Author's Note: So, I am making a Piccolo Love Story. Hope it's gonna be good. Thanks for reading. Um, I don't know what to say.
He was after me. So, I ran. I ran as fast as I could. Anywhere I could. Just to get away from him. At first I thought I was safe in the place I was inhabiting. Then, one night I woke up and half the village was burnt down. He had found me. I ran again, this time covering up my tracks as good as I could. The next place lasted longer than expected. You might even say that I had gotten comfortable. But, that had led to my downfall. I started giving people my real name and communicating with humans. Eventually, word got out and he was the first to get info. Yet again I was found and had to run. I had done it multiple times now and was getting used to moving frequently. Currently, I am staying in a private cabin and am living off of the wild. My name is Que, and this is my story.