Who the heck even cares?!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, it belongs to Akira Toriyama, Toei Animation and Funimation (Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Is it just me or am I the only sick of writing disclaimers?!)
AN:This is just an idea I came up with- in other words I'm bored.
"Ha, Ha, you can't get me Piccolo-san!" Gohan yelled at me. It was the middle of winter, and Gohan like all little boys was making the most of it, including bugging me into a snowball fight. If it had been anybody else but Gohan I would have blasted them into oblivion. Frankly, I don't know why I let the little squirt get away with stuff like this. Heck, I don't even know why I'm friends with him. There's just something about his child like innocence, that I find interesting. The way he looks at the world, he sees the bad, but he can also see the good. I don't know why I care about him, I just do.
A snowball splattered in the side of my head, jarring me out of my thoughts. I turned to see a laughing Gohan. "You should have been paying attention, Piccolo-san!" He said. I smirked and bent down, gathering up a handful of snow, forming it into a ball. "Your the one who better watch out, kid!" I said. Gohan took off. I watched for a second, then took off after him. Who really knows why we have our friendship? Who the heck even cares?!
The End
I have some good news: I finally got my webpage up and going. the address is http://ami.animenetwork.com/mysticwolf/mystic.htm or http://embark.to/mysticwolf if you care to take a look. I posted the first part of my Vegeta and Bulma trilogy on it. I also posted a Goku and Chichi romance.