O Ok I am not sure if this has been done, but to me it seems to obvious not to have been done before, but I
was just thinking and it struck me so I went for it. If the basic plot of this happens in GT I have no idea coz
I live in Britain and we haven't had those episodes yet. But any way let me know what you think of the first
chapter.
A Longing
Piccolo sighed. He looked out to the mountains, the sun was setting, it had just reached the ridge of the
snow capped tops, releasing a burst of red into the sky. Unlike most people Piccolo saw this serene
landscape, and thought of how it reminded him of a wound that never closed. The reds and oranges stirred
into the purple as the sun moved lower in the sky. Piccolo couldn't help but think that it looked like the
mixing of a namekians blood with another.
Piccolo sat on his ridge waiting for the gradual appearance of the night, the last remaining beams of sun
made the sweat glisten on the warriors face, training seemed to be the only tool he had for taking his mind
off the feeling in the pit of his stomach. He dreaded when he was forced to retire because of fatigue, if he
wasn't training his mind would wander back to this sense emptiness. It had gradually gotten stronger after
Majin Buu had been destroyed, his mind kept going back to his home planet Namek. He had only been
there for a short time, but it had been a beautiful sight and one of his favourite memories. But it had only
left him wanting more, he had been devastated when Namek had bee destroyed, he felt for his fellow
Namekians, but he couldn't help but feel more cheated than they were. To have something that he had
longed for his whole life put in front of him, only to be taken away in such a cruel way, it was as if he could
still hear Frieza laughing at what his destruction had caused.
He didn't feel as if he was needed here anymore, in fact the truth was he hadn't felt needed by anyone in
a long time. He missed that sensation, as much as he hated to admit it. He wondered if it was that feeling
that made Goku such an unrelenting opponent, the knowledge that you were needed, knowing that if you
were called upon you had the ability to protect your loved ones.
If the world is a stage, then Piccolo felt that he had played his part, and although he may have received a
standing ovation he was now forgotten and cast into the wings, only to return as a supporting character in a
drama that was perhaps to big for even him to comprehend.
When Gohan had asked him why he had not returned to the new Namek, he had simply told the boy that he
felt he was needed on Earth. Where in fact it had been one of many reasons why he had stayed. He had
wanted to stay close to Gohan, he felt that with the return of Goku, the child would surely relish the
prospect of spending some 'quality' time with his father, far more than he would his old mentor. To others
this may have seemed the perfect reason to leave. Piccolo however , who had spent the first part of his life
thriving on revenge and suffering, had only just experienced friendship, he wanted to hold on to it for as
long as possible.
Yet now with Gohan busy with his family, he didn't have time for Piccolo, and Piccolo wasn't the type to
go and actually find Gohan to speak to him, instead he trained. Always the same question would come to
the forefront of his mind.
"Should I go back to Namek?" He said it aloud, yet it sounded so strange to hear himself say it. Piccolo sat
on his ridge for a little longer, pondering his question. With another sigh he went to stand, amplified his
energy to clothe himself presentably, then flew back to the lookout , for yet another uncomfortable night of
sleep depravation.
To be continued..
I am REALLY sorry that this chapter is so short, but I was havin' a lot of trouble with it, but I wanted to
get it done before Christmas, like most of my stories I don't know how it is gonna end so n e kinda view
points u wanna give feel free. Thanks and Merry Christmas!!!
was just thinking and it struck me so I went for it. If the basic plot of this happens in GT I have no idea coz
I live in Britain and we haven't had those episodes yet. But any way let me know what you think of the first
chapter.
A Longing
Piccolo sighed. He looked out to the mountains, the sun was setting, it had just reached the ridge of the
snow capped tops, releasing a burst of red into the sky. Unlike most people Piccolo saw this serene
landscape, and thought of how it reminded him of a wound that never closed. The reds and oranges stirred
into the purple as the sun moved lower in the sky. Piccolo couldn't help but think that it looked like the
mixing of a namekians blood with another.
Piccolo sat on his ridge waiting for the gradual appearance of the night, the last remaining beams of sun
made the sweat glisten on the warriors face, training seemed to be the only tool he had for taking his mind
off the feeling in the pit of his stomach. He dreaded when he was forced to retire because of fatigue, if he
wasn't training his mind would wander back to this sense emptiness. It had gradually gotten stronger after
Majin Buu had been destroyed, his mind kept going back to his home planet Namek. He had only been
there for a short time, but it had been a beautiful sight and one of his favourite memories. But it had only
left him wanting more, he had been devastated when Namek had bee destroyed, he felt for his fellow
Namekians, but he couldn't help but feel more cheated than they were. To have something that he had
longed for his whole life put in front of him, only to be taken away in such a cruel way, it was as if he could
still hear Frieza laughing at what his destruction had caused.
He didn't feel as if he was needed here anymore, in fact the truth was he hadn't felt needed by anyone in
a long time. He missed that sensation, as much as he hated to admit it. He wondered if it was that feeling
that made Goku such an unrelenting opponent, the knowledge that you were needed, knowing that if you
were called upon you had the ability to protect your loved ones.
If the world is a stage, then Piccolo felt that he had played his part, and although he may have received a
standing ovation he was now forgotten and cast into the wings, only to return as a supporting character in a
drama that was perhaps to big for even him to comprehend.
When Gohan had asked him why he had not returned to the new Namek, he had simply told the boy that he
felt he was needed on Earth. Where in fact it had been one of many reasons why he had stayed. He had
wanted to stay close to Gohan, he felt that with the return of Goku, the child would surely relish the
prospect of spending some 'quality' time with his father, far more than he would his old mentor. To others
this may have seemed the perfect reason to leave. Piccolo however , who had spent the first part of his life
thriving on revenge and suffering, had only just experienced friendship, he wanted to hold on to it for as
long as possible.
Yet now with Gohan busy with his family, he didn't have time for Piccolo, and Piccolo wasn't the type to
go and actually find Gohan to speak to him, instead he trained. Always the same question would come to
the forefront of his mind.
"Should I go back to Namek?" He said it aloud, yet it sounded so strange to hear himself say it. Piccolo sat
on his ridge for a little longer, pondering his question. With another sigh he went to stand, amplified his
energy to clothe himself presentably, then flew back to the lookout , for yet another uncomfortable night of
sleep depravation.
To be continued..
I am REALLY sorry that this chapter is so short, but I was havin' a lot of trouble with it, but I wanted to
get it done before Christmas, like most of my stories I don't know how it is gonna end so n e kinda view
points u wanna give feel free. Thanks and Merry Christmas!!!