Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything remotely cool like that. I'm am poor and sadly, I am not THAT creative. :sigh:
Story: This is a one-shot, I decided to do at school, out of boredom. Frankly, I just wanted to make a fic for all the crazy fangirls like me too enjoy. Damn, we need love too!!!!
N-E-WAY!!!!!!, this is a Piccolo/Gohan where Piccolo muses over the fact that he loves Gohan more than he can stand… just read it!!!!! :squeal: =)
He could hear his breathing, even from down the hall. The even intakes of air that puffed his chest out and the release that let it fall. Probably, by now, his mouth was half open, smiling maybe. All his dreams were no doubt filled with happy inventions that only his soft, childlike mind could create. The sheets were, more than likely, at the end of the bed, not covering him. Would he be wearing a shirt, maybe, it is a little co9ld out tonight. Chi-Chi would never want her little dumpling to get a cold. Kami forbid that ever happen!
Back to the topic at hand, the object of his fantasies. The boy, barely a man, barely a teenager! What the hell was he doing! A child, that is what he his. Not the object of his endless, insatiable lust. Why, why did the little brat keep messing with his urges? But, it wasn't his fault. How could a child, one as perfect as him, be responsible? This Namek, it seemed, was just too weak to resist.
Ever since he took Gohan as his pupil, nothing would ever be the same. At first, it was a bottomless pit of hate. A sniffling brat with powers he could never understand because of his overbearing, hag of a mother. His father, an idiot, respectively. He did have to give the man credit. Goku gave his life to save not only his son, but the Earth from his own flesh and blood.
Now, what the hell was he thinking? It has been years since that one year, watching over a brat that never wanted to learn to fight in the first place. This power the boy had over him. A power this weak Namek just couldn't shake.
This past month had been especially… weird? Was that the right word for it? Well, it did start when Goku, the genius, decided to take a dip in the lake after training. Of course, that involves getting undressed, naked, no clothing on what-so-ever! What the hell was that monkey thinking?! It was the three of them, just the three of them and nude. He had to catch his breath at that moment, looking to the object of his uneasiness. Gohan, without any hesitation, had begun to strip his worn cloths off and discarded them to the abyss. He smiled, that childlike smile that melted his heart and made his whole world fall to pieces.
Like all the other invitations before, Piccolo declined the swim and flew to parts unknown. He flew until his body became cold and the urge to be any farther from his Gohan. His only love.
Piccolo looked at the state of his life now and dissected his feelings as honestly as he could. Gohan was the only person on this planet that could understand him. The only one that was able to get past his hard exterior and find the somewhat beating heart that was buried in his chest.
Finally, unable to be away from him any longer, Piccolo flew back to that small lake where his friends were swimming, he leaned against a tree and stared at the water with a content smile on his face. Gohan will never love him the way he did but, at the very least, he could be close to him. He could surround himself with his innocent aura, his love, his overwhelming, infectious happiness.
"Gohan, I love you." He whispered only to the wind.
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