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I died... and I'm green now?!

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A poor boy named Max has not had a good life as a human. Died before 17. Lost his father at 7. Lost his mother at 13 Lost his sister at 16. And killed the guy who killed them. That was fun. Now he is in his favorite show as his favorite character and all he can say now is... Why?! Follow max on an adventure that looks at the more serious aspect of an isekaied man into Piccolo of Dragonball with his own set of traumas and needing to figure out how to live and grow to be better than his old life dictates! Warning: smut, fetishes, dark, dark elements of the human soul on full display, gore, romance between different species, timeline and canon events divergence, and some power level usage for story progress. if none of that works for you then look for a new book. I am going to give this book all my love and effort just like my other works. But please give it a chance if you are up for it.
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Chapter 1 - I died... Or not? (Trigger warning⚠️)

Max didn't have a good life.

He had a shitty life.

In fact his life might as well be a Korean drama that never got the twist to make it good.

He had a happy childhood... Until his dad died in the police force to drug addicts at age 7. His mom remarried to another man two years later.

His father's old partner who had an older daughter from a previous marriage.

He liked the new sister.

He didn't like how quickly his mom switched to a new man.

And after the first year of marriage... It all went down hill.

Hisother left for a two month long business trip and Max thought he would be able to adjust himself with his new dad. He grew up knowing him from when his father was his partner. And he was the cool uncle.

But when Max approached him to see if he could work past the grudge of how fast they came together after his father's passing... All he met was hatred.

And his new stepdad his it well.

It began with the beatings.

Then the verbal abuse.

Then blaming him for being in the way of his new dads happiness with his mom.

The only one who was on his side was his new sister. Who noticed the beatings after the first week.

She tried to stop them.

But ended up on the end of the billy club as well.

Something triggered their dad.

So the kids endured. For three whole years they endured the treatment.

Until an unfortunate accident took their mom away. And then they were left to their dad's devices.

He beat Max daily. And would ask his sister for help with a chore between the two of them here and there ever since she turned 17.

Max being the 13 year old he was... Wasn't naive. He heard the grunts and he heard the moans.

He was hoping his sister wasn't in too much pain while Max tried to drown them out. With his favorite show.

Dragonball.

He loved it. How strong the characters got. How awesome the villains were. Then he got to Piccolo and how he was able to change his life from being evil. To having good friends around.

It was another year when his sister was an adultt hat she left that house and took Max under her wing as his legal guardian.

It was great!

For the next two years he had everything he wanted. He had a middle school life he could enjoy. He went to karate and jeet kun do classes like Bruce Lee!

He enjoyed being away from that man.

He only made two friends but they were cool dudes who enjoyed anime as well.

But one day... It all came crashing down.

Max came home one day after karate practice to their house.

It's door was broken and he smelt blood.

Running inside he saw his sister. She was bloodied and full of three gunshot holes to the chest.

But also... She was naked. And had white stuff all over her ripped clothing.

He was shocked right before he felt a punch slam into his face.

He was dizzy and his ears were ringing when he looked up to see his step dad standing over him. Looking down at him and looking haggard and pale. He was holding an old Smith and Wesson policy revolver model. But his uniform was missing.

After an inhale of his cig he spoke, "You kids are damn hard to find. But thankfully I had enough connections with the gangs to find which state you both moved to away from me."

Max whimpers and asks, "Gangs?! Wait... Sis didn't want to escape just you using her sid she? YOU WERE CORRUPT AND WICKED YOU BASTARD!!"

Right as he stood to kick at him stepdad pulled the trigger and shot out his left knee cap. Max yelled out and fell to the ground in pain.

He went for his phone but it got slapped away. Stepdad noticed the last message and smirked. "Heh you're friends with Johnny Calson? He ratted you two out. It was a way for him to get my recommendation to enter a local gang around here famous for getting good money to their subordinates. And to think... He called you friend for a bit huh?"

Max went pale as his memories went to Johnny. He was a cool laid back dude but dedicated to the lessons they went to together. His eyes went to pinpricks in anger as he saw red.

And it turned into a white haze when he heard what his stepdad did next.

"And man I thought it would have been better since I was sleeping with your mom before I had that hit placed on your dad by those gangsters. Oh well you're dying here nothing for it now. Time to die kid. I always hated you for being the offspring of my rival and the woman I loved. Until I figured... I like them younger."

With an evil and wicked smirk he readies the guns hammer while Max went white visioned.

A mighty roar sounded out and then everything was blank.

When he came to. Max was on his back. A new bullet hole was in his right shoulder and on his tracea. He was coughing up blood. But he looked around the house.

It was covered in blood. His stepfathers corpse was in pieces. An arm on the couch. A leg through the tv. His other leg broken in three places. But his arm was holding the smoking gun. However what was priceless was how his families killer had his face stuck in the position of screaming his head off in agony.

Max smirked while drowning in his own blood.

Before he felt the darkness begin to take him.

He had one thought, Man... I'm glad my life was used to avenge. If I had one regret. It's that I didn't kill more bastards like him during my life. And protect people like my sister. She deserved to live. Not that fate... I... Wish... Dragonball...

And then he thought no more.

At least until a minute later when he felt himself jostle hard inside something hard.

He moved a bit then punched his way out. He crawled out of the container. Then looked back at it. It was... And egg?

He swore he saw it somewhe-!

He rushed on unsteady feet to a nearby lake and looked at his reflection. He saw a chubby green face with antennas on it. Showing a young body no bigger than a five year old... And he felt powerful.

He looked at his hands and saw energy flow around them.

He looked to the wilderness around him picked a rock and killed an energy blast to escape. It reduced the rock to pebbles.

He looked at his hands once more and had one simple thought, "Shit... I'm Piccolo. Could be worse."

He patted his body through his clothes and made sure he was intact. As he finally had the moment to cry over the loss of his family and his sisters fate.

He went into an anguished crying state for the better part of an hour before he finally cried himself better.

He looked around and then realized he would have to survive this world of Dragonball. He needed a plan.

But first things first. He had to address two problems.

He looked at a number that floated over the back of his hand that read PL: 180

And second, "Why the hell do I have a penis as a namekian?!"