Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ New Techniques ( Chapter 7 )

Instruments in Tune

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I have a notion that there are not enough fanfics about Piccolo, all in favor say I….

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Chapter 8: New Techniques

Piccolo flew across the evening sky his cape blustering behind him, he was agitated.

More memories had surfaced in the past month, memories of Goku the boy that murdered the Demon King his father whose name graced him.

For the past month Piccolo had become more and more reclusive keeping to himself even from his brother who he felt obligated to protect, sensing his brother did not have the memories it seemed only fitting they would need to be taught to him.

Piccolo had been plotting from the beginning, Bongo would need to assist him in his mission, but his rate of learning was slow.

If Piccolo expected to get a piece of Goku any time soon he would need to find new ways to train, weights had done their part but he needed something more challenging.

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"OUCH, careful there Isi that hurts"

Bongo broke out of his mediation to saw antennae by the hands of Isabelle, she gurgled with delight at Bongos expense.

"Your board to hey, how about we think of something to do!"

Bongo bounced Isabelle in his knee, Bongo may only have been a child himself but he was a strong one.

"I know how about we go out to the river, do you want to go to the river Isi?"

Isabelle clapped her delicate hands in delight; Bongo knew the answer was yes.

*I had better tell Vella, or she will scold me again*

The young namek picked up the willing toddler to search for Vella; he found her hanging up the laundry at the side of the house.

"Vella may I take Isabelle to the river awhile?

Vella stopped and looked to the horizon.

"Well… I suppose a little while longer could do no harm, you may Bongo"

Bongo was overjoyed, he was very fond of the humans he had come to thing of as his family, he remembered the lonely months when he was just hatched he only had Piccolo for company.

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"Piccolo?"

Bongo crawled to Piccolos side where he meditated.

"What?"

Piccolo grumbles in a Childs voice glancing down at Bongo.

"Why did people throw stones?"

Bongo innocently inquired to his brother.

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Piccolo had now become agitated, the day before they had passed a small village by the sea, when a woman gathering clams saw them she shrieked and called to the rest of the village.

"DEMON, DEMON"

She ran with fear at the site of the tiny little nameks.

Piccolo felt a smirk creep across his face he was glad she was afraid, afraid of him he was a demon.

Piccolos mood suddenly changed as Bongo begun to crawl in the direction the woman had ran.

Piccolo abruptly pulled Bongo back to him growling at his younger brother.

"Stupid stay here"

Piccolo then heard yelling and thundering footsteps approaching looking up he saw dozens of villagers yelling screaming and worst throwing stones.

Now Piccolo had become a little afraid himself, grabbing Bongo under his arm he raced across the coastline careful to dodge the oncoming stones.

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"Because humans are useless and deserve to be destroyed"

In a calm tone Piccolo explained to Bongo that humans were a futile being and that they hated nameks.

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Bongo had now reached the river with Isabelle Piccolos words still flying through his mind, placing the toddler on the grass he stared off into space.

*Piccolo was wrong, not all people hate us Vella and Adam are so kind and gracious to let us stay with them. I don't understand why he has such a strong hate for people they did nothing to us they…"

"ISABELLE"

Bongo looked up to find no trace of Isabelle on the backs of either side of the river, he had been so lost in thought she slipped away right under his nose.

"Ran up and down both sides of the bank, he thought to search out her ki but he was not skilled enough and may go about it the wrong was.

"What have I done, how could I have been such a fool"

Bongo sank to the ground tears threatening the back of his eyes; he then heard a quire sound coming from above.

Looking up there was Isabelle up in the tree; he was flabbergasted how did she manage to climb this tree.

"NEVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN" Bongo yelled to the toddler above him, she recoiled slightly but smiled.

Bongo floated up to the limb she had perched on; placing hands on hips he eyed Isabelle.

"I will have to keep and eye on you, now this tree is to never be climbed again understood"

Bongo leaned in closer to the little girl. She made no effort to argue Bongo slipped his arms around her waist and headed back to the house night had almost fallen.

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Piccolo watched the whole ordeal with Isabelle and Bongo unfold, he was disappointed at his brothers weakness his soft heartedness made him snicker.

*He is wasting my time, he will never get any better that brat is standing in my way"

Piccolo left his perch back into the direction of his newly acquired training grounds.

Piccolo knew killing the child would only make their situation harder so he opted to let her live but he had made the decision to take Bongo out to the training grounds with him for a few weeks, hopefully this would cause his affection for the toddler to cool off.

Landing in the sandy dirt, Piccolo cracked his neck and knuckles he was now ready to put his newly acquired technique into practice.

Removing his cape in crashed down beside him he clutched his fists tightly together, squatting slightly he shut his eyes and concentrated, veins began to penetrate from forehead and arms, his feet digging into the ground.

A loud cry escaped Piccolos lips, suddenly his body began to warp, a green shape morphed out of his back finally exiting his body.

Relaxing his body Piccolo turned to find an exact replica of himself staring back at him, he smirked at his handiwork his clone was perfectly matched his ability and knew what he knew.

"We spar for one hour then have break and resume again for another hour, got it"

The clone nodded taking on a fighting stance.

They charged up toward the star covered sky kicking and slashing at each other with great speed, along with ki blasts and kicks to Piccolo this was the ultimate in a sparing partner, his clone knew his weaknesses and strengths and what to anticipate.

In his young mind it was the perfect way to repair your mistakes though he saw no flaws in his ability, he liked the challenge.

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