Innocence Gone CH:3
Piccolo silently floated outside the window, watching Goku and Chi Chi. Piccolo quickly teleported away, back to the waterfall. Piccolo felt as if there was a giant hole in the pit of his stomach. Piccolo felt bile rise up in the back of his throat, he felt heat rise to the surface of his face. His vision blurred, tears began brimming in his eyes again, but he bit down on his lower lip to try to squelch the tears. But soon he couldn't hold them back. Hot tears began flowing freely down his cheeks, down his pointed chin. "Gohan…" Piccolo's voice began to quiver. "Why?"
Suddenly so much pain filled him that it almost felt like when Nappa killed him. Piccolo vision blurred even more as Piccolo flew to the certain spot. The same spot where he found Gohan dead. Piccolo stopped, landing on his hands and knees, where Gohan lay before. Tears were now running torrents down piccolo's face, dripping onto the sand. Gohan's blood still stained the dirt. "I'm sorry son Gohan." Piccolo knelt forward until his forehead was pressed against the cool dirt.
Later Piccolo flew back to the waterfall, the same grounds on which he trained little Gohan. Piccolo sat in mid-air, Indian style. Piccolo tried to meditate. But his mind kept filling with images of Gohan. Suddenly Piccolo's features contorted in pain. Without warning Piccolo's head snapped back, screaming to the bleak sky. As Piccolo screamed rain began to pour, the rain ran down his face like teardrops. Soon the rain began mixing with his own tears.
To be Continued* (if anyone can draw some Pics that will go with this fic, or have any could you please send em' to me. Thanx!)