Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. Otherwise, I'd be very *very* rich.
Gohan's young body shivered involuntarily, despite the warm, sunny day. Only two months remained until the Androids were supposed to arrive. The past two years and ten months had been spent training non-stop for that day. That is, until now.
Piccolo was two hours late. Piccolo was never late for anything, especially training.
"Is Piccolo here yet?" Goku yelled from the doorway. Gohan turned and saw his father leaning against the doorframe of their small house.
"I told you, Dad. I'll tell you when he gets here! And he's not here yet!" Gohan said, annoyed.
"Oh, okay!" Goku replied happily, and went back inside. Gohan sighed, and turned back to the sky. He tried not to be worried about Piccolo, but the thought of the androids arriving early played at the back of his mind.
~ Three Hours Earlier ~
A piercing scream ran out through the forest, waking Piccolo from his deep trance. His black eyes flew open, and darted to the direction of the scream. As much as he hated being interrupted from his meditation, one of the human traits that had found its way into his heart was a sudden care for strangers. The scream rang out again, and Piccolo let out a moan of frustration. He stood up from his place on the grass beside the stream, exerted his power force downwards, and flew off into the sky. He had flown for about half a mile before he saw the owner of the scream.
A woman. A beautiful woman. That is, for a human.
The woman was standing at the top of a cliff that overlooked Piccolo's favorite meditating place: the waterfall. She was right up near the edge, with her back towards the water below her. In her hands she held a long stick, blood was flowing freely from her right leg, and a look of fear masked her beauty. In front of her stood a pack of ravenous wolves, which explained her fear and wound.
As Piccolo slowed down his acceleration, the woman noticed him. She looked at him, and she temporarily forgot about the wolves. The lead wolf noticed, and leaped towards her. The wolf's momentum caused the two bodies to fall off the cliff. Piccolo's heart stopped as he sped up again, praying that he would be able to reach her before she reached the sharp rocks that lay far below….
Gohan's young body shivered involuntarily, despite the warm, sunny day. Only two months remained until the Androids were supposed to arrive. The past two years and ten months had been spent training non-stop for that day. That is, until now.
Piccolo was two hours late. Piccolo was never late for anything, especially training.
"Is Piccolo here yet?" Goku yelled from the doorway. Gohan turned and saw his father leaning against the doorframe of their small house.
"I told you, Dad. I'll tell you when he gets here! And he's not here yet!" Gohan said, annoyed.
"Oh, okay!" Goku replied happily, and went back inside. Gohan sighed, and turned back to the sky. He tried not to be worried about Piccolo, but the thought of the androids arriving early played at the back of his mind.
~ Three Hours Earlier ~
A piercing scream ran out through the forest, waking Piccolo from his deep trance. His black eyes flew open, and darted to the direction of the scream. As much as he hated being interrupted from his meditation, one of the human traits that had found its way into his heart was a sudden care for strangers. The scream rang out again, and Piccolo let out a moan of frustration. He stood up from his place on the grass beside the stream, exerted his power force downwards, and flew off into the sky. He had flown for about half a mile before he saw the owner of the scream.
A woman. A beautiful woman. That is, for a human.
The woman was standing at the top of a cliff that overlooked Piccolo's favorite meditating place: the waterfall. She was right up near the edge, with her back towards the water below her. In her hands she held a long stick, blood was flowing freely from her right leg, and a look of fear masked her beauty. In front of her stood a pack of ravenous wolves, which explained her fear and wound.
As Piccolo slowed down his acceleration, the woman noticed him. She looked at him, and she temporarily forgot about the wolves. The lead wolf noticed, and leaped towards her. The wolf's momentum caused the two bodies to fall off the cliff. Piccolo's heart stopped as he sped up again, praying that he would be able to reach her before she reached the sharp rocks that lay far below….