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You should know the drill…this isn't my character, I didn't create them or any other affiliate characters, I am not in employment with anyone related to the makings of anything for these characters ….you get it right? I don't own DBZ.
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Early dawn…pink fingers of light curled around the horizon pushing away the last shreds of night. As the sun rose it left a bright trail of golden light spreading out across the forest, a solitary figure sat at the top of a mountain, saturated with the warm light of early morning.
Opening one eye, they grunted and resettled into comfort though they sat rigid. His cape snapped in the rising wind blowing the turban from his head sending it cascading down the mountainside. Piccolo stood, releasing the cape from his body and watched as it was snapped up by the wind and carried across acres. He scanned the valley that lay far below his feet, it was calm and desolate…perfect for a solitary guy like himself. He took to the sky, his feet coming off of the clay mountaintop, and headed for the familiar waterfall where he expected someone to be waiting for him.
The wind blew across his face and rumpled his clothes, blowing off layers of dust that had accumulated over night. As the sun awoke, so did other things in the forest and he watched from his view as the calm of early morning started to perk up the creatures that dwelled there.
Piccolo arrived at the waterfall to find that he was early. Not worried, and willing to take advantage of his time alone he descended onto the pool of ice blue water and perched on a rock near its center. Loosening his gie, he tugged it off of his girth and walked off of the rock. Piccolo plummeted into the frigid water, reveling in the sheer cleanliness of it. He swam a few feet and surfaced floating on his back in the water, beads of it running off of his bulk and the ones that were left shimmered in the morning light. Breathing deep he swam back to the rock and sat next to his clothing letting the sun dry his skin.
The sun felt good on his skin, it reminded him of something he hadn't felt for a long time but he let the thought go as he heard Gohan tearing through the forest near by. He stood and dressed, the remains of a memory hung in the back of his mind but he would have to bring that up and look at it more closely later.
You should know the drill…this isn't my character, I didn't create them or any other affiliate characters, I am not in employment with anyone related to the makings of anything for these characters ….you get it right? I don't own DBZ.
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Early dawn…pink fingers of light curled around the horizon pushing away the last shreds of night. As the sun rose it left a bright trail of golden light spreading out across the forest, a solitary figure sat at the top of a mountain, saturated with the warm light of early morning.
Opening one eye, they grunted and resettled into comfort though they sat rigid. His cape snapped in the rising wind blowing the turban from his head sending it cascading down the mountainside. Piccolo stood, releasing the cape from his body and watched as it was snapped up by the wind and carried across acres. He scanned the valley that lay far below his feet, it was calm and desolate…perfect for a solitary guy like himself. He took to the sky, his feet coming off of the clay mountaintop, and headed for the familiar waterfall where he expected someone to be waiting for him.
The wind blew across his face and rumpled his clothes, blowing off layers of dust that had accumulated over night. As the sun awoke, so did other things in the forest and he watched from his view as the calm of early morning started to perk up the creatures that dwelled there.
Piccolo arrived at the waterfall to find that he was early. Not worried, and willing to take advantage of his time alone he descended onto the pool of ice blue water and perched on a rock near its center. Loosening his gie, he tugged it off of his girth and walked off of the rock. Piccolo plummeted into the frigid water, reveling in the sheer cleanliness of it. He swam a few feet and surfaced floating on his back in the water, beads of it running off of his bulk and the ones that were left shimmered in the morning light. Breathing deep he swam back to the rock and sat next to his clothing letting the sun dry his skin.
The sun felt good on his skin, it reminded him of something he hadn't felt for a long time but he let the thought go as he heard Gohan tearing through the forest near by. He stood and dressed, the remains of a memory hung in the back of his mind but he would have to bring that up and look at it more closely later.