Piccolo's thoughts about Son Goku.
I hate him. Or so I thought. He proved me wrong. He's always done that. It's funny how fate works. When Kami split himself in half, my father, the evil half took Goku on when he was a kid. My father didn't win the battle.
Because of Goku I was born, and as a kid and young fighter I grew up hating him. Tournaments were the only thing I had. Being that I could triple my size, I knew I could win the World Martial Arts Tournament. He proved me wrong again by defeating me. I couldn't believe it.
When we were fighting Raditz, Goku held him while I powered up for my cannon beam attack. Goku sacrificed himself so that Radditz wouldn't live. I was happy when I realized Goku intended to go with Radditz. When Goku died, I thought I'd be pleased. Goku had died with such honor. How could I hate someone like that?
What's even stranger is the fact that I hate Goku but Gohan his son is my friend. On Nameck we all fought Frieza together. Me, Vegeta my enemy, Gohan, and Krillin. During my fights with Frieza I had a bonus. I had fused with another Nameck. But it still wasn't enough.
As Vegeta was getting the stuffing beating out of him, Goku finally finished healing and arrived at the battle field and told us that it was great to see us, that we were all stronger and that it was the first time he had arrived at a battle without us all being beaten up. I wasn't sure how I felt then. Perhaps when I saw him win the first scuffle against Frieza, I was confused and thought my eyes had played tricks on me.
During the fight between them, I think I was scared. For in my opinion they were both monsters. Frieza was the bad monster and Goku was the good monster. As Goku was fighting Frieza, Frieza used his tail to hit Goku into a crevice filled with lava. He fell into the crevice. I was afraid for him and the rest of us. Without him we would all die. We had no chance against Frieza without Goku. When he came up with the lava and shouted, "My pant's on fire!" I found it funny but I was relieved. He was alive. We still had a chance.
Then when Goku was rushing to create a spirit bomb to use against Frieza, I knew, knew I had to help him. I not only helped him with keeping Frieza busy while he finished the attack but I saved him. When the bomb exploded, we were blown away by the impact of the explosion. When I brought him up out of the water I again wasn't sure how I felt. Relieved perhaps for the battle was finally over and we were alive. Or so I thought. Then I took a hit for Goku because Frieza survived the spirit bomb attack. I don't know why I did that, I just did.
King Kai devised a plan to bring everyone back that Frieza and company killed. With the help of the Dragon Balls of Earth everyone was brought back and with the help of the Dragon Balls from Nameck everyone was transported off the planet except for Frieza and Goku. When I came to, I was on Earth and told that Goku had gone super saiya-jin. At that point I realized that Goku's character and power were more than my own. It's vexing to admit. I still hate him or at least I thought I hated him. Now he's my friend. Strange how fate works isn't it? From my arch-enemy that I want to kill, to a friend that I wanted to stay on Nameck with and help fight even though the planet was going to explode.
Fate is indeed a strange master.
Lady Kyia.