This takes place early in DBZ. Or more to the point, after the Goku and Piccolo failed driving school. It centers around Piccolo and my main character, Tiffany "Sara". I like to make a bunch of OC'S, because, for me, it's easier to set up a romance type story with Piccolo that way. Anyway, please read on review, but try and be nice.^_^
It was a rainy day in the big city, and with that, few people were walking, or even driving in the wet, dead streets. And on one street corner, Redwood and Chicopee, to be exact, stood a empty diner that had recently been added to the already crowded city. It was called "The Horseshoe Eatery", and inside rested the sleeping waitress/owner of the restaurant. She was a waitress because she had little help running the place since it was still new and there hadn't been much time to spread the word to teens looking for a job.
Rain drops pounded heavily on the windows and a loud burst of thunder awoke Tiffany. She looked around and she could still feel the ground quivering under her feet, and heard a glass that was stupidly close to the edge of the counter fall down and shatter into a million pieces on the black and white checkered floor. She felt her chest and tried to calm herself down before her heart burst. "It's just some silly thunder", she said to herself as she got up and walked over to where the glass had fallen.
With caution, she bent over and picked up the larger pieces so she could sweep up the smaller ones with ease. As she strolled to the nearest trash can to dispose of the broken glass, the power went out after lightning struck dangerously close to the diner. She just took in a deep breath and tried the light switches to see if the power was still on, it wasn't. She decided by this time that it was pointless to stay around and wait for people who weren't coming.
Tiffany walked to the back and gathered her things so she could leave for home. Her back office was hard enough to get through in full light, but in pitch black, it was treacherous. With the light given off by the lightning, she could make it around the things scattered on the floor without too much of a hassle. Gathering her keys and coat, and an umbrella that happened to be under her desk, she made her way out of the office and to the front door to lock it. once she slammed the door shut and tested it to make sure it was properly locked, she flung open her red umbrella with black trim and made her way to her car.
With her pepper spray keychain grasped in her palm, she walked the several feet to her black Volkswagen. She carried pepper spray for safety measures, and because her mother makes her. She got in her car and drove home to her apartment, where she lived alone, comfortably. On the way there, she turned on the car radio to hear the latest news. The only thing she heard on every station was the rescuing of a school bus, filled with children on their way home from school. Apparently, some men who could fly and had super-human strength saved the bus from falling off a railed, cliff edge. Not much was to be said, other than one of the men was green, and that they were taking a driving exam when it happened.
Meanwhile
Goku and Piccolo crept up to the Son house and thought of a way on how they could, or Goku could tell ChiChi that they had both failed once again, and that there was no way they were going to get a drivers license in another thousand years. Piccolo stood back, soaking in the rain and let Goku go in alone to tell his wife the news.
"WHAT!!!! YOU BOTH FAILED!"
ChiChi's voice echoed through the house and went on for miles. Piccolo covered his pointed ears as he went inside to take some of the blame, in hopes that she would not tear Goku apart before he had a chance to himself. As he entered the kitchen, ChiChi stomped over to the tall Namek and poked angrily at his hard, muscular chest. He stared down at the rampaging woman, and when she saw the hinted irritation in his expression, she stopped touching him and slowly backed away and stood behind Goku.
"ChiChi, please calm down. It's not the end of the world. We'll fly you wherever you need to go from now on, how's that?"
"Speak for yourself. I'm through with this, I'm leaving."
"Wait, at least wait until the rain stops." Goku pleaded as he grabbed Piccolo's arm.
"No, no. He really should be leaving. Gohan will finish studying soon, and I don't won't him to be hanging out with........" She was cut short by a growling sound from deep in Piccolo's throat.
"And besides that, look what he's doing to my floor."
"It's not just him ChiChi."
"You have an excuse, you live here Goku. I'm going to my room, when I come out, he better be gone."
Piccolo watched her walk away and resisted to urge to blow her head off with the meager
point of his finger. When the door slammed to her room, Goku looked over at Piccolo and just stared at him. "Sorry about that", Goku said as he scratched the back of his head. Piccolo simply looked at him and then headed for the door. It was still raining, but not as much, and even if it was at the same magnitude, he would have left without even thinking it over.
As he flew to his destination in the desert, he thought over his plans on how to rid himself of Goku and his demonic wife. He grinned to himself and then decided if he were to ever get what he wants, he might just spare Gohan. After all, he did like the kid.
