Brave Heart-DBZ style

Brave Heart: DBZ style.

Disclaimer: I own it. Or at least the first 25 episodes of DBZ on DVD! So there! I own as much of it as 15 billion other people! Ok...so I own none of it. I really only own 1/6 of the Idea for this Fic. And only then if I did my fractions right so...do you want to pay me? I promise it might be a good enough Fic to pay for....well I can’t even promise that... (I also don’t own Brave Heart.)

Warning! This Fic contains YAOI!!!!and very sad situations that WILL make you Cri a lot....or...well it just made me cri a lot....

Characters: (only main ones)
Wallace: Piccolo
Murran (Wallace’s Wife): Gohan
King Edward: Frieza
Prince Edward: Raditz
Philip: Nappa
John (Wallace’s Brother) : Nail
Malcolm (Wallace’s Father) : Daimoa
Princess Isabelle: Vejita
Nicolette (the maid to the Princess): Goten
McClarnek (Murran’s parents): Krillen and 18
Argyle (Wallace’s uncle): Guru
McAndreas : Pikkon
Robert: Trunks
Roberts father: Paragus
Hamish : Goku
Hamish’s father: Bardock
Steven: Bulma
Faudron: Chichi
MacGregor clan: Mob of Namek’s
British Guy that tri’s to rape Murran: Ginyu


A/N: If you don’t like excessive Yaoi please ...just leave....I might cri...or not, anyway any of you guy’s seen Piccolo around here? Its almost time to start and I need to see him in his Kilt! ~looks arouor sor sexy Namek man/asexual.~
“Goddamn it woman why must I dress Like this?”
“Because your Sexy.”
Piccolo Blushes. “Oh...”

Chapter One: The Wits of Men

Commentary from some spooky Voice that wont be reviled until the end of the story: “I shall tell you Of Piccolo the Namek. Frieza’s historians will call me a Liar, but im not! History is written by two types of people. People that hang hero’s and people that watch....(ahem) At this time the ruler of the Planet Namek had died without a heir and the nasty Ice-Jin Frieza wishe cla claim the planet as his own. Namekian warriors fought The Alien and themselves for the planet. The Ass Frieza then locked them all in one room and hung them from there scrawny necks in some thatched house. Among the farmers in that area was a namek by the name of Daimoa and he had two sons, Nail and Piccolo.”

Daimoa rode away from his home with his oldest boy towards Pikkon’s manner. He was worried for Pikkon was to visit tree days ago and still hadn’t shown. The bastard. He would kill the namek for being late. No one disrespected him in this manner. A quite rustle of the bushes caches his eye and he see’s his younger son Piccolo ‘hiding’ behind a rock. He had told the boy to stay home. Look after the house he said, is this how someone looks after the property? He didn’t think so. Piccolo would get him self into trouble some day. And if he didn’t start listening to his father that day will soon come.

“ I told you to stay home, did I not Piccolo?” He asked his son, who was now hidden behind a tree.

“ I have finished my work. Where are we going?” Piccolo tried to look optimistic. But knew his father would just send him home.

“ WE are not going any where. You are going home. Your brother and I are going to Pikkon’s. He Is late and we wish to make sure he is well. If he is I am going to kill his green ass.” Daimoa sighed at his young son. “ Go on home now. Before I beat you into a bloody pulp. Do you hear me boy?”

“ Yeah brat. So head home.” Nail glared at Piccolo behind his father.

“But.” Piccolo stopped in mid sentence as he saw his fathers angry stare.

“I SAID GO HOME PICCOLO!!” Daimoa yelled at the top of lunglungs and headed towards Pikkon’s place.

Piccolo stared at his father and Brother as they left him behind yet again, damn them. He just wanted to go along. Piccolo fisted his hands and glared at them riding away. He’d go, he wanted to be a part of this. All he had to do was make sure his father didn’t see him and all would be well. Yes, as long as his father didn’t see him he could find out what was wrong with Pikkon also. Piccolo smiled to himself. What a fine plan he made up, though with his luck he’d get caught anyway.

As Daimoa and Nail approached the huts Daimoa felt an ill presence, something had gone wrong at this meeting held by that scum Frieza. Something very ill. As he dismounted his horse he noticed a dying fire it had just been put out and smoke still rose from it. No horses were about and all was silent not even with his Namekian ears could he hear anything.

“Father, something’s wrong here.” Nail whispered.

“ Yes, I know son.” Daimoa walked towards the closes hut. “I have a bad felling about this ‘meeting’ Frieza set up.”

“Yes, I’m with you father, something very wrong has happened here.” They both walked in the front of the hut, not knowing what to expect.

Inside they saw there friends and comrades, dead. Hanging from the roof-parts of the cottage. All of Namek’s Noblemen dead. There face’s were pale and there hands tied behind there backs. Some of there eyes were closed. Others were open. Daimoa and Nail gasped at the horror they stood before. Even the warrior’s young page’s were hung. They were not even eight years of age and now they would never see nine.

