It was half past 8 in the morning, Piccolo and Gohan's usual training time.
Piccolo grew impatient, and it was made apparent by the twitching of his right eyebrow.
It was unlike Gohan to be late….
It's probably his damn mother.
Just then, Chi-chi came out to hang some laundry. She acknowledged Piccolo with a huff.
But if Chi-chi was outside...where was Gohan?
Irritated, Piccolo swung the boy's window open.
"Gohan!"
He could see the boy's black hair sticking out from under his blanket.
"I will give you 3 seconds before I beat the laziness out of you."
The covers only tightened.
With a growl, he began to count.
"1!...2!...GOHAN!"
Piccolo angrily pulled the covers off the bed with his right hand, and formed a fist with his left.
Unfamiliar eyes slowly opened to meet his.