A crashed ship

----So to start off I am not ZeOwl, lets call him Owl, this is technically his account but a combination of laziness and me having the ability to use the account. So I guess lets call me Dues, I am writing this fic and the novel reincarnated as a cow. That is the only two I will be working on really. Second this account reached the story limit due to Owl's many projects (that suck.... Don't tell him.) So this used to be a pokemon fic that was dropped as he just didn't like it. So I am confiscation it for this fic. Thats about it, Remember I am now Owl he has Irl stuff so he can't write so you gotta just deal with me if you reading this from his other stories. He will eventually come back or maybe I'll take them over who knows.... On to the fic I guess.-----

"AGAIN!" Shouting at Piccolo he begun charging his laser yet again.

"What will you do if you die Eins? Can't help to wonder f you will die from your Mom for training like this."

"Why do you care? You don't even have a mom."

With a flash of light and a beam shot forward and made its way directly into my hands. I winced at the pain slightly, but over all the ki Piccolo fired at me was nothing. A second later I shatter the beam he fired and I huffed.

Interrupting ki waves was difficult however I loved the idea of just stopping other martial artists in their tracks. So I was training with Piccolo for practice. Speaking of...

Piccolo yawned, he grew up way faster than me, but he was also way younger than me. Even now he was only half my age. Piccolo spoke again, I may not have a Mom, but yours still scares me."

I waved him off, "Uncle Gohan nor Kame will let you die. We should get going though I think Mom is having a party with her friends."

Piccolo shrugged, "Parties aren't my thing."

I raised and eyebrow, "Bro, people aren't your thing."

Piccolo grumbled, but I was right and he knew it. So without words, We both began floating into the sky before blasting off towards West city. Mom was the Ox princess and Dad was... Well I actually don't know who my dad is. According to Mom he was some martial artist that died during the attack of King Piccolo.

Ultimately I didn't have anything special about me unlike Piccolo that sonabi- My eyes widened as I saw something fall from the sky. It looked liked a meteor, but with his speed and velocity. "Hey piccolo did you just see that thing fall towards Ginger town?"

He nodded, "Let me guess you want to go check it out. We will be late, you kno- I guess we are checking it out."

It seemed Piccolo was asked to check it out by Kame. I laughed, "Taken orders from a geezer!" I bolted towards Ginger town before piccolo could get a comeback out. Except I felt it, a power as strong as Uncle Gohan.

My eyes began to widen though as I saw the destruction and as I got closer I heard the screams. I landed and with a single motion I shattered the ball oif energy and stared down the man who fired it.

"Run along, ya geezer." The old man who was being shot at nodded and begun running once more.

"And what do we have here?"

I pointed at the man just as Piccolo landed behind him. "Same goes to you."

"Heh, got me surrounded. I suppose it doesn't hurt to enlighten the dead. My name is Crocili! I am a Sayian... And your planet will soon be ours!"

He sent a bolt of energy towards me and I popped it yet again. He had his hand to the thing on his face. It seemed like some kind of device to check a person's level of ki. Before he scanned Piccolo I shot a beam of ki at him.

He jumped out of they way, "Heh, trying to stop me? What does a rinky dink loser like you gonna do! I have a power level of 600! with yours of 100 what can you do."

Piccolo caught my eyes and understood. He blasted the device on his face, and this so called sayian jumped in shock. It seemed he really had no idea. I normally suppressed my ki while piccolo could, he just chose not to.

"Ha, Do you know how hard that was to get?"

Crocili pointed his finger at me and he began charging an attack. I rolled my eyes, I grabbed his hand as the beam fired past me. I snapped his wrist and twisted. Crocili fell forward and i slammed him against the destroyed ground.

"Release me! Eh? How are you so strong, let go!"

"Crocili you called yourself? We got some questions for you."

Crocili scoffed, "Like I'd answer some namekian in a backwater planet."

I looked up at Piccolo and he shrugged, Piccolo said, "The fuck is a namekian?"

For my own response, "I'm a human and he is a Yoshi."

Crocili then looked at us in disbelief. "The green one you dumb-asses."

I looked at Piccolo and he gave yet another shrug, "What? As far as I know I am a demon."

I looked back at Crocili, "He's a demon apparently."

Crocili realized quickly that if he didn't give us answers he'd be stuck here. Pinned under someone he thought was weaker than him. He slammed his head into the concrete. "What are you doing?"

He slammed his head into the concrete again and it broke apart. He tried again and then sighed, "Trying to kill myself, but you have terrible streets."

"Oh yeah, you would be surprised by how many potholes there are on a street used only bby hover cars."

Crocili slammed his head again, before asking. "Can you suppress power levels through transformation?"

I laughed, "God I wish! being able to transform would be so cool! Too bad I only have total ki control. Real op, just you know uber boring."

Crocili made a sound in between a sigh and a whimper. Piccolo poked him in the face and raised an eyebrow, "I think you broke his spirit with that one. Sounds like he can transform."

-----Pov Crocili------

I could let out a sound similar to a sigh and a whimper. If 100 wasn't this guys real power level I was so fucked. Which explained why they destroyed my scouter. The namekian likely would've revealed it. Which left my only chance to escape during a full moon tomorrow.

The namekian poked me, "I think you broke his spirit with that one. Sounds like he can transform."

Fuuuuuuuuuck! At least they don't know ho-

"Maybe he transforms in the moonlight like some kind of werewolf! Uncle Gohan fought one of those in the past an-"

I didn't listen to the rest as I slammed my head into the concrete again. Forcing myself into sweet unconsciousness.