Ok I know..it nearly been a year..and I can only offer a HUGE GOMEN for anyone who was annoyed by my lack of attention to this story. So I promise I will update this now regularly until I have finished it....my other story Lost on the other hand I can't find....so if I can find it I'll update..until then I can only offer a simple *shrug* my computer had it's hard drive wiped over the last year so I lost most of my stories...and yes I know I should have saved them to DISK!! What do you people want from me...intelligence?
Piccolo sat back on his bed and sighed, everything had been done. Over the past two days he had managed to accumulate a spaceship and enough supplies to last him the entire journey to Namek.
The spacecraft had been a generous gift from Bulma, on the condition that he had told her what it was for, of course he had sworn her to secrecy. He knew she wouldn't be able to keep it, but who would care anyway? No one that's who! They all had their lives, why care about one Namekian? By the time anyone else found out where he had gone, he would be out of the atmosphere and out of their lives.
"It's better this way" he sighed aloud, slumping back against the sheets in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers to any and all questions he had.
"Piccolo?" Dende stood in the door way, face concerned. Piccolo had taken care of everything he need for his trip. Yet he had avoided possibly the most important part of his leaving.
"What is it Dende?" Piccolo growled slightly, more in frustration of himself rather then the young Guardians interruption of his thoughts.
"I..uh..well you're going in the morning and....i..well" The young Namek stuttered not sure how to phrase his question, knowing that it would not result in the easiest conversations. Not that any conversation regarding emotions with Piccolo was easy.
"Spit it out Dende!" Piccolo sat up and barked, his patience thinned.
" When are you going to tell Gohan?" Dende looked down at his feet as he said it, not wanting to meet Piccolo's eyes, knowing that by now they would have narrowed into slits of ivory.
"That's none of your concern! Is that all or did you want something else?" His voice was low, almost dangerous. He didn't even give Dende a glance to clarify the Guardians suspicion, he stared straight ahead, but his eyes had indeed narrowed, his lips had been pulled back into a sneer, fangs glinting in the dull light of his room.
"Piccolo, you'll regret it if you don't at least say good bye. Gohan is practically a son to you, I know how you must feel but..."
"You have no idea how I feel, now leave me alone!"
Dende looked up, not prepared for what he saw. Piccolo sat on the end of his bed, feet firmly planted on the floor, shoulder hunched over, hands clasped in the middle of his knees as if in a prayer, elbows digging into the soft flesh of his thighs, head bowed eyes closed.
Dende blinked, not sure if the vision before him had been distorted in some way. The way he sat made him appear vulnerable, almost defeated. Not something you often associated with someone like Piccolo, someone who had kept a wall between his emotions and the people around him. He doubted whether even Gohan had scratched deeper then the surface.
" Piccolo...I" That was all he could manage, somehow the words in his head diminished what he wanted to say.
"I said leave, now go Dende!" Piccolo's voice had become quiet, softer, almost pained. Yet it still possessed the commanding tone it always had.
*Dende bit his lip and took a step inside the room. Walking towards the emerald warrior he placed a small jade hand on Piccolo's shoulder.
"Piccolo....it's ok...I" His hand was pushed away, only to be engulfed by a fist.
"What part of leave did you not understand?" Piccolo looked up, anger flashing through pure onyx encased in ivory.
"But Piccolo...you seem so..it can't hurt to talk about it" That was all he could manage to get out. He had never seen Piccolo look at him with those eyes, and it scared him.
" I don't want to talk about it, and I don't want your pity...now if you find my instructions so hard to follow, allow ME TO SHOW YOU!!" His voice rose into a roar as his grip tightened on the young Namkeians wrist as he dragged Dende to the door, placing Dende on the other side of the doorframe.
"NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" With that the door was slammed. Dende's shoulders slumped in defeat, as he walked back his room, rubbing his wrist.
Piccolo stood with his back to the door, chest heaving, fists clenching and unclenching. A single tear rolled down his cheek, he wiped it away viscously, catching a talon on his skin, ripping it away, only to have his tear replaced with one of violet.
