Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ A Dark Trail ( Prologue )

Instruments in Tune

Author's Note:

This is an A\U it does not run along the lines of Dragonball Z, if some characters appear out of character then I do apologize.

This Fic involves Piccolo and some of the other Z fighters along with my own characters.

I do not own Dragonball Z they are the sole property of Akira Toriyama a man with a great imagination.

Please do not steal any of the characters I created, they were created by me for the sole purpose of this story.

I will only post the first chapter, I will post the next if I receive positive reviews for the first, this is the first story I have ever posted and written to be honest, so please be gently.

(( In this fic Nameks are NOT asexual, but they still reproduce Asexually due to their not being any female nameks in over 500 years))

Anyhow enough from me please enjoy this tale….

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Story Summery:

A pair of young nameks barely out of their shells wander blindly around a dense forest on

earth. Two brothers they only had each other to depend on, one knew his mission and was determined to follow the dark thoughts that thrived in his mind and heart, he had no recollection of the emotions such as remorse, fear, guilt, joy, sympathy or love…

The other, the younger of the pair had a pure heart as pure as spring water, with no thoughts of hostility or hate. As to where he came from or where he was headed, he had no mission. This is what separated these two brothers, separated them like the sea and the sky.

They had two different minds, this they understood but the innocents in their minds could never have predicted that this separation would be the cause for over a decade of abhorrence.

What could have brought this upon two siblings, and what was it that brought them both together again in alliance. A tale about betrayal, angst, jealousy, learning to trust and love.

A tale starring Piccolo, Bongo, Isabelle & others

… and so it begins…

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Chapter 1: A Dark Trail.

Even in the dark bongo could still see the dust filling the air when his feet scraped along the ground whilst straggling behind his elder brother, his chest winced with every breath he exhaled his head lowered to the ground and his arms dangling by his sides. He would breath deeply trying to keep up with his brother.

Piccolo had no desire to give up though he had no idea where he was headed he kept on through the darkness, it was 6 months from his hatching date due to his namek accelerated growth, his age appeared to be that of a 2 and a half year old human.

His head held upright and his arms swinging in rhythm by his sides he created no dust with each step his sheer determination had enabled him to not miss a beat in his stride. From dawn till dusk they had walked only stopping briefly for a nourishing drink from the trickling river they came across along the way.

Bongo being a few months younger did not have the strength and stamina his brother did he was exhausted his winced breathing became louder until he could endure no longer, he stopped and dropped to his hands & knees his head still lowered, the impact of his collapse caused the dust to rise filling his lunges as he struggles for breath, he began to uncontrollable cough clutching his chest, his eyes widening he finally managed to fill his lungs with air.

After gaining his composure Bongo raised his head to find a larger almost identical version of himself only wearing a purple gi in contrast to his dusk covered white one, a look of disappointment crossing his features he stared into the very soul of his younger brother.

"Piccolo…(pant)...I can't…(pant)…please can we stop now?" Bongo clutching his chest stared back at his elder brother searching his eyes for sympathy but knew what to expect.

"GET up" was the cold response from Piccolo he could not stand weakness, he looked out for his younger brother but could not stand looking at him in such a pathetic state.

"Please Piccolo I can hardly keep my eyes open" Bongo's eyelids felt like bricks were bearing down on them.

"Fine, but don't expect me to stop again" with that Piccolo turned around from his brother walked a few feet and sat down in a lotus position with his arms crossed lowering his head, taking one last glance at his younger brother he shut his eyes and began to meditate.

Bongo managed to rise to one knee he began to brush the dust off his gi, glancing up at his brother with all recollection of the disappointment Piccolo held in him. Rising to both feet he moved off the dusty trail to a patch of grass a few feet off to the side. Almost immediately after lowering to the ground Bongo was asleep his heavy breathing swaying the blades of grass in front of his face, His body ached from the hard jogging from dawn that morning.

Piccolo was frustrated he always felt like he was not doing well enough, not meeting high enough standards unknowingly he was dragging Bongo along with him but the frustration of having to be slowed down by someone almost infuriated him. He opened his left eye to a slit and observed his brother sleeping; he planned on getting an early start the next morning with no slowing down.

*Pathetic, could he try to breath any louder I can still hear with my left ear* Piccolo thought to himself his sensitive hearing disturbed my Bongos wincing breathing whilst he slept but for now Piccolo excepted it and returned to his meditation