The Blacker Side of Being Green

The Blacker Side of Being Green is my first Fan Fiction on this Wiki. It is about the life of the Nameless Namek, and later, King Piccolo. Please be good to it :)

Prologue to a Nightmare
My earliest memories are not of mine, or his. They were of ours. Our first memory was awakening into a strange room. There was one chair facing out a large round window. Out the window was a large canyon in a rocky land. Strong gusts of wind blew debris around the land. In front of the chair was a small stand with two buttons. Other than that, the only area that stood out here was a large, round, indented area. We stood on it, us blurting "Piccolo!" on instinct. The floor lowered down onto the ground outside. Immediately, we were taken by the temperature, it was freezing cold, much not to our taste, it would seem that we were used to warmer weather.

Feeling that we couldn't take it much longer, we went back inside, saying "Piccolo" to close the floor. This time when we went inside, we noticed something we hadn't before. There was a note on the chair. We picked it up and read it: "Stay here, we'll be back." We decided to follow the notes instructions and stay in the area. No one showed up that day, so we went to sleep on the chair. The next day, we went out again, breathing in the cold air, trying to get accustomed to the landscape we lived in. Near the structure, we saw a puddle. We looked into it to see our reflection. We were shocked, and we had a reason to be, we looked frightening. We were green all over, with two short antennae on our forehead. Our ears were long and pointy. Yet the most noticeable feature was the fact that we had no hair of any sort, our head was shiny and bald, our brows the same.

We observed the structure afterwards. It was raised on four long, white, spikes. Six spikes were also on the top of the structure. The structure itself was white all over, excluding the deep blue window. The structure itself was long and ovular.

We went back inside afterwards, sleeping on the chair for the night. The days became similar and bland afterwards. Eventually, we grew from a small, young boy into a young man. One day it panged to us that whoever the people from the note may never come back. That was the day I decided to leave this cold, desolate land. We jumped into the air, stopping in midair. "I'm flying!" we exclaimed. Stunned by the new ability, we put it to use. We flew south bound, stopping for the night in a warm bog. We slept on a patch of grass growing on the sloppy mud.

The next day, we were awoken to the sound of a boy screaming, "MONSTER!!!" Next thing we knew, we were hoisted up and carried by four strong arms.