*Sorry this has been so long in updating but as I have said previously I have had a ton of school work to do, you really wouldn't think art would be so demanding!!!
Piccolo clung to the lifeless form of Gohan, bringing the child closer to his chest, as his jade cheeks were cascaded by a torrent of tears. Suddenly it became hard to breathe, his ears rang with laughter. His eyes became a contradiction to himself, shining with a mixture of emotion. Fear, hate total and utter helplessness. Yet at the same time, they were completely empty. Suddenly the body of his student began to move. Piccolo looked down upon Gohan, Piccolo's expression turned to that of complete horror. Gohans face turned until his empty sockets were looking into the onyx eyes of his mentor.
" You failed me!" the child stated. Then he began to scream again.
Piccolo grabbed at his chest and lurched forward.
Relief hit his chest as it was filled with air. Piccolo bent over his legs to try and fill his lungs. After a moment Piccolo composed himself, he pushed his bed sheets off of his sweaty figure and threw his legs over the side of his bed. There he sat, hunched over, his arms by his side clinging to the rim of the bed, occasionally scratching at the cloth. He could feel the tightness of his cheeks, from his tears drying, and his upper arms ached where he had clung to Gohan.
Piccolo had had this dream for several nights, it was always the same. Nappa would fire his ki blast straight at the young halfling , Piccolo would run to intercede, but he would always be too late. The smouldering corpse of his pupil would be in front of him before he could intervene. The imagery was distressing, but did not compare to the scream. The noise was the most terrifying sound that had ever intruded into the mind of the Namekian warrior. He could still hear it in the back of his mind, he cringed and grasped the bed sides, ripping the delicate cloth between his talons.
"It didn't happen" he whispered. Piccolo pulled his legs up on to the bed, and placed his head back upon his pillow. He left his sheets at the bottom of the bed, he felt suffocated and was sure that the white cloth would merely add to his problem.
"It didn't happen" he repeated again, closing his eyes and bringing his knees up to his chest and placing his hand at the top of his pillow and pulling it down, to an embrace. He would never admit to such a custom, but even the most stoic of warriors needs a hug now and again, and without the presence of another being, the pillow would have to suffice. Yet Piccolo knew that he would prefer the pillow to another being any way. A pillow couldn't judge him.
Piccolo opened his eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. He would receive no more sleep tonight, every time he closed his eyes he saw the gruesome sight of a young Gohan, his eye sockets empty and his skin charred black. He knew it wasn't real, so why was he so terrified by it?
Piccolo carefully slid himself off of the bed, and walked out of his room. The dream had left residue, and Piccolo still felt as though he couldn't get enough oxygen to his lungs. He walked to the edge of the lookout, his arms by his side and his legs together, and viewed his surroundings. The starlight made his normally jade skin appear a bright neon, his eyes shone as he began to raise his sight. A single thought shot through his brain, at once he felt at peace, yet apprehensive also.
"I have to leave" It sounded so simple.
"Piccolo? Is everything ok?"
Piccolo quickly turned to observe the intruder. It was Dende. Piccolo became angry in himself, he felt somehow violated, as if his most private thoughts were on show.
" Yes Dende everything is just peachy!" the statement was simple, although with the same sarcastic tone that he often used.
"If everything is "peachy" then why are you out here staring into space?" The young Guardian questioned. He was not perturbed by the curt comment made by Piccolo, he was aware that the older Namek had not been quite himself of late. He was worried about him but knew that Piccolo would never venture to talk about his troubles.
" I am out here because I needed some air. Now if the interrogation is over I will return to my room" Piccolo growled softly, suggesting his irritation at the interruption. Walking past the younger Namek to get to his room. He stopped still facing forwards.
"Oh and I am decided, I leave for Namek in two days!"
Dende went to open his mouth to query this sudden development. Piccolo turned his head to the side, Dende could see the expression upon his face, Dende thought that for just a second that Piccolo was about to cry.
"Don't, not now!!" With that Piccolo turned his head back to the front and continued his path back to his room. Dende remained outside for another ten minutes before he eventually went back to bed.
Ok tell me what yer think, bad? Good? Going in the wrong direction? Any comment will be appreciated, well apart from flame because they are just plane mean!!! I will try and update again soon.
