Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ No Time To Waste ( Chapter 1 )

Instruments in Tune

Author's Note: Thanks for your kind reviews, I apologize for the first chapter being so short if it makes you feel any better you can view it as a prolog. But I will try better in this one.

As you have probable realized Piccolo has a younger brother names Bongo.

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Chapter 2: No Time to Waste

Of what grass was left on the dirt trail was covered in melting frost, the night had been cold but the two brothers managed to saver the rest of their body heat to keep them alive. An advantage of nameks is their higher body temperature, allowing them to endure the harsh elements with ease. An average human would have gained hypothermia without suitable clothing.

Piccolo had not slept he mediated throughout the night, when he exhaled his breath frosted on the air. He cracked open both eyes as the warmth of the rising sun melted the remaining frost from the front of his gi, in Piccolos opinion sleeping was for the weak he would not lower himself to show any weakness even in the presents of his own brother.

Piccolo closed his eyes and took a deep cleansing breath, every nerve in his throat feeling the sting of the frosty air rising swiftly to his feet he glanced at the still sleeping Bongo a few feet away. The peace in his brothers features caused a low grown to escape his lips, this was wasting valuable time training for the mission…the mission…imprinted in his mind before he was even born to rule the earth and all upon it.

Piccolo crossed his arms and walked over to his brothers sleeping form, he placed his foot inches from Bongos face on the dirt track, scraping his foot along the ground creating a cloud of dust to rise and fill the air.

Bongo's lungs filled with dust causing his eyes to snap open he rose to a sitting position clutching yet again his chest with convulsive coughs, his eyelids clogged with the rising dust he furiously rubbed his eyes to remove the dry grains from his large black pupils.

"Nap time over, you have 3 minutes then we start again till dawn tonight"

Piccolo bluntly state to his still groggy brother, turning his back he passed to the place he was meditating at that night and watched as the sun peaked from over the canopy of black pines.

"What was that for?? "

Bongo protested to having dust kicked in his face, whilst he finished clearing the dust from his eyes.

"I didn't want to waist my breath waking you up" Smirking to himself without turning around to face Bongo.

"Piccolo…. do we have to train all day I mean… I know its important but I feel so tired by dawn?"

Bongo still on the ground waited for his brother's answer looking up only to find Piccolos back.

Without turning to face Bongo, Piccolo stated with slight agitation in his young voice.

"You have 2 minutes get a move on"

With that Piccolo shut his eyes as the suns rays came down over his chubby face.

Bongo knew there was no use in arguing with his sibling it would end with Piccolo lecturing him about the mission, what mission? Bongo had no recollection of any such imprint he could not understand Piccolos determination the drive to become strong and unreachable in ability.

Finally standing to his feet Bongo could still feel the dry mixed grains of dust & tree bark in his throat, clearing his throat he asked Piccolo.

"Can we stop somewhere for some water? … I still got dust stuck in my throat"

Again clearing his throat Bongo finished dusting off his white gi, along with adjusting the blood red belt around his waist.

"When I gave you 3 minutes that meant doing everything you needed including drinking there is the stream we passed earlier"

Piccolo stated in a firm voice glancing over his shoulder he continued.

"NOW… you have 1 minute and 37 seconds, I am not going to repeat myself"

Piccolo turned back to the rising sun keeping an exact count in his mind anticipating today's training. The memories implanted in his mind and heart from the father he and Bongo never knew in person, He relived the memories of Goku.

The battle between he and his father that ended in Goku eliminating Piccolo Damaioh the demon king, now Piccolo had only one thing on his mind avenging his fathers cause, killing Goku and then the next step. Taking over the earth becoming the most feared and respected being in the universe he would revive the title demon king, Piccolo had intention to drag Bongo along with him to make him strong but… not that strong so to be able to one-day overthrough him.

They were brothers that was the only reason he kept him around if that was not the case, Bongo would more that likely be dead without Piccolos protection he was weak not only physically but mentally…soft…forgiving…. sympathetic. Things foreign to Piccolo which he considered irrelevant to an existence he had none of those traits and had no longing for them.

"Oh …. OK I will be back in just a sec.."

With that Bongo ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to the stream that they passed a few minutes before stopping that night. Diving to the edge of the creek he cupped the water in his little green palm and slowly as to not choke drank 6 hands full of the crystal clear fluid.

Shaking the remaining water from his hand then wiping his lips with the his wrist he raised to his feet taking in the beautiful surroundings, the cherry blossoms overhanging the stream were loosing their leaves reminding him of the colder months approaching. He stood there long enough to watch a few leaves fall into the creek and be brushed away in the current.

Suddenly remembering Piccolo he gasped widening his eyes abruptly turning he began running back to the track where Piccolo was waiting

*Oh no… if I don't get back before 3 minutes is up he will make me carry stuff wile we jog*

With this thought raceing through Bongo's mind he didn't noticing the raised root of a black pine in the ground, the toe of his right boot caught on to the root sending Bongo crashing to the ground, he yelped slightly on impact not from the pain but for getting lost in his thoughts, Piccolo would not be impressed.

Shaking his head Bongo cocked his head up to find a familiar brown boot tapping the ground, Piccolo was standing over him without a moments hesitation the larger Piccolo grasped the back of Bongo's red belt and lifted him to his feet shoving him lightly making Bongo stumble a step back.

"You took too long, I am going to make you carry staff to make up for the muscle gain you wasted"

Piccolo said placing his knuckles on his hips he eyed Bongo in annoyance. Being about 4 inches taller than Bongo Piccolo had the height advantage as well as the strength.

"Sorry I…I…was…"

Bongo stuttered he was cut off sharply by Piccolo.

"Wasting time"

Piccolo turned and picked up a couple of baseball-sized rocks from the ground and then materialized some string tying an end to each rock.

Turning back to Bongo whom had his head lowered in shame quickly & roughly placed the center of the string over the back of Bongo's neck.

"Now lets get moving, we are wasting valuable time"

With that Piccolo began to jog down the dirt track not waiting for Bongo. Bongo finally finished wriggling from the discomfort of the extra weight on his shoulders & neck than sighing deeply he followed the dust trail Piccolos left at his own pace trying not to disappoint his brother again…

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