He ran a hand over his face, pushing his attenae back over his head, only to have them flop back into his eyes. Flaring his ki he donned his uniform purple gi and white cape and turban. Walking out of the door the usually white marble of the Lookout floor, turned a dark blue by the night sky, stars dancing on the floor as he walks to the edge. The violet lace congealing on his cheek in the cool air. Closes his eyes soflty, breathing out deeply, leaping off the edge, making his way to his training ground.
Throws his turban and cape to the floor before his feet even touch the ground. Throwing back his elbows as if they were to meet in the middle of his back and roaring, spitting into two, without a seconds hesitation they are fighting. Punches thrusting, legs flying, the ground beneath them becoming damp with the streamsof blood before finally an emerald form falls to the floor, merging with his other. He lies there for a few moments, breathing heavily a strange wheezing sound coming from his chest. Wincing, pushes himself to his feet, concentrating he hears the slick pop of several fingers and one ear growing back, along with the crunches of ribs and bones realigning. With a sigh he sits and lies back against the cool grass, the back of his gi darkening with the dew already building on the individual blades, his skin a dusky green in the dim light. Closing his eyes he lets out yet another sigh. The feeling in the pit of his stomach had grown over the last two days, even more so when he had thought about how he was going to tell Gohan of his departure. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to tell Gohan. Maybe it was better for him to simply believe that Piccolo was still on the Lookout, watching over him, like he had done for so many years. They hadn't seen each other for years, would the young Demi- Sayian really miss him that much? Piccolo did not think that he would, after all he had Videl now, how could he possibly compare?
"I can't" slowly opening his eyes as he answers his own question. "I am over thinking this, making myself to be far more important to Gohan then I really am, I am no more then an old mentor. Forgotten." His voice is soft, softer them most would have believed it could have been. He looks in the direction of Gohan's house, a place he has seen many times but never actually visited.
"Good Bye Gohan, I hope you know how much you mean to me, because I can never really tell you." Voice almost a whisper, looks to his feet and stands, flaring his ki dressing himself and flying into the sky towards the Lookout, shoulders slumped in a cowardly defeat.
To be continued...
Ok if you are enjoying this story so far then I suggest you find and author called Desertdweller, she is on FF.net, and thank her, because with out her constant nagging *achem* friendly nudging then I probably would have left this story. Plus her stories kick ass, so I would read those as well, because she is far better then me. Thanks Dania:D
Piccolo sat back on his bed and sighed, everything had been done. Over the past two days he had managed to accumulate a spaceship and enough supplies to last him the entire journey to Namek.
The spacecraft had been a generous gift from Bulma, on the condition that he had told her what it was for, of course he had sworn her to secrecy. He knew she wouldn't be able to keep it, but who would care anyway? No one that's who! They all had their lives, why care about one Namekian? By the time anyone else found out where he had gone, he would be out of the atmosphere and out of their lives.
"It's better this way" he sighed aloud, slumping back against the sheets in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers to any and all questions he had.
"Piccolo?" Dende stood in the door way, face concerned. Piccolo had taken care of everything he need for his trip. Yet he had avoided possibly the most important part of his leaving.
"What is it Dende?" Piccolo growled slightly, more in frustration of himself rather then the young Guardians interruption of his thoughts.
"I..uh..well you're going in the morning and....i..well" The young Namek stuttered not sure how to phrase his question, knowing that it would not result in the easiest conversations. Not that any conversation regarding emotions with Piccolo was easy.
"Spit it out Dende!" Piccolo sat up and barked, his patience thinned.
" When are you going to tell Gohan?" Dende looked down at his feet as he said it, not wanting to meet Piccolo's eyes, knowing that by now they would have narrowed into slits of ivory.
"That's none of your concern! Is that all or did you want something else?" His voice was low, almost dangerous. He didn't even give Dende a glance to clarify the Guardians suspicion, he stared straight ahead, but his eyes had indeed narrowed, his lips had been pulled back into a sneer, fangs glinting in the dull light of his room.
"Piccolo, you'll regret it if you don't at least say good bye. Gohan is practically a son to you, I know how you must feel but..."
"You have no idea how I feel, now leave me alone!"
