Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Green Horizons ❯ Chapter 1 ( Prologue )

Green Horizons

By: Letta

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, the characters or their likenesses, or any rights… and with the paychecks I bring home, I never will.

Rating: I'll work it out eventually…

Warnings: Well, I guess references to yaoi relationships, abuse… sort of… OOC, probably AU, later on there'll probably be some graphic sexual situations, and by probably, I mean there will be… maybe a little dark humor, some violence… and anything else that could possibly be offensive or ishy that might come up. Also, writer's block hit at the synopsis… that's why there is none.

Pairings: Piccolo x … hee hee hee.

Notes: This is in response to… I guess it would be a request from… I forgot, but I'll figure it out. *denotes thought* "denotes speaking" //denotes flashbacks// #denotes whatever the hell I want it to denote# One more thing… special thanks to Lordess for letting me use her "ki block" idea.

Piccolo floated cross-legged in the air, eyes closed in meditation. Behind him, a waterfall gushed noisily. The forest around him hummed with life. The scent of pines wafted through the air. A gentle breeze played lightly with his cape before going off in search of something new. It had been three years since Buu.

The Namek had been meditative for nearly four hours, when his eyes finally slid open. He would never admit it, but a few times he had fallen asleep while meditating. Today, he kept awake. He had the suspicion that he'd be hearing from Gohan sometime before sunset, and wanted to make sure he was alert.

The one time the kid had managed to sneak up on him, and he still hadn't heard the end of it. Then, almost off-handedly the demi-saiyan had mentioned that he snored. Piccolo hadn't wasted time in kicking the kid into the nearest mountain -and that was just a warning. Not that it did much to hurt him, because Gohan was back, seconds later teasing -keeping his distance.

Sure enough, the boy, now a man, showed up less than an hour later, an almost timid look on his face. Piccolo ignored him.

"Piccolo?"

Silence.

"I was wondering, if you're not doing anything, if you'd want to come with me to a barbeque at Master Roshi's." The stoic Namek cracked open an eye and looked at the demi-saiyan. He could see on Gohan's face that the boy really wanted him to go, though he wouldn't say it. Piccolo mentally sighed.

"All right, fine. What time is it at?"

"Now! Come on!" Gohan chirped happily, trying hard to keep himself from jumping with excitement. Piccolo eyed him critically; physically Gohan was a man, but otherwise…

The Namek stood, signal enough for Gohan to go streaking into the sky, leaving his mentor to follow. Sometimes the Namek wondered how the demi-saiyan had grown so quickly. It seemed like just yesterday he had been training him in the wilderness, and now he had a wife and child.

Piccolo had met Videl only a few times, but he knew that she was good for Gohan. For a human, or rather, for being Mr. Satan's daughter, she was a remarkable fighter. She could handle a saiyan, which also was remarkable. She was tough, strong, and he supposed for a human, pretty. Yes, he decided, Gohan had chosen his mate well.

He caught up to Gohan almost immediately, who had regained enough sense to slow down enough that he was still moving forward, but was in all other senses, waiting. Together, they flew the rest of the way in companionable silence. It wasn't long before the tiny island filtered into view after that.

Piccolo soon detected the smells of roasting meat and vegetables in the air. It was apparent Gohan did too, as could be seen by the sudden pick up in his pace.

The Namek lowered himself to the ground, acknowledging the greetings he received with a nod. Everyone was there, from the ones he could see to the ones he sensed inside the house. Since there were more people crowded outside, Piccolo resolved to go indoors.

Standing in the doorway, his eyes flitted over to a corner where the saiyan prince stood silently, looking annoyed, while having Goku chattering away at him. He smirked at the scene. Taking another couple of steps in the room, he continued his inspection. In another corner, he saw Bulma, standing by herself, looking a little out of place. A blue dress that matched her hair hugged her figure lightly, stopping just above her knees.

"Her and Vegeta decided to call it quits and just be friends. She's been a little withdrawn ever since. Personally," Gohan said quietly, as he moved in closer to add the last bit, "I think a lot of that has to do with my dad and Vegeta."

The Namek quirked an eye ridge. "What about them?"

"To be honest, I think my dad's taken more then a friendly interest in him, and it doesn't seem to me like Vegeta's really resisting."

"You mean to say that your father and Vegeta are…" Piccolo asked in barely concealed shock.

"Well, I don't think anything's happened yet, but I get the feeling it's not far off."

Piccolo turned his head to look at Gohan, his face showing a bit more curiosity than he really wanted to, but oblivious to the fact. Gohan looked back, seeing the expression on his mentor's visage, and taking it as encouragement. "She got a little lonely without Vegeta, and she can't really go back to Yamcha, not after he got that new girlfriend of his… who's a jealous witch… So I guess she's been spending a lot more time in her lab than anywhere else."

"Yamcha has a new girlfriend every week, what's the problem there?"

