looked away from while he was thinking. "...You're about to hatch aren't you" Piccolo stated and was immediately proven right as the egg cracked open to reveal...What looked like a baby version of himself? Piccolo stared down at the little green baby who seemed to be observing him right back from inside the remains of their egg.
'No claws, no tail, no horns and no wings. I guess this is the "training partner" I wanted?' Piccolo continued to stare at the infant who held his stare with no trouble. "At least you have the guts to be my training partner, a bit on the small side though" Piccolo said with a smirk only to be shocked as the baby rocked out of the egg and on to their feet, standing without trouble and looking to be growing before his eyes. Piccolo watched his child grown from infant to toddler to child and smirked. This could be Some Help
