Chapter 11
The campfire's light reflected on Piccolos features, making his face shine light green, he was staring intently at it being in one of his somber moods, he stole a quick glance towards the boy
Gohan was lovingly rubbing his face and kissing on the folded purple gi he was embracing, while having stifled squeals
Piccolo glanced back at the fire
"Thank you, thank you so much Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan said with much appreciation and glee
"Sure kid"
Gohan , being Gohan did not miss that miniscule tone shift in Piccolo's voice
The Namekian noticed the added attention the boy was giving him so he waved his hand gesturing it's nothing
He inwardly groaned, he should have known better by now, the boy wasn't going to drop it, Gohan already made his way towards and then sat beside him petting his knee consolingly
"What's wrong Mr. Piccolo? "
Piccolo wanted to just hit his head on a boulder repeatedly until he lost consciousness, he really did not like talking about whatever he was feeling, where does the confusion stop, he felt, disarmed and distraught, the boy made him feel emotions he did not understand, emotions he did not dislike and emotions he was sure he has to live without again once this year and the battle of the Saiyans is over
"It's nothing I was just thinking about training, you're doing well, I think we have considerable good chance at winning "
Gohan's mouth was about to form his regular opened mouth grin, but it soon came to an end way before it completed
"After that battle you can finally go home and be a scholar "
For a few moments only the fires cackle and nightly wind can be heard inside their base, the young boy was frowning, brows furrowing so fiercely it almost made Piccolo's scowl proud, he was deep in thought, then his demeanor turned cheery as if he found an answer to a hypothetical question
"Yeah! and I'll come visit you again! " The half Saiyan chirped, brimming with hope
"heh, ok."
Gohan felt content, he knew his Piccolo was feeling a bit better now