Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Instruments in Tune ❯ Like father not like son ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Instruments in Tune

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews once again I love them, In this chapter the boys are a little older three years have passed they now have adolescent bodies and minds.

(I know in DBZ Piccolo was fully grown at age six but this is an alternative universe)

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Chapter 9: Like father not like son

"You can do better than that!"

Piccolo yelled to Bongo who was chasing him toward the sky, he was still slower than Piccolo.

Bongo clenched his fists the frustration made him raise his Ki after three years of continues week away training sessions, his abilities had excelled.

Piccolo dematerialized and reappeared behind Bongo, sensing this Bongo swung around with a roundhouse kick, narrowly missing.

Avoiding the roundhouse Piccolo again disappeared and reappeared behind Bongo, delivering a hard elbow in the base of Bongos neck sending him down south.

Bongo landed in the nearby river, gaining his composure in the deep water he waited for Piccolo, his white gi bloating from the current.

Piccolo approached cautiously no bubbles came to the surface he knew Bongo was alive; he levitated a dozen feet above the water crossing his arms. He knew Bongo planned a surprise attack.

Bongo could not hold on any longer reaching the surface he inhaled deeply coughing up water he saw his brother above him.

"Do you take me for a fool, anyone could anticipate that move"

Piccolo then raised his palm directing it at Bongo he fined a large ki blast.

Bongo dived beneath the water to avoid the blast, it narrowly missed but not without singing the hop half of his gi, speedily he exited the water charging toward piccolo.

Throwing their weight around in the skies exhaustion set in, they had been sparring since dawn it was now the late afternoon, various cuts and bruised scattered across their bodies.

"Enough get some rest we will continue tomorrow"

Piccolo turned his head spitting out some blood from his busted lip they headed back to their camp.

They had been training non stop for 2 weeks away from the house, both had to levitate and meditate in the same instance, Bongo thought about the family he had come to love over the past 6 years his deepest thought were of Isabelle she had grown into a beautiful happy child she was always excited to see Bongo after weeks of training away from the house.

But he wondered about something, she never played with Piccolo or asked about him then again Piccolo would NEVER allow that to happened. He then remembered an occasion from a few weeks ago

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"Piccolllo?"

Isabelle tugged on Piccolos cape whilst he observed Bongo fighting a clone of himself, he growled at the tugging near his feet.

"WHAT BRAT"?

Piccolo yelled snarling at the Isabelle his fangs showing hoping it would intimidate her to run, but she did not.

"Mommy said she wants to talk to you"

Isabelle innocently pointed at Piccolo carrying the message across.

"Tell MOMMY I don't take orders from short asses!"

Piccolo watched as a bewildered Isabelle slowly turned toward the house not removing her gaze from Piccolo.

Piccolo growled at her, she then turned and ran toward the house.

Bongo had by then had his clone absorbed back into him. He approached Piccolo.

"You don't have to yell at her sensei, she is only a child!"

Piccolo snapped at bongo with a sharp glare

"Don't you tell me how to treat that pathetic weakling, I do as I please"

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Isabelle sat in her bedroom drawing with her new crayons, she then stopped walking over to the window she stared up into the night sky, she missed Bongo her best friend she considered to be her brother being so far away from any civilization it was hard for her to meet people.

She sighed deeply cocking her head at the 3-quarter moon in the sky, her thought were somewhere else, she did not hear her mother come in the door.

"Isabelle close the window you will get sick with a death of cold in the night"

Isabelle was startled but then smiled at her mothers words Vella new all to well tat she left the window open every night hoping Bongo would come and visit, this she would not consider unworthily it was not Bongo she worried about.

Vella closed the window and helped Isabelle in to her white flowery pajamas, then placed her under the covers leaving her with a kiss on the forehead and left.

Isabelle look one last look out the window and drifted off to a dream filled sleep.

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Both brothers meditated without a work to one another the fire between them burned brightly creating a crimson shadow over both their emerald bodies.

Bongo's skin had darkened with age the deep green was a splendor constant to his dark pink muscle patches, Piccolo had a light shade of green gracing his form with corresponding lighter pink muscle patches.

They were brothers but they were easy to tell apart their faces were different along with their minds.

"Piccolo, I have been pondering this question for the past few years"

Bongo opened his eyes to find Piccolos still closed only grunting a response.

Bongo now closed his eyes again and continued.

"What is the purpose of all this training, we have nothing to fight for there are no tournaments that would except us as applicants, what other reason in there?

Piccolo thought it was time the time had finally come to reveal the reason for all this `Training'; He exhaled slowly realizing it would be a long night with long explanation to be given.

Bongo was always asking to many questions for his own good, ever since they were hatched he was always trusting and did as he was told, it would be that was this time as well.

"I have decided the time is right, we shall begin out mission tomorrow your skills are not that good but are good enough"

Bongo's eyes shot open, mission? What mission? Piccolo could not be serious he had not herd a word of this mission for years he could not believe his older brother thought were still to kill Goku and take over the planet.

"What mission Piccolo?

Piccolos eyes opened slowly he eyed Bongo without emotion then began.

"The one that we were to complete, the reason we even exist"

Piccolo talked long into the night about Goku, Piccolo Damaioh, and Kami everything he told of the memories that he had long before his birth.

"Your purpose was to assist me in this responsibility, you will live handsomely as a ruler of this pathetic planet, these pathetic humans will not be hard to exterminate.

Piccolo closed his eyes and meditated.

Bongo was frozen all the horrifying explanations, that had been given to him were racing in frenzy through his mind, his jaw dropped.

* This cannot be true this entire time Piccolo was plotting he had been for years Goku, who was Goku? he had done nothing to deserve such a death sentence from anyone, he was only serving his planet and people*

Bongo pondered I thought he felt his gut tighten, to be the descendant of such evil such a tyrant such a demon, it sickened him. It must have been a mistake it could not be true.

After a few more hours of thought he made a decision he would discuss it with Piccolo in the morning, hoping against all odds that Piccolo would listen…

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