"I guess I left out obsessive. The woman won't let Yamcha out of her sight. It's not like he hasn't tried to break up with her either… it just didn't work like he planned."

"He's stronger than his girlfriend, isn't he?"

"Yes…"

"Then why doesn't he just get rid of her?"

"Get rid of…" Gohan repeated, the words' true meaning sinking in. "Piccolo!" he hissed in admonition. "He can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"It's wrong! You don't just go around…" Gohan stopped when he noticed Piccolo giving him a flat look, "Oh…" It wasn't often that the Namek decided to give his leg a pull, so he usually didn't catch it right away when he did.

"Still, a woman shouldn't be so much of a problem."

"Try getting one. They're a bigger problem than you might think. The wrath of an angry woman is something no man alive wants to face." Piccolo snorted in response. Gohan shrugged and walked past his mentor over to the woman in the corner, who smiled warmly at him in greeting.

"Hi Gohan! What have you been up to?" Bulma asked, relieved to be talking to someone.

"Mainly working and helping Videl take care of Pan. I never knew kids could be such a handful! She can't sit still for five seconds! Now I know why my mom ended up in Ridgeview."

"How is your mother, anyway?"

"She's doing good. The doctors say the new medicine they're treating her with is really working! They're hoping that maybe we can arrange a supervised visit soon. It'll be her first since being isolated from the other patients."

"Why was she isolated? I'm afraid I haven't heard," Bulma asked, curiously.

"Well, she got a hold of a pair of scissors and went after a few of the other patients. I guess it was a real mess."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Bulma reassured, "Ridgeview has a good reputation for Psych Wards." Gohan nodded and smiled good-naturedly.

Piccolo walked up to Gohan, nodding to Bulma. She smiled back.

"Hi Piccolo."

"Hnn," The Namek replied, trying to ignore the strand of hair that dangled in front of her jeweled eyes. Secretly, Piccolo had always thought Bulma to be a rather beautiful woman. She was strong in her own way. Anyone who could handle Vegeta like she had was someone who deserved respect. Chichi had… but then she just lost it one day. Gohan's explanation of the event rang through his mind once again.

//Dad told her that he'd be leaving for a few weeks to go and train and to "have fun with the kids." She'd been acting funny for a few weeks by then, and I guess that was the last straw. You know how she was never too fond of my dad going off and leaving like that. Anyway, she just sort of looked at him walking out the front door over to where Vegeta was impatiently waiting and all of a sudden: "Hold it, buster," Gohan said, doing an imitation of his mother. My dad turns around and says, "Yeah, what is it Chichi? Issomething wrong?" She didn't even give him a warning, she just whips out this machine gun from who knows where and starts shooting at him. Of course, it didn't even faze him, he just stood there, looking confused. "Is there something you wanted?" Well, that just made mom even madder. Suddenly, she just leaps at him, knocking him to ground and starts choking him. Now, she must've been pretty mad because dad says she actually managed to cut off his air supply. Can you imagine the power up she would've had to have gotten? The whole time, she was yelling curses and fragments of whatever came into her head, strangling my dad and slamming his head into the ground.

Dad had to power up to super saiyan just to get her off. He says it was the hardest transformation he's ever done, he almost couldn't focus enough to do it. He doesn't even have that problem with Vegeta! Well, he threw mom off, but she wasn't done with him yet. He started to fly off, out of her reach to ask her what that was all about. Now, I don't know if she had learned this earlier, or if she was just that mad and it happened, but she flew right up to him and kneed him… right where it counts. Dad got this look of pure pain on his face and fell to the ground, almost dropping out of super saiyan. Mom didn't let up either. She kept kicking and swinging at him, and he had to try his hardest just to ward her off. In the end, it took me, Goten, and Vegeta to hold her back long enough for dad to get away.

Of course, then she turned on us. We're just lucky dad had his instant transmission.

In the end, after we had knocked her unconscious, we got her under sedation and had Bulma create some ki blocks, these little metal bands she snapped on mom's wrists, and then she wasn't too much of a problem… except for trying to kill one of the Briefs' cats with a meat cleaver. So, we called up Ridgeview Psychiatric Wardand had them take her away.//

Piccolo was snapped out of his reverie when the call for food had torn the three saiyans in the rooms from their spots and out the door. Bulma and Piccolo were left staring after them.

"He's been sort of a chatter box after they hauled his mom away. He doesn't know what to say, so he says a whole lot of nothing," Bulma commented.

"They should've seen if they could get a family discount," Piccolo said. The blue haired woman giggled. The namek smirked and turned to look at her, their eyes meeting, and she smiled back. Suddenly, he found himself looking at dancing sapphires that gleamed with a brilliance he had not noticed before. Surprisingly, he did not seem to mind.

Well, how's that? I had a little fun with this one, and it'll probably only get weirder. Want more or should I send this to the trash?

Letta