Falling Away from Me
By Desertdweller
Authors Note: This is an A/U fiction. I do not own any of the characters, but I do like to kidnap them and play with them a little bit. Piccolo Angst. Attempted Suicide in this fiction. The characters are in a band.. Thank you Hipkatze! ~~~~Means POV…
"Hey, I'm feeling tired
My time, is gone today
You flew with suicide
Sometimes, that's ok
Hear what others say
I'm here, standing hollow
Falling away from me
Falling away from me "
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Piccolo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sat up in my bed. The clock beside my bed burn crimson numbers into my retina. One in the morning.
Damn…
Again I couldn't get any sleep. A storm had been raging all night. The lightning looking like electric arrows shot from the heavens. Thunder rumbles painfully against my delicate eardrums. I loved storms but hated the noise.
I got out of bed and pulled on my pants. Why I get dressed when I get up, I don't know. I don't have any roommates. I used to live on Kami's…excuse me… Dende's Lookout. But he and Nail live there now, together.
I had unfused with him sometime after the Babidi mess. He and Dende now live together happily.
Yeah, together.
Dende even invited his brother and his lover to live there with him. That was too many people to live around for me. Plus, I am not the nice, talkative type of person and I couldn't get any peace. So, I moved. I am used to being alone so this really didn't bother me. I managed to find a lone little apartment cottage on the outskirts of town. There wasn't much traffic here, which suited me fine.
I walk over to my guitar case. Since I can't sleep, I suppose I will practice then.
I learned while growing up in the wilderness that I had a talent for mimicry. That had helped me survive as a child. So when Goku asked me if I wanted to be in his band that he was putting together, I said whatever and joined. I knew I could sing, but I had to learn how to play instruments. I had always liked electric guitars and pianos, so I learned to play the bass and keyboard.
Goku seemed surprised that I had a talent for things other than fighting. As did the others, even Gohan. His talents exceeded just fighting. He could do other things as well. I was and still very proud of him. He was my first friend. Vegeta was still an acquaintance. Goku, also, had managed to pierce my defenses and get past my attitude to become another person close to me.
I wondered if I was going crazy. The one guy I was destined to kill had become another confidante to me. Somehow that happy-go lucky moron had managed to become my friend. I smiled as I thought of him. His first son looked remarkably like him. Gohan had his father's looks as well as his powers. I shook my head. Lovely, now I had to put up with those two constantly. Somehow, though, it didn't seem as bad as it used to. I stare at the window. The rain continues to batter the glass as if the two were at war. Eerie flashes of lightning illuminate the coal hued sky. I have always loved storms. I think it is because I was hatched amidst one. The first sound I remember hearing was the rumble of thunder and the first sight I beheld was a brilliant streak of lightning. I put my guitar down. And look back at the clock.
Sigh…
Three already. I didn't even practice. I just sat and mused. I need to get some sleep anyhow. I lower the shades and walk back over to the bed. I lay down and close my eyes, waiting for sleep to defeat my consciousness. I lay awake, thinking. As my awareness begins to fade, I think about the one person who means the most to me. Then all goes black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Goku~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am the first to arrive this morning. The others will usually be here within thirty minutes with Vegeta being the latest, as usual. I hear my son, Gohan, arrive. He smiles at me with his usual cheerful grin. I smile back. We begin to set up the equipment. Bass. Keyboard. Amps. Drums. Microphones, if needed. Soon, with the two of us working we finish. Stealthy footsteps padding down the corridor towards the main room alert me to the arrival of Piccolo. Lean, and with a feline grace he pads in. He looks rough. I wonder if he got any sleep. He sits down on a stool and picks up his bass. I decide to speak to him.
"Hey, Piccolo."
He turns to me and looks at me with clouded sable eyes, visible even through the Ray-Bans he wears. His face is a mask of calm, as always. Yet, I can sense a storm underneath that cool veneer he is wearing. I don't say anything though.
"Morning," is his cool reply.
Gohan' s voice suddenly intrudes.
