Rebirth: Rise of Piccolo Jr.

Rebirth: Rise of Piccolo Jr.

Deep within the mountains an egg is beginning to hatch, in this egg is the spawn of a true demon king. This spawn is the pure offspring of a powerful fiend who roams the Earth at present, with the two both wandering the Earth...all hell may ensue. With the unsealing of Piccolo Daimao the great demon king, came the release of Piccolo Daimou's son and spiritual relation, Piccolo Jr. as well. Though only an egg at present, within just a few hours he would be a young child and within a few days, he would be a full grown young adult. The egg containing the warrior to be, began to move and shake. Then a massive crack appeared on the egg, popping it open and revealing a small green baby humanoid with antennae. This warrior, though the spawn of a demon king he is actually part of the Namekian race. The egg popped apart and revealed the green child along with a puddle of purple ooze, the childs eyes opened and all the memories of his creator flooded through him. The battles and trials, objectives, plans, and ideas of Piccolo Daimao were now Piccolo Jr.'s as well. They were practically one being. The child sat there and began to move around, he was evolving slowly, he would reach his naturally full teenage-like form by tomorrow. He'd be crawling in a couple minutes. Piccolo Jr. would not grow to be as large as his father in height or weight. Piccolo would stand at 7'9 where as Piccolo Daimao stood at over eight feet tall. The size reduction is due to the fact that all sons/creations by Piccolo Daimao come out differently. Some may be winged and gargoyle like or some could be dragon-like, however since Piccolo Jr. is more directly related with his creator it causes him to be more like Piccolo Daimao than any other of his sons/creations.


In just moments, Piccolo Jr. was crawling. He crawled toward a nearby town off in the distance, until he was found by a merchant. The merchant picked him up and was amazed to see a green humanoid creature, Piccolo stared at the merchant angrily for picking him up and then proceeded to shoot fiery red lasers from his eyes onto the merchant man, burning his face and sending him falling backwards dropping Piccolo Jr. Only to see that Piccolo Jr. didn't drop, he was levitating in mid air! Piccolo Jr. saw a purple outfit that look similiar to his counterparts, he put it on and moved on toward town, still levitating through the air. After an hour Piccolo finally reached town, that's where he went through with his first dark exploit. Piccolo Jr. set fire to the entire town, shooting lasers from his eyes, sending small ki blasts flailing into buildings, and sending people flying through the air. After his dark exploit, he let out a chuckle, the first he'd ever do. Piccolo continued down his dark path and into the woods where he would train for the next 24 hours until he was old enough and strong enough physically to eventually catch up with his counterpart.


Piccolo Jr. kicked a tree heavily, snapping it in half then he proceeded to fire a laser blast volley into the surrounding foliage. He was now half grown, a kid though. Night approached and Piccolo continued training, watching himself evolve and become stronger, that is until he realized he had been training only his body and not his mind! Piccolo Jr. quickly began meditating and realized he had a talent for it, his mind was almost as strong of a weapon as his body was! Piccolo Jr. spent the rest of his night in a deep meditative state. When the morning came, Piccolo was practically grown. He was in his teenage form, though still young looking in the face, Piccolo Jr. was now quite tall at 7'11 and quite muscular as well. Though still somewhat lean and thin. Piccolo snapped out of his meditative state, looked at his grown self, smirked and laughed. He grabbed the white mantle cape on the way back by the merchant cart of the merchant he killed earlier. He threw the cape on and went back to his place of birth, then he rose to the tallest mountain and stood on top of it and looked out. Piccolo Jr. looked off into the distance with his arms crossed and his white mantle cape flowing in the wind. Thunder began to ring out in the skies, rain was falling now. Off in the distance was a small village where Piccolo Jr. heard a small explosion, his ears perked as the sound rung out.


"I am Piccolo Jr., son and counterpart of Piccolo Daimao. Let the evil of two demon kings plague this Earth for eternity! HAHAHA!!!!" shouted Piccolo Jr. as he stood atop the mountain and continued looking out, as if he was looking for some sight of Piccolo Daimao.


"My...brothers...I have unborn siblings. Tambourine, Drum, and Cymbal...their time will come, I can sense it. Until then I will walk this land, spreading Daimao's message of silent destruction, fire will rain from these skies one day! The world will scream me and Daimao's names in terror! Then we shall spread our unending treachery across the universe. However, I must train now. I have much to learn of the martial arts in this world." spoke Piccolo Jr. to himself, just moments later he took to the sky.


Piccolo Jr. sailed through the skies, staring downward at the land below him, he was looking for somewhere to train, he had to get stronger if he wanted to be as strong or stronger than his father. He needed more techniques too, he knew thousands within his head but he didn't have access to them because he wasn't physically capable. Soon he would be able to use his racial ability, the mystic attack. This attack was a top priority for Junior, it was a necessity. He did have one sure fire technique, The Bakurikimaha. An explosive, large, electrically charged blast. While pondering these matters, Piccolo Jr. spotted a large training dojo in the midst a large patch of woods that went on for miles. Piccolo Jr. landed in front of the dojo and peered around at the dark forest that surrounded him. That's when the door flew open, revealing a fiend. His name was Akuma, a fiery eyed warrior flew out and into the trees quicker than Piccolo could stop him. Akuma stood atop a tree branch, staring down at Junior. Piccolo Jr. smirked and fired an explosive and sparking Bakurikimaha towards Akuma, Akuma fired an explosive red blast himself that collided with the ability, then in the aftermath of the fiery explosion that resulted, Akuma disappeared, leaving only flames behind him. His sinister laughter could be heard in the distance. 


Piccolo stared as he heard sobbing behind him. A young boy and a dying martial arts master sat in the dojo from which Akuma came from. Piccolo turned and walked toward the two individuals. The child looked up at him.

After seeing the odd warrior run away from the dojo, Piccolo Jr. took advantage of the situation and gathered info on the warrior, his name was Akuma. He was a legendary mystic warrior, who appeared once every 100 years. Piccolo didn't see this warrior as a challenge and so he took weapons from the dojo and went on his way. Chains, he grabbed chains. They would soon become his signature weapon. Piccolo Jr. continued walking through the forest until he came to a valley leading to a city. This city was the perfect destination for a day of destruction, Piccolo could blow this city up, lasers, barakurikimaha, etc. The time of reckoning has come...