Author: This is the first thing that I have written in a very, very long time, besides some drabbles I am trying to coerce out of my brain for Grey's Anatomy. This was inspired by a video I was making for DBZ, and future brought to fruition by one MindoftheChildishlyNaive, who read over this and helped me improve. She herself has some awesome Dragonball Z drabbles, so you should look her up and check them out.
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These Moments In-Between
Even if Piccolo wouldn't acknowledge it out loud, Goten had been right. He would've let go. He always did.
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Gohan was special.
He had to be, of course, to make someone as cold as Piccolo sacrifice himself time and time again. Of course, the would be Demon King had never given it as much thought as he did that single moment after his hand released Goten's arm and the second son of his former rival disappeared in a streak of yellow.
Piccolo called out after the boy, but in his mind's eye it wasn't Goten he was yelling at. It was Gohan, but then again... it wasn't. Gohan had never had a Trunks. He had never had a best friend his age. He had always been surrounded by adults, and he grew up way too fast.
The first time he had ever had to defend the earth, he had only been six and a half years old. He was special, and it was something in that boy's innocent smile that had kept Piccolo around. Even now, when Gohan was in his teenage years, Piccolo was still captured by everything that was Gohan.
So as he let Goten go, he could feel Gohan's ki disappear from his senses.
Even if he wouldn't acknowledge it out loud, Goten had been right. Piccolo would've let go of Gohan. Even if he didn't want to, he always did.