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Chapter 8
Piccolo's Wisdom
Originally there was no intention of actually going to Vegeta in the midst of Gohan's sudden rise in power, but as his thoughts were thrown recklessly around in his head his frustration was building into rage. Logic was slipping from Gohan's grasp as flew through the air faster than any man made machine on earth all the while maintaining a glow of glory. His face was stone and Capsule Corp became his destination, knowing full well that Vegeta would react to his spike in power level and be prepared for him in whatever way he saw would be necessary. He flew faster, more uncontrollably, finally seeming to come unhinged from all the pressure that had been building so tremedously upon his shoulders. A moment finally came when he was flying fully blind from his emotions.
Then he was falling.
A crack hit his back in mid-air sending him spiraling down to the earth below. Fury propelled him upward to counter, but he was not fast enough. A fully Super Saiyan Vegeta slammed his hand down on the neck of the pre-teen Saiyan in front of him, blind to his presence behind him. Gohan's eyes seemed to register into reality as they darkened to normal, his hair falling only to fly upwards as the boy fell to the ground, unconscious.
Vegeta's facial expression never changed, seemingly looking down upon the boy in more ways than one. Disgust masked his face as if wondering how the filth of a half blood was even alive, let alone supposedly stronger than Vegeta himself. He felt anger rising further in him, but he shoved it aside choosing apathy instead.
"Thanks Vegeta. I'll take him from here."
Piccolo walked out from the shadows of covering trees with a stern face frozen in match with Vegeta's. He knelt beside his student, whom he felt wildly responsible for in Goku's absence, and lifted him from the ground, throwing him over his green shoulder.
"Hn. Be my guest."
Piccolo lifted his feet from the ground and to his surprise, Vegeta watched from the earth as he flew away with his enemy's son in his possession instead of flying off with his pride held high. Vegeta held firm to his scowl, but by the way he watched until Piccolo disappeared into the clouds before moving a muscle you would have thought the Prince of all Saiyans actually cared.
Piccolo flew to the lookout, before caually dropping Gohan into the first bed he happened upon. Without even turning his gaze from the boy sleeping before him, he spoke.
"She we wait for him to wake up first?"
Dende and Mr. Popo stood at the door watching the scene before them. The boy hardly looked like a boy at all anymore. If it wasn't for his height, there would hardly be a way of telling him from any other man, any other warrior actually. Gohan's face looked far from peaceful. Anger was stricken painfully on his features, tension in his muscles held tight even in unconsciousness. Gohan was eleven going on forty before their very eyes.
"I.. I don't know. I've finished the alterations to the room as you asked, but I feel the boy deserves some sort of explanation before we leave him alone."
"He'll figure things out on his own, like he's been doing."
"Piccolo, being left on his own is what got him to this state. You should write him a note, then we will leave him. And if you don't write one, I will. The boy will get an explanation, but it's more than obvious none of us need be in his path. Agreed, Piccolo?"
Piccolo held high respect for Mr. Popo after his fusion with Kami, and though technically Piccolo was the qualified one for authority out of the three of them, he'd chosen to lower himself beneath the other two alien men remaining at his position of a warrior and only a warrior. When Mr. Popo spoke to Piccolo in the commanding way he just had, it was usually because he needed to speak Kami's truth to the King Piccolo who didn't want to hear what was best. The eldest green man nodded and left the room, leaving the two smaller men to linger behind with the unstable boy motionless on the white bed. They glanced painfully his way, knowing full well what Gohan had been through since the Cell Games, always watching over him. They had forseen this turn of events as a likely possibility, unaware at what triviality would cause him to snap beneath his well-carried burden.
After Dende recreated the dragon for the dragon balls, Piccolo felt Dende might be able to somehow rewire the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to have no limit to the amount of time a single being could spend within it, however keeping it to a minimum of a few days of maximum use at a time for the outside world. Gohan had already spent one day inside of the chamber, and now Piccolo was sending him in again, no choice given. Gohan may have seemed so much older because of the way he aged within the chamber during his first visit causing him to appear closer to twelve or thirteen than only eleven. Now he would appear to be even older within a few days, more than likely emerging as a young teenager. Many concerns plagued Dende's mind about throwing the Sayain boy, his friend, into a place where a year's time would pass in what would really only be one span of twenty four hours here on earth without giving the boy any choice in the matter. But Piccolo demanded and for some reason, Mr. Popo thought he was right. Dende had trusted Mr. Popo's guidance from the moment he stepped foot on the earth's lookout and wasn't going to start doubting him now, though he couldn't help but feel the worry in the pit of his perpetually empty stomach.
"Woman, Kakarot's mate will be calling you sometime within the next twenty four hours looking for her offspring. You will notify her that he is with Piccolo training and will return to her soon."
Bulma's jaw dropped as she stared at the oaf of an alien man she found herself in love with.
"What?"
"My end of the deal has ben held up and completed. You know what you need to know. You will take care of the pregnant woman and her earthly worries. I'm finished here." Vegeta walked casually out of the room at Capsule Corp as Bulma Briefs watched his sculpted body moving away from hers. She attempted to process the information he'd spoken, trying to force any anger towards him away as to remember everything she felt she needed to remember. Chi-Chi was not her favorite person to talk to at this point, but after everything she''s been through and still going through, Bulma was kind of glad to actually be helping her. Little did she know the phone call was coming sooner rather than later.
Gohan's eyes opened slowly as his jaw unclenched and his muscles ached awake. The brightness of his surroundings immediately sent him sorting through his memories as to where he could possibly be, but came up without an answer. His memory seemed exceptionally blank in his current state. The last thing he could remember was sitting at his desk. Remembering Videl. He shook his head, shoving his own unpleasantness away from him, unsuccessfully, as he finally began to look around. The room he was in was extremely familiar to him, but he couldn't quite remember exactly why he couldn't put a name to this place. But quickly his father's face flashed in his mind and he remembered.
"I'm in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."
Frustration flooded his body as he looked around frantically for another person or the sounds of battle in the distance. But there was nothing. He stood to his feet from the plain, perfectly white bed he was laying in and walked around. He found it to be just as he had remembered it from his time with his father. The fridge was newly stocked with mass quantities of food, cabinets surrounded it full of more things to satisfy his massive appetite and closer back towards his bed sat a large stack of training gi's - half the dark blue and red he wore for Piccolo and half perfect replicas of his father's own gi, except instead of the Turtle and Kai symbols they presented the sympols of Piccolo and Goku himself. Pride filled a place in Gohan's chest, but his frustrations of his entrapment had yet to leave. On top of the clothes made especially for him he found a small, folded piece of paper.
Gohan, you need this. Trust me.
-Piccolo