Back
Tiffany had made it home and turned on the television in hopes of seeing this mysterious, green man. There were plenty of the other man, now understood to be Goku, because of his driving instructor giving it away, but the other one was still unheard of, until the blonde woman who was his instructor spook up. "He was the sexiest thing I've ever seen", she said as she showed them a picture of him that was taken back at the driving school. His name was Piccolo.
"Piccolo", she said as she looked deeply into the screen at the I.D. picture of him. "Weird name, but yum", she managed to say before accidentally changing the channel. She rushed back, but it was already on another story. Since she had moved into the city a couple of years ago, she had never had her heart skip a beat just because of someone she happened to see. She wished that she could meet him, at least once. And if she did, what would she say? She had to be one of the worst small talkers in the world, she could never think of anything to say. The only thing she could ever talk to freely was her horse, but he died.
She turned off the T.V. and sat on the couch, thinking. How she missed her horse. When she saw it pass away, a whole was shot into her heart, and so far nothing was able to mend it. next to the couch was a table with several pictures on top. And in the front, next to her parents, was the horse. She looked at it for a moment as she ran her fingers over the glass, as if she was trying to pet him. She put it back down and went to her room for the rest of the day.
Piccolo
The rain did not extend all the way to his desert, or valley. Not sure of which. The dry dirt was left untouched by moisture, and even the wetness on Piccolo was dried away, due to the speedy winds of flight. He felt his legs and wondered why he still had on that ridiculous outfit. "Post boy", he snickered to himself as he pulled of the shirt and long sleeved shirt underneath it. he left his upper body naked and showed off his perfectly scrumptious body to no one, say for a passing bird or bug. He looked at his jeans and stood in place for a second, seeing how they felt. A bit tight, but nothing he couldn't stand, and lets face it, they show off his butt and all it's glory.
He left them on awhile longer and then did with them what he had done with his shirts. Instead of destroying the clothes, he put them away, on top of a rock. He rather liked the jeans, but would never admit to wanting to wear anything out of his normal attire. Piccolo then picked up a smaller, but still very heavy, rock and placed it on top of the articles of clothing so that they would not be blown away. Not paying much attention to his current status, he started to feel a strong wind blow, and then looked away, so no sand would get lodged in his eyes.
The wind reminded him that he had been standing around with no clothes on for the last few minutes, and after enjoying the moment of freedom, he put his uniform back on, all but the cape and turban. With such a peaceful atmosphere surrounding him, he couldn't resist to urge to meditate. In his meditation, Piccolo visioned many things. Mostly the world in total calmness, but then a sound echoed through and blurred the sweet image and turned it sour. He saw ChiChi coming towards him and screaming. High pitched screaming, like a banshee. He then saw that Gohan was with him, just hanging out, and ChiChi wasn't the least bit happy about it. She came over and without the least bit of sensitivity, ripped Gohan away from him.
"Never touch him again, you evil demon!"
Shocked by what she had screamed into his face, he just watched as she walked away with Gohan, his only real friend. Piccolo snapped out of it, and went over what he had just seen. Until then, he never really knew how much he liked Gohan. At first, he was just a sparring buddy, and another strong alley, but know he was truly more than that, he was his friend. His first and only friend, and no matter how young he was, he always paid attention, never gripped much, and listened. Knowing that it would be nearly impossible to ever be with Gohan again, Piccolo felt a small portion of his heart turn cold, freeze. Making it colder than it had ever been before, even when he killed people.
The day grew darker. Night was setting in, and Piccolo decided that there was no point in being awake any longer. He stayed in his lotus position and came closer and closer to sleep. With the screaming of ChiChi still haunting him, and the fear of never getting to see Gohan again, Piccolo fell asleep with a heart heavier than anything he had ever lifted, this weight could not be surpassed. It was the weight of a broken heart, only he did not know what it was, so he just dismissed it, which added to the pain.
Well, like it? Yes, no? Let me explain some things. I know that everyone has their own way on viewing Piccolo, as in does he have "those things" and all that good stuff. Well, I believe that he does. Others may disagree, and that's fine, but that is how I see him and I just wanted to let everyone who reads this know. I will update it if enough people like it, and there will be romance between Tiffany and Piccolo. Review!