Dende looked up, not prepared for what he saw. Piccolo sat on the end of his bed, feet firmly planted on the floor, shoulder hunched over, hands clasped in the middle of his knees as if in a prayer, elbows digging into the soft flesh of his thighs, head bowed eyes closed.
Dende blinked, not sure if the vision before him had been distorted in some way. The way he sat made him appear vulnerable, almost defeated. Not something you often associated with someone like Piccolo, someone who had kept a wall between his emotions and the people around him. He doubted whether even Gohan had scratched deeper then the surface.
" Piccolo...I" That was all he could manage, somehow the words in his head diminished what he wanted to say.
"I said leave, now go Dende!" Piccolo's voice had become quiet, softer, almost pained. Yet it still possessed the commanding tone it always had.
*Dende bit his lip and took a step inside the room. Walking towards the emerald warrior he placed a small jade hand on Piccolo's shoulder.
"Piccolo....it's ok...I" His hand was pushed away, only to be engulfed by a fist.
"What part of leave did you not understand?" Piccolo looked up, anger flashing through pure onyx encased in ivory.
"But Piccolo...you seem so..it can't hurt to talk about it" That was all he could manage to get out. He had never seen Piccolo look at him with those eyes, and it scared him.
" I don't want to talk about it, and I don't want your pity...now if you find my instructions so hard to follow, allow ME TO SHOW YOU!!" His voice rose into a roar as his grip tightened on the young Namkeians wrist as he dragged Dende to the door, placing Dende on the other side of the doorframe.
"NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" With that the door was slammed. Dende's shoulders slumped in defeat, as he walked back his room, rubbing his wrist.
Piccolo stood with his back to the door, chest heaving, fists clenching and unclenching. A single tear rolled down his cheek, he wiped it away viscously, catching a talon on his skin, ripping it away, only to have his tear replaced with one of violet.
He ran a hand over his face, pushing his attenae back over his head, only to have them flop back into his eyes. Flaring his ki he donned his uniform purple gi and white cape and turban. Walking out of the door the usually white marble of the Lookout floor, turned a dark blue by the night sky, stars dancing on the floor as he walks to the edge. The violet lace congealing on his cheek in the cool air. Closes his eyes soflty, breathing out deeply, leaping off the edge, making his way to his training ground.
Throws his turban and cape to the floor before his feet even touch the ground. Throwing back his elbows as if they were to meet in the middle of his back and roaring, spitting into two, without a seconds hesitation they are fighting. Punches thrusting, legs flying, the ground beneath them becoming damp with the streamsof blood before finally an emerald form falls to the floor, merging with his other. He lies there for a few moments, breathing heavily a strange wheezing sound coming from his chest. Wincing, pushes himself to his feet, concentrating he hears the slick pop of several fingers and one ear growing back, along with the crunches of ribs and bones realigning. With a sigh he sits and lies back against the cool grass, the back of his gi darkening with the dew already building on the individual blades, his skin a dusky green in the dim light. Closing his eyes he lets out yet another sigh. The feeling in the pit of his stomach had grown over the last two days, even more so when he had thought about how he was going to tell Gohan of his departure. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to tell Gohan. Maybe it was better for him to simply believe that Piccolo was still on the Lookout, watching over him, like he had done for so many years. They hadn't seen each other for years, would the young Demi- Sayian really miss him that much? Piccolo did not think that he would, after all he had Videl now, how could he possibly compare?
"I can't" slowly opening his eyes as he answers his own question. "I am over thinking this, making myself to be far more important to Gohan then I really am, I am no more then an old mentor. Forgotten." His voice is soft, softer them most would have believed it could have been. He looks in the direction of Gohan's house, a place he has seen many times but never actually visited.
"Good Bye Gohan, I hope you know how much you mean to me, because I can never really tell you." Voice almost a whisper, looks to his feet and stands, flaring his ki dressing himself and flying into the sky towards the Lookout, shoulders slumped in a cowardly defeat.
To be continued...
Ok if you are enjoying this story so far then I suggest you find and author called Desertdweller, she is on FF.net, and thank her, because with out her constant nagging *achem* friendly nudging then I probably would have left this story. Plus her stories kick ass, so I would read those as well, because she is far better then me. Thanks Dania:D