As they walked through the bodies turned and twisted on their ropes. The smell of dead was in the air and Daimoa felt a cool rage building inside of him. Damn King Frieza. Damn him to Hel. No man deserved a fate as this one, not even the most evil of men.

“ Oh Kami...” Nail gasped as they moved into the center most of the hut. “Hhow could anyone be this cruel?”

“ I have no idea son. None at all.” Daimoa continued to walk passed his now-dead friends. The sunned sound of birds wings had both Daimoa and Nail rushing to the door, ready to fight. But the young namek standing in the door way. Piccolo stood mortified, ing ing at the decomposing bodies of the men he once looked up to. How is this possible? Who would do this to the men he thought of as legends? How- how- . Piccolo felt nauseated. The smell of dead, rotting corpses and dirt filled the air.

“Its all right, boy.” Daimoa grabbed his son and brought him close as if to hug the boy to his chest. But, in a fit of panic, Piccolo charged into the home running and pushing at the dangling bodies.
“ Piccolo! Piccolo come back here!” Nail yelled for his younger brother afraid Piccolo might see the young boy hung in the center. And Nail’s worst fear came true. Daimoa and Nail finally caught up with him right in front of the young namek Dende.

“Piccolo!” Daimoa took Piccolo and held his young son close. Hiding his face in his chest.
“Its okay boy, its okay.” Daimoa looks to him older son who is patting Piccolo’s back and whispering reassuring words.

They sit there, Daimoa and Nail looking at the bodies, Piccolo hiding his face in his fathers shoulder. Then to make sure it wasn’t a dream Piccolo looks up and sees Dende swaying on his rope his eyes closed, his face pale, his body lax and spent, the young namek was dead.

~~~~~~

Later that evening Piccolo lay sleeping in his bed, with dreams of dead taunting him. With dreams of Dende, hanging in a empty room....speaking to him.

*Piccolo walked closer to the dead namek. His eyes were open now, full of sorrow.

“Piccolo...” Dende whispers into the cold, desolated room. *


Piccolo awoke with a start breathing hard, he hears his father speaking to other villagers, speaking of war. A stab of fear hit Piccolo’s heart. What if he lost his brother and father the same way Dende, and the others died? How could he stand it if he lost his family? Piccolo turned to his side. Listening to the talk. Hoping they would not go. And if they did, he’d have to go too. To make sure Nail and his father would be okay.

“ Toma is right. We must fight. We cannot let Frieza win.” Bardock yelled to the group of men.

“ Every man with the will to fight was at that meeting.” Daimoa reminded them harshly.
“ We are just simple Farmers, but then...are we willing to lose our land willingly to that damn lizard?”

“We can not beat an army.” Said Krillen.

“How do you propose a bunch of farmer defeat the greatest power in all the universe?” Another cried out.

“ We don’t have to defeat them. Just fight them.” Daimoa smirked at the faces of his comrades. “ Now who’s with me?”

Piccolo watched as all the men, including his brother, agreed to his fathers plan. Damn...
now what?

~~~~~~~~~next morning~~~~~~~~

Daimoa reached into the thatched roof and pulled out his sword. Walking to his horse he notices his son Piccolo sitting upon the Stalin. As if he would take the boy to war. The thought was laughable. He placed the sword hidden in his horses pack and asked his son absentmindedly. “Where are you going?”

“ With you and Nail, father.”

“ Oh really?” He smirked at the boy’s courage. “ And what would you do with me?”

“ I would help.”

“ Sure you would Piccolo. But you need to stay here, and watch the farm. Can you do that?” Daimoa took his son from the horses back. “ And don’t argue with me.”

“ I can fight, father.” Piccolo said pleadingly. He couldn’t let them die.

“ I know you can Piccolo, I know it. But its our wits that make us Namek’s. Not how well
we fight.” Piccolo nodded at his father in some-what understanding. “ Good, see you tomorrow.”

“See you Piccolo.” Nail pushed at Piccolo in a friendly-like manner.

“Yeah.” Piccolo made himself believe it, and started his chores. As his brother and father ride away, Piccolo sighs, and tries to think good thoughts on the troubles at hand.

~~~later that day~~~

Young Goku and Piccolo are hiding on the slope of a ditch flowing into a creek as a small pack of English ride by on their horses.

“With you brother and father gone they’ll destroy the farm.” Goku turns to Piccolo, Rocks in hand and ready to fight.

“Its up to us to protect the farm, Goku.” In a fury of young passion the two boys rush up the mountain side and toss the rocks at fake targets. Goku missing his and Piccolo hitting and destroying both figures. Piccolo smiles in pride over his friend and folds his arms.

Goku looks at Piccolo in child-like anger, and punches Piccolo, sending him rolling down the ditch. At the bottom they start to pulverize each other, playfully, unaware of the death and destruction that just may be a few miles away.


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