God Speed Great Teacher
The sun shone brightly to fight back the chill of the autumn monring. Gohan had long accepted that this planet he was on no longer had a use for seasons. He wondered when he would get to see spring again, he felt desperate for something warm. The cold air gave him chills down his spine, more so from nerves though. He could still remember his first regimen, when Piccolo had taken him under his wing. He was weak then, a pitiful child. The Namekian saw through his weakness, he saw into the center of his being and called forth something he had feared in himself. His saiyan blood, masked by human lineage, was not something he was inclined to accept as a youth; it was what seperated him from his home and forced him to wage war in barren lands. Piccolo forced him to see where his home truly was. Through the cold nights, as he kept a watchful eye on his childish self, Piccolo was his guardian in a savage world. He would never have to feel alone again.
But now that Piccolo was gone, with certainly no return...it was almost as if he had been desserted by the barrens in which he fought. His own blood was becoming a river of cold ice. Was this what it truly meant to be a warrior? To see loss, to feel it in ones bones. To realize that you must carry the weight of your fallen, a weight that cannot simply be unharnessed. Gohan would allow himself some time to grieve. He would take the discipline his teacher had given him and focus it. It would allow him to continue. His final gift to Piccolo would be more than a meager grave. It would be the outcome of his life. In Gohan's heart, the life he would lead was now inseperable from the life from whom it was given.
Gohan lifted his hands to the sky. He knew that to form the spirit bomb as a send off would be an abuse of gaia's trust, but he still wanted to feel the earth reach out to him. Like a friend he needed to feel it's warmth bring him to life, to feel the sea and the land and each being on the planet come to his aid. The smalled drops of light began to dance like fireflies above him. Feeble sparks of light danced across the sky. Somewhere a great Namekian sighs in relief, no longer bearing a weight across his shoulders...