"Piccolo-san!" he cheerfully says to his long-time friend. I watch as the cool green warrior begins to warm up around the boy. A small but noticeable smile forms on his face.
" Hey Gohan," he replies with a tinge of warmth in his voice.
In response to Piccolo, Gohan gives his mentor a hug. I can't help but to wish I could do the same. ' Maybe a bit more as well' my mind adds.
That thought startles me.
Whoa… wait a minute! I am married, with two children and I am feeling these emotions about a guy?!
I shake my head. I must be going crazy.
Thankfully, before my thoughts go any further, Vegeta enters the room. His stride proud and royal. He sits down beside Piccolo. The two are a pair. One tall and quiet, but dignified. The other short and quiet, but proud. I watch as Gohan wishes Vegeta a good morning as well. I also notice that there is a long glance that passes between my son and the prince. I also notice that Piccolo is watching the two as well. I watch as a look of pain passes across his face then quickly vanishes.
Damn… He loves the boy. But he won't interfere with what makes Gohan happy.
I respect him a lot for that. But I wish I could do something to ease his pain.
My heart aches as I watch him glance at Gohan with quick glimpses. He knows he can never say what he feels, but it doesn't do any thing to heal the wound I can see growing as Gohan slips farther and farther in Vegeta's grasp.
Practice seems to end all too soon to me. The music's harmony seems to drive away any unwanted thoughts replacing them with a kind of contentment with one's life. But, like any other kind of addiction the afterglow fades all to suddenly and real life forces itself back in to the forefront of your existance.
Vegeta puts down his guitar and begins to stretch. Piccolo climbs down off of the stool he was sitting on and puts his down as well. Gohan pulls away from the keyboard and turns to talk to his mentor. I watch as the attention Piccolo gets from Gohan makes his face light up.
Again the thought comes unbidden from the depths of my heart.
" I wish he would come over and speak to me."
I shake my head… What is wrong with me?
And yet… When he comes over here after talking with my son… I don't feel so…
Lonely.
More to come….
Dedicated to Princess Chi… For all the reviews she has given.
To Be Continued.
By Desertdweller
Authors Note: This is an A/U fiction. I do not own any of the characters, but I do like to kidnap them and play with them a little bit. Piccolo Angst. Attempted Suicide in this fiction. The characters are in a band.. Thank you Hipkatze! ~~~~Means POV…
"Hey, I'm feeling tired
My time, is gone today
You flew with suicide
Sometimes, that's ok
Hear what others say
I'm here, standing hollow
Falling away from me
Falling away from me "
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Piccolo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sat up in my bed. The clock beside my bed burn crimson numbers into my retina. One in the morning.
Damn…
Again I couldn't get any sleep. A storm had been raging all night. The lightning looking like electric arrows shot from the heavens. Thunder rumbles painfully against my delicate eardrums. I loved storms but hated the noise.
I got out of bed and pulled on my pants. Why I get dressed when I get up, I don't know. I don't have any roommates. I used to live on Kami's…excuse me… Dende's Lookout. But he and Nail live there now, together.
I had unfused with him sometime after the Babidi mess. He and Dende now live together happily.
Yeah, together.
Dende even invited his brother and his lover to live there with him. That was too many people to live around for me. Plus, I am not the nice, talkative type of person and I couldn't get any peace. So, I moved. I am used to being alone so this really didn't bother me. I managed to find a lone little apartment cottage on the outskirts of town. There wasn't much traffic here, which suited me fine.
I walk over to my guitar case. Since I can't sleep, I suppose I will practice then.
I learned while growing up in the wilderness that I had a talent for mimicry. That had helped me survive as a child. So when Goku asked me if I wanted to be in his band that he was putting together, I said whatever and joined. I knew I could sing, but I had to learn how to play instruments. I had always liked electric guitars and pianos, so I learned to play the bass and keyboard.
Goku seemed surprised that I had a talent for things other than fighting. As did the others, even Gohan. His talents exceeded just fighting. He could do other things as well. I was and still very proud of him. He was my first friend. Vegeta was still an acquaintance. Goku, also, had managed to pierce my defenses and get past my attitude to become another person close to me.
