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Gohan and Goku had waited faithfully for the next hours, before they gave up and went to spar without Piccolo. Soon, the day ended, and there had been no sign of Piccolo.
Three days passed before Gohan woke up in the middle of the night, awakened by a familiar presence.
"Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan said, surprised that his mentor decided to show up at his house…at three a.m. in the morning. Soon, the surprise turned to anger, and Gohan punched Piccolo's face as hard as he could. Piccolo went flying out the window. Gohan followed.
"Hey kid! What did you do that for?" Piccolo yelled, rubbing his green cheek.
"Where have you been? Dad and I have been worried sick!" Gohan yelled, tears of relief and anger flowing down his cheeks. Relief, because Piccolo was alive and seemed unhurt; anger, because Piccolo had worried him so much.
"Gohan, I'm really sorry about that. I did not mean to worry you and your father," Piccolo said. Gohan nearly fell out of the sky at that: Piccolo said that he was sorry and he actually said it with sincerity!
"Piccolo, are you okay?" Gohan asked.
"Yes Gohan. I've never been better in my life," Piccolo responded, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Would you like to spar?" Piccolo said before Gohan could respond.
"At this hour?" Gohan asked.
"We're wasting perfect sparring weather," Piccolo taunted. Gohan smiled, before attacking Piccolo. The two sparred for a few hours, before Gohan collapsed from exhaustion and lack of sleep. The lawn was the perfect substitute for a bed, so Piccolo and Gohan laid down to rest there.
"Piccolo?" Gohan ventured. "What did you mean, 'You've never been better in your life?'"
Piccolo gave that mysterious smile again, and it seemed strange on his usually hard, stone cold features. "Do you know what love is?"
"Sure. I love you, I love Mom-"
"No, not that kind of love. True love. The type of love that a man has for his mate," Piccolo said.
"Um, yeah, I guess. Oh! You mean the type of love my parents have."
"Yeah, that's it."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Gohan, I've met someone. And I think…I think I love her."
Gohan and Goku had waited faithfully for the next hours, before they gave up and went to spar without Piccolo. Soon, the day ended, and there had been no sign of Piccolo.
Three days passed before Gohan woke up in the middle of the night, awakened by a familiar presence.
"Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan said, surprised that his mentor decided to show up at his house…at three a.m. in the morning. Soon, the surprise turned to anger, and Gohan punched Piccolo's face as hard as he could. Piccolo went flying out the window. Gohan followed.
"Hey kid! What did you do that for?" Piccolo yelled, rubbing his green cheek.
"Where have you been? Dad and I have been worried sick!" Gohan yelled, tears of relief and anger flowing down his cheeks. Relief, because Piccolo was alive and seemed unhurt; anger, because Piccolo had worried him so much.
"Gohan, I'm really sorry about that. I did not mean to worry you and your father," Piccolo said. Gohan nearly fell out of the sky at that: Piccolo said that he was sorry and he actually said it with sincerity!
"Piccolo, are you okay?" Gohan asked.
"Yes Gohan. I've never been better in my life," Piccolo responded, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Would you like to spar?" Piccolo said before Gohan could respond.
"At this hour?" Gohan asked.
"We're wasting perfect sparring weather," Piccolo taunted. Gohan smiled, before attacking Piccolo. The two sparred for a few hours, before Gohan collapsed from exhaustion and lack of sleep. The lawn was the perfect substitute for a bed, so Piccolo and Gohan laid down to rest there.
"Piccolo?" Gohan ventured. "What did you mean, 'You've never been better in your life?'"
Piccolo gave that mysterious smile again, and it seemed strange on his usually hard, stone cold features. "Do you know what love is?"
"Sure. I love you, I love Mom-"
"No, not that kind of love. True love. The type of love that a man has for his mate," Piccolo said.
"Um, yeah, I guess. Oh! You mean the type of love my parents have."
"Yeah, that's it."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Gohan, I've met someone. And I think…I think I love her."