Tales of the Xenoverse

What if Piccolo and Kami Fused Early?

Alright, let's do this one last time...

"You are testing my patience, Kakarot..." Raditz rolled his eyes, toying with a piece of fruit. "I've been more than generous with you so far, so for the last time... I strongly recommend that you join us!"

Goku grit his teeth, clenching his fists. "I don't care what you 'recommend', the answer is still no!"

"You should listen to your big brother..."

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't have a brother."

Watching from the sidelines, Piccolo rolled his eyes. He couldn't care less about Goku's family quarrels. He had a score to settle with Goku, but at the moment there were bigger things at play. This quote-unquote 'Saiyan' was dangerous, and if left unchecked, could spell bad news for the rest of the world. A world that was rightfully his to rule.

"It's too bad, little brother! I do think you'd find the life of a Saiyan to be quite invigorating!"

Tossing the fruit into the air and catching it, Raditz continued.

"Traveling to worlds unknown, fighting whoever you please, living a life of freedom! And yet, you choose to side with a fraction of that! A single measly planet, with a bunch of worthless humans... and a Namekian."

With a hiss, Raditz shattered the fruit with his grip.

"I don't care about that!" Goku shouted back. "Earth is my home! So give back Gohan, and just get out of here!"

Catch that?

The Divergence in this timeline may have been subtle, but its impact would be monumental. The simple acknowledgement of Piccolo's true origin would prove to have little impact on Piccolo himself, as his mind would be better focused on the battle with Raditz, the revelation would shake the very core of another: Kami.

While Piccolo and Goku dealt with Raditz, sudden memories flashed into the elder, almost overwhelmingly. And yet, upon meditating deeply on them (as well as the situation regarding the Saiyans, and the two that would be arriving) over the course of months, only one choice could be made...

It would be after the fourth month of training for the Saiyan Invasion that Kami would attempt to reach out to Piccolo using telepathy, and it would be many more months of being ignored by his evil half. Day and night he would call him, begging, swearing on their shared life that no ill will was at play.

Finally, after the eighth month Piccolo would acquiesce, meeting Kami on the Lookout on a late night once the other Z-Fighters and Gohan had all fallen asleep, a long day of training behind them.

"What do you want, old man? For four months you've pestered me, interrupted my mediating with your whining. What's so important?"

Closing his eyes, as if to gather his strength Kami replied.

"Try to understand, Piccolo. I wouldn't have attempted to contact you if the need wasn't urgent. I have mediated, as well, you see. Right now, we find ourselves on the crux of a great calamity, one far beyond the scale that we once fled when we were one."

Piccolo rolled his eyes.

"Right, the Saiyans. That's why we're training, why you're training the humans."

Kami shook his head.

"The Saiyans are a threat, yes, but they are not the one I refer to. I refer to the one they answer to, to which they are but fodder to."