Star ExhaustYou sit and decayStar Exhaust by ~DecemberThePoet
In your old office chair
And the pain is long gone
Because your mind is toxic and gray
Like the smoke off your cigar
But your eyes still seek
Galactic hues in every corner of the room.
King- A Piccolo DrabbleKingKing- A Piccolo Drabble by ~PiccoloIsGreen
Girls dream of becoming princesses. When he was little, he dreamt of becoming a king.
They werent 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 boys 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.