The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior [Piccolo x OC]

Chapter 15

PICCOLO

Death revealed my dream.

A dream so vivid that if it weren't for the constant reminder in my subconscious letting me know I was dead, I would think I actually lived it.

There I was, standing on top of a high rock formation.

The desert covered the landscape as far as my eyes could see, its gentle breeze fluttering my cape.

It was strange... I don't know if it was my shoulder pads, but something in my body carried a weight that only years could bring.

Yes... In this dream, I was older than my present young-adult self, and much, much stronger.

Standing with my arms crossed and with only the power of my Ki, I expertly made several tons of rocks from that scene float through the sky for as long as I could. However, as soon as I placed them back on the ground, each one in its proper place and with the delicacy of a feather, I went into a state of alert.

Another powerful Ki besides mine approached from behind.

When I suddenly turned around, a little green lightning attacked me, and I blocked his blow at the last moment. But he didn't give me respite. The little being immediately threw a kick at my side, but I dodged him, making him hit nothing. He then flew up and hovered above me. I couldn't see his face, for his silhouette was blurred by the sun behind him.

"HAAAA!!!!" He shouted and dove quickly towards me.

I crossed my forearms in an X in front of my face, and his blow caused such a strong impact that he fell to the ground in front of me with a thud.

When the dust settled, I finally saw him.

It was a boy, no more than seven years old, rubbing his sore head. His skin was green like mine; his muscles on his arms and legs were pink like mine; his ears were pointy like mine, and he wore a purple fighting suit, also like mine.

However, his face displayed someone else's features; of a woman, actually. A woman I knew very well. In fact, instead of a bald head like mine, thick black hair filled it with a spiky mohawk hairstyle.

"Ouch, Daddy..." he complained, with a grumpy pout. "That hurt..."

Daddy? — My present self connected the dots.

That boy... his physical aspects...

Was he... Was he my... son?

My present self barely had time to react to such information, as my future self soon took over again and, with a patience that I had never experienced in my life until then, I crouched down in front of him.

"What did I tell you about your impulsiveness, Nail?" I looked at him firmly. "You keep attacking without properly evaluating your opponent. You need to think before you act." I sighed as I saw his pout turn sad, and I stroked his hair. "Are you okay?"

"'Course I'm not." He sniffed, annoyed and still massaging his head. "I think you made a giant bump in me! My days are numbered!!! What a terrible fate for such an incredible and powerful boy like me!!!"

"Stop it." I approached him to inspect if there was indeed a bump on his head. "Who did you take after all this drama, huh?"

"From Uncle Goku!" Nail gave me an impish smile.

"Oh, right. Why do I even ask?" I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. "I think I'll leave you at Aunt Chi-chi's for a few months so you can learn some discipline and–"

"HAAAA!!!!" Another voice shouted above us and, when I turned, I spotted another little being hovering in the air, with a very high Ki.

I quickly turned to look at Nail, but he was gone.