This story takes place between the end of Dragon Ball and the beginning of Dragon Ball Z. Piccolo has been defeated by Goku in the latest Tenkaichai Budouki and is training endlessly to achieve his revenge. He has no idea of his Namekian heritage at this time and so, our story begins.........
He shot up from his laying position, covered in a cold sweat. The green man's breath passed through his chest rapidly as his eyes nervously twitched around, eyeing his unfamiliar surroundings. Piccolo calmed down as he realized there was no immediate threat, although he had no clue as to where in the hell he was. The warrior was inside a small cabin bedroom with the usual necessities. He himself was in a bed and had been covered with a quilt until his sudden outburst of consciousness. He had on his purple gi, badly damaged, but it was there. Piccolo was also covered in bandages in various places on his person. As a resounding pain came over him, he realized he had been terribly injured somehow.
It was then that a human woman entered the room. Long, thin red hair hid her face for the moment, as it was turned down. She wore a hunter green tunic that hung loosely about her small body. Her pants were black and clung close to the skin, they eventually met up with her knee-high soft brown leather boots.
"What is this, some kind of joke? Have I been taken hostage by some sort of freak teenager?", Piccolo thought.
The female looked up to him.
"It's about time you woke up."
"Who are you and how did I get here?"
The last thing he remembered was training, like any other day. The female raised an eyebrow.
"Demanding one, aren't you? Two days ago I found you under a pile of boulders. I don't know how long you had been there, but it's some sort of miracle you survived. And since I just happen to be Kalin Setebos, savior of strange green men, I brought you here until you woke up at least....but I doubt you can get up just yet."
She finally looked up to reveal light brown eyes to pair with her lightly tanned skin. Her face, like the rest of her body, was tiny but it showed enough signs of age that Piccolo got the idea this wasn't a child he was dealing with.
"You've been delirious this whole time...You want food or anything?", she asked.
"No thanks, think I'll be going now..."
Well, since she had taken him in he wouldn't kill the little runt, but there was no way he was going to stick around. He tried to get off the bed, but stopped himself. The pain was agonizing. Every muscle in his body ached and pulsed so much they seemed to try and pop out of his skin. He was dizzy and probably wouldn't be able to walk straight, even if he could manage to stand. Piccolo sighed and laid back down, wincing at the pain of pressure against his back again.
"Water", he managed to say through gritted teeth.
Without a word the human Kalin Setebos left the room, immediately returning with a glass filled with water. She set it down on a nightstand next to him.
"Anything else?"
"No."
Kalin left the room. Piccolo reached for the glass and found a small piece of paper.
"What's this?"
He unfolded it and began to read.
"I told you so..." the message read.
Piccolo snorted and rested his head back against the pillow. Of course a human couldn't resist...He closed his eyes and listened to the late afternoon breeze. The sooner he could be out of this place, the better.