Piccolo clung to the lifeless form of Gohan, bringing the child closer to his chest, as his jade cheeks were cascaded by a torrent of tears. Suddenly it became hard to breathe, his ears rang with laughter. His eyes became a contradiction to himself, shining with a mixture of emotion. Fear, hate total and utter helplessness. Yet at the same time, they were completely empty. Suddenly the body of his student began to move. Piccolo looked down upon Gohan, Piccolo's expression turned to that of complete horror. Gohans face turned until his empty sockets were looking into the onyx eyes of his mentor.
" You failed me!" the child stated. Then he began to scream again.
Piccolo grabbed at his chest and lurched forward.
Relief hit his chest as it was filled with air. Piccolo bent over his legs to try and fill his lungs. After a moment Piccolo composed himself, he pushed his bed sheets off of his sweaty figure and threw his legs over the side of his bed. There he sat, hunched over, his arms by his side clinging to the rim of the bed, occasionally scratching at the cloth. He could feel the tightness of his cheeks, from his tears drying, and his upper arms ached where he had clung to Gohan.
Piccolo had had this dream for several nights, it was always the same. Nappa would fire his ki blast straight at the young halfling , Piccolo would run to intercede, but he would always be too late. The smouldering corpse of his pupil would be in front of him before he could intervene. The imagery was distressing, but did not compare to the scream. The noise was the most terrifying sound that had ever intruded into the mind of the Namekian warrior. He could still hear it in the back of his mind, he cringed and grasped the bed sides, ripping the delicate cloth between his talons.
"It didn't happen" he whispered. Piccolo pulled his legs up on to the bed, and placed his head back upon his pillow. He left his sheets at the bottom of the bed, he felt suffocated and was sure that the white cloth would merely add to his problem.
"It didn't happen" he repeated again, closing his eyes and bringing his knees up to his chest and placing his hand at the top of his pillow and pulling it down, to an embrace. He would never admit to such a custom, but even the most stoic of warriors needs a hug now and again, and without the presence of another being, the pillow would have to suffice. Yet Piccolo knew that he would prefer the pillow to another being any way. A pillow couldn't judge him.
Piccolo opened his eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. He would receive no more sleep tonight, every time he closed his eyes he saw the gruesome sight of a young Gohan, his eye sockets empty and his skin charred black. He knew it wasn't real, so why was he so terrified by it?
Piccolo carefully slid himself off of the bed, and walked out of his room. The dream had left residue, and Piccolo still felt as though he couldn't get enough oxygen to his lungs. He walked to the edge of the lookout, his arms by his side and his legs together, and viewed his surroundings. The starlight made his normally jade skin appear a bright neon, his eyes shone as he began to raise his sight. A single thought shot through his brain, at once he felt at peace, yet apprehensive also.
"I have to leave" It sounded so simple.
"Piccolo? Is everything ok?"
Piccolo quickly turned to observe the intruder. It was Dende. Piccolo became angry in himself, he felt somehow violated, as if his most private thoughts were on show.
" Yes Dende everything is just peachy!" the statement was simple, although with the same sarcastic tone that he often used.
"If everything is "peachy" then why are you out here staring into space?" The young Guardian questioned. He was not perturbed by the curt comment made by Piccolo, he was aware that the older Namek had not been quite himself of late. He was worried about him but knew that Piccolo would never venture to talk about his troubles.
" I am out here because I needed some air. Now if the interrogation is over I will return to my room" Piccolo growled softly, suggesting his irritation at the interruption. Walking past the younger Namek to get to his room. He stopped still facing forwards.
"Oh and I am decided, I leave for Namek in two days!"
Dende went to open his mouth to query this sudden development. Piccolo turned his head to the side, Dende could see the expression upon his face, Dende thought that for just a second that Piccolo was about to cry.
"Don't, not now!!" With that Piccolo turned his head back to the front and continued his path back to his room. Dende remained outside for another ten minutes before he eventually went back to bed.
Ok tell me what yer think, bad? Good? Going in the wrong direction? Any comment will be appreciated, well apart from flame because they are just plane mean!!! I will try and update again soon.