I wondered if I was going crazy. The one guy I was destined to kill had become another confidante to me. Somehow that happy-go lucky moron had managed to become my friend. I smiled as I thought of him. His first son looked remarkably like him. Gohan had his father's looks as well as his powers. I shook my head. Lovely, now I had to put up with those two constantly. Somehow, though, it didn't seem as bad as it used to. I stare at the window. The rain continues to batter the glass as if the two were at war. Eerie flashes of lightning illuminate the coal hued sky. I have always loved storms. I think it is because I was hatched amidst one. The first sound I remember hearing was the rumble of thunder and the first sight I beheld was a brilliant streak of lightning. I put my guitar down. And look back at the clock.
Sigh…
Three already. I didn't even practice. I just sat and mused. I need to get some sleep anyhow. I lower the shades and walk back over to the bed. I lay down and close my eyes, waiting for sleep to defeat my consciousness. I lay awake, thinking. As my awareness begins to fade, I think about the one person who means the most to me. Then all goes black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Goku~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am the first to arrive this morning. The others will usually be here within thirty minutes with Vegeta being the latest, as usual. I hear my son, Gohan, arrive. He smiles at me with his usual cheerful grin. I smile back. We begin to set up the equipment. Bass. Keyboard. Amps. Drums. Microphones, if needed. Soon, with the two of us working we finish. Stealthy footsteps padding down the corridor towards the main room alert me to the arrival of Piccolo. Lean, and with a feline grace he pads in. He looks rough. I wonder if he got any sleep. He sits down on a stool and picks up his bass. I decide to speak to him.
"Hey, Piccolo."
He turns to me and looks at me with clouded sable eyes, visible even through the Ray-Bans he wears. His face is a mask of calm, as always. Yet, I can sense a storm underneath that cool veneer he is wearing. I don't say anything though.
"Morning," is his cool reply.
Gohan' s voice suddenly intrudes.
"Piccolo-san!" he cheerfully says to his long-time friend. I watch as the cool green warrior begins to warm up around the boy. A small but noticeable smile forms on his face.
" Hey Gohan," he replies with a tinge of warmth in his voice.
In response to Piccolo, Gohan gives his mentor a hug. I can't help but to wish I could do the same. ' Maybe a bit more as well' my mind adds.
That thought startles me.
Whoa… wait a minute! I am married, with two children and I am feeling these emotions about a guy?!
I shake my head. I must be going crazy.
Thankfully, before my thoughts go any further, Vegeta enters the room. His stride proud and royal. He sits down beside Piccolo. The two are a pair. One tall and quiet, but dignified. The other short and quiet, but proud. I watch as Gohan wishes Vegeta a good morning as well. I also notice that there is a long glance that passes between my son and the prince. I also notice that Piccolo is watching the two as well. I watch as a look of pain passes across his face then quickly vanishes.
Damn… He loves the boy. But he won't interfere with what makes Gohan happy.
I respect him a lot for that. But I wish I could do something to ease his pain.
My heart aches as I watch him glance at Gohan with quick glimpses. He knows he can never say what he feels, but it doesn't do any thing to heal the wound I can see growing as Gohan slips farther and farther in Vegeta's grasp.
Practice seems to end all too soon to me. The music's harmony seems to drive away any unwanted thoughts replacing them with a kind of contentment with one's life. But, like any other kind of addiction the afterglow fades all to suddenly and real life forces itself back in to the forefront of your existance.
Vegeta puts down his guitar and begins to stretch. Piccolo climbs down off of the stool he was sitting on and puts his down as well. Gohan pulls away from the keyboard and turns to talk to his mentor. I watch as the attention Piccolo gets from Gohan makes his face light up.
Again the thought comes unbidden from the depths of my heart.
" I wish he would come over and speak to me."
I shake my head… What is wrong with me?
And yet… When he comes over here after talking with my son… I don't feel so…
Lonely.
More to come….
Dedicated to Princess Chi… For all the reviews she has given.
To Be Continued.
