Profound realities…

Chapter 1: Ill Remember.

"Remember, you cant tell anyone that im here, there are bad people who want to hurt me and they will make you tell them where I am, you promise me you wont tell?" Emmalyne begged to the foot shorter since stood in front of her.
"I said yes didn't I, stop snapping at my heels girl…just go to whatever you human girls do." Piccolo growled, flicking his hand in a random direction for Emmalyne to go, walking away from her, he went back to his own business, The 6-year-old girl smiled, Piccolo never did like being begged, but she discovered it was the quickest way of getting what she wanted from him. Emmalyne did not listen, she followed Piccolo to watch him training, and training for something she didn't understand at first, something about death, memories, and hate.
"So who is this Goku? is he a man?" Emmalyne asks, catching up to him she now walked beside him, her fingers knitted together behind her back.

"I told you, he killed my father and he must pay. And of course he is a man!" Piccolo said forming a fist; he slammed it firmly into the open palm of his other hand.

Emmalyne frowned, why did he always have to say he wanted to make everyone pay, though his reason for wanting, needing to kill Goku were respectable.
"Cant he just say he was sorry, so you don't have to kill him." She suggested, stopping when Piccolo did as he prepared to train.

The young 3-foot namekian, dressed in his navy blue surcoat, with his father demon symbol revealed in the centre of his chest.
" Oh he will be sorry, but I don't want him to say it, I want to make him show it with the blood that he spills" Piccolo pledged, his eyes becoming sadistic as he stared down at his open palms.
Watching as in the centre of them small sparks of lightning formed and ignited.
"That's horrible, why do you want to hurt him, maybe he isn't…"she tried to explain, but halted her words when she was her friend piccolos evil stare begin turning toward her.
"Isn't all bad?" he concluded her sentence, staring blankly toward her with his large cream tinted eyes.
"… Yes" she answered cautiously, her bare feet planted into the ground, she felt frozen in place, afraid that walking away would anger him.
"Then you're the fool, go ahead and believe that he isn't all bad I remember what he did to my father, its like he had done it to me… so I have more reason for paying him back" Piccolo pledged, the pitch in his voice rising with every syllable, pushing his point across.
"Your becoming really silly Piccolo, I don't understand why you have to be so horrible, cant you try t be nice for once, say something nice?" Emmalyne said to him, the same sensation tat you felt when you were about to cry rose in her throat, but tears would not come, at least not yet. Piccolo did not say anything as Emmalyne walked away, shaking her head shamefully for her friend's hateful nature, his ears heads heard as her walls broke down, and her breath hiccuped with tears.

He didn't feel like going after her this time, last time he followed her to see why she shook her head in such a way he became angry, her thinking of him as stupid was not something he was inclined to take lying down. To him, she was lucky that he found her tolerable, unlike all the other children that he had fallen into groups with, on the outskirts of the cities and towns that he travelled meeting many and not staying long.

Emmalyne left her group of companions to be friends with him, that he felt he had to repay, he had the ambition to kill Goku yes, but not to kill everyone else that he came across on the way. Shaking off the thought he returned to his previous engagement, training, he had minimal years to prepare for the day that his minds ambition would be complete. Weeks later, he and Emmalyne had began speaking again, so she would not run off and sob again he didn't say a word about Goku, but that didn't stop him thinking of it, nothing could ever stop that.

It was in the middle of winter, the snows were due at any time now, either way his training never hibernated until spring, he worked harder each day, perfecting his ability to fly and to his most loved technique that he had almost perfected, it had taken weeks but here he was.
"SPECIAL BEAM CANNON. FIRE!" his voice echoed, pulling his illuminated fingertips away from between his antennas swiftly pointed at a random tree. Emmalyne watched from a few yards away in safety, she liked to watch him, but never come to close in the fear of being struck, Piccolo had missed his target sone to many times for her likening.

Her knees pulled up firmly against her rib cage, she felt ashamed that she did not have any clothing besides the torn t-shirt and insect bitten tracksuit pants.
"Cold again?" he inquired with a mild attitude, waddling his short sounded body over toward her, his frowning completion unchanging and showing no great sympathy
"Yes, its never warm when you have so little to dress in" she said, rubbing her chin against her kneecaps, a vain effort to get warmer her cold tingling chin.

With

a roll of his observant gaze Piccolo held out his opened palm toward her, the centre opting a sparkling glow that felt warm against his skin, the glow spread across and up his fingertips, before leaping out and quickly engulfing the sound girl in its sparkle.

Emmalyne shuttered and shifted on the ground, the glow felt warm around her, as though she were standing before a flickered fire with high flames.
"Keep still, it wont consume you ignorant girl" Piccolo exclaimed, finding the shifting and twitching of Emmalyne as the glow surrounded her particularly irritating.
"Its beautiful isn't it" She exclaimed, rubbing the sleeve of her newly created sweated against her chapped pink cheek, closing her eyes as enjoyed the comfort of the fabric against her skin.
"That, beautiful?" a young girl commented, sitting beside Emmalyne in her own set of raggedly clothing, her black hair chin length with a split, unmanaged cut.
"Yes!" Emmalyne snapped back, raising her cheek up from the sleeve to glare at her neighbour.
"Its gross, I find better stuff than that in the mayors dumpster, I wouldn't steel it from you if I were stark naked" the black haired girl remarked, standing up and storming off in her bare feet down the street of one of the cities back roads.

There was no guarantee that you would be seen again after going down any road into the city, whether if your caught by the law or privately executed by the ones you steel from. Alternatively, slaughtered by your fellow street dwellers for what little you had, faith in staying was worthless.

Emmalyne did not take Jennifer's words to heart, she loved the gift because it was given to her with the his heart, Piccolo cared whether or not she was cold, any other street child would more than likely have taken what they could and run off with it. Leaving Emmalyne with nothing, no, the sweaters was not a perfect fit, one sleeve longer than the other and the collar hung down loosely, Piccolo said it was his third attempt at making another's clothing besides his own, practise he said was needed.

From the living trees he had watched everything, heard everything, amazed that this girl saw him in such a trusting and appreciative manner, unlike the rest, she would need to be repaid; it was only noble, something that Piccolo kept close to his heart was his nobility.

Remember don't tell anyone…. anyone…. anyone…. anyone….

Thankyou all for reading