Chapter 17
The day of the Saiyans arrival was fast approaching, Gohan was in one of his aggressive streak in training again in the past month, Piccolo's heart couldn't help but swell with pride as he observed the little boy's sleeping form that snuggled itself against him, his little body had bruises in every corner imaginable, dark scars made prominent by the contrast to his cream colored skin, hair tangled and unruly, the boy came a long way he was hardened and now battle ready
He unconsciously ran his talons and ruffled the boys hair, endearment growing inside him, he grew rather attached to the brat he admit
So much so that he wanted to believe that maybe, maybe he can exist here in this world peacefully, maybe he didn't have to follow in his Sire's footstep, maybe he didn't have to be alone….
He scowled and narrowed his eyes, doubt snaking it's way at the recesses of his mind, but hope, small it maybe, took a stance and was fighting as best as it could to stay in his head, black and white clashing, taking turns saying their piece, spinning and passing one another
Doubt whispering the same whispers he has been hearing his whole life
Hope interjecting, contradicting though not as passionate as Gohan's clinging, but it was just enough for it to hook itself in Piccolo's mind, burying making itself a residence that wasn't planning leaving
The un-resting back and forth of the yin and yang inside him was starting to give him a migraine, so he huffed and meditated his woes till morning came.