Chapter 6
Another beautiful day, he held the pages of his journal endearingly, half of It is full now, he skimmined through the pages, rubbing the edges gently, before closing it and setting it beside his sword, dirtied with berry juices and meat blood, he stepped outside to gather water in the makeshift pail he constructed himself
He settled near the two sticks planted on the ground, not that far from each other, with a third stick placed horizontally on top of the two making a place to hang wet clothes, doing laundry reminded him of his mother, the reminiscing of the days he was at home with her, made him sad with longing, he was far from the cry baby he was before, but some days are just heavier than others and he felt like letting the tears win this one
As if on que, there was his Piccolo's energy going to him, making him sniff and chuckle to himself while hanging his shirt, the green man doesn't always make an appearance whenever he visits, but he was just near, soothing Gohan with his mere presence, his protective cool aura, his strength and fortitude that he has proven time and time again whenever they try to talk about the looming threat or just Piccolo rescuing Gohan wearing that scowl which the half Saiyan grew affectionate for