Chapter 10

Weeks passed and train harder they did, Piccolo was surprised, from their training Gohan was more of a follower letting his passive nature show, a cautious fighter like him opting to observe first and take a defensive stance despite not being well versed with it as much as he was with offensive stance, but now here he was, aggressively attacking first, relentlessly throwing kicks and punches, almost desperate as if he was sprinting mad hell bent in crossing the finish line

To Piccolo's amusement, Gohan's combative behavior didn't lessen his focus in being efficient in attacking, however it left his defense sloppy leaving openings for counters, to which Piccolo, being a the good mentor he is, for the most parts, took the opportunity to remind his student how important defense was by throwing a punch to his right gut, making the boy fly a few meters away

Gohan gasp for air hungrily, wiping his sweats and blood from his face, mildly snapping from the offensive trance he was before, he leveled his breathing and resume the battle with a more defensive stance

….

The sun was already setting, giving the sky a gradient of yellow to orange hues, both of them rested on a high platform, Gohan wanted to enjoy the view, while Piccolo felt neutral about sunsets

The gentle wind ruffling the young boy's unruly hair, his soft breathing echoic making Piccolo glanced at him, The mentor noticed how badly tattered his clothes were making his hard work more noticeable, they still had a lot of months together but the one year is nearing and time felt like it was flying faster now

"hey kid, standup"

Gohan obeyed no questions asked, but he did wonder why Piccolo asked him to stand

"Here a change of clothes " Piccolo zapped him a new gi, an orange one resembling Goku's

Gohan looked down at the new threads on him, pouting, which lightly baffled Piccolo, the kid before kept going on and on, on how cool his clothes beam was even imposing the Namekian to look at his doodles at the wizard concepts the lad thought up related to his clothes beam

" t-thank you Mr. Piccolo"

"Hn"

" c-can I have a purple one too? One that looks like yours?"