Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.
A/N: This will just be a collection of short drabbles on Piccolo. My main focus right now is on The Attractions of Abduction, but its Piccolo month at the DBZ Fanfic Salon, and I thought it would be a good idea to write something about the alien I take my pen name from- especially because I find him one of the more interesting characters in DBZ. If/when I think of more Piccolo drabbles, I'll add them to this collection. For now, I hope you enjoy the first two.
Girls dream of becoming princesses. When he was little, he dreamt of becoming a king.
They weren't good dreams, though. On the odd occasions that he slept, they would filter through his head; flashing images of blood and death and hate. They were the gifts from his father; the vague memories and instinct to destroy that had been passed onto him during the formation of his egg.
That was how he knew he had to kill Son Goku- the dreams had told him so. Only then, would he be King.
Piccolo sighed, looking down at the pudgy form of the child that lay next to him, the boy's chest rising slowly in contented slumber. Son Goku was gone now; dead, leaving only his son behind.
As my father left me.
As the night passed on he watched Gohan with curiosity, wondering if the little boy, too, dreamed of becoming a king.