Chapter Eleven- Eye of the storm
"I'm still your enemy Gohan"
"Your not"
"Yes I am"
"Hey guys, shut up and look at the sky" I crossed my arms, bracing myself for the sudden storm that was brewing suddenly along the sky. Black menacing clouds billowed above us, and the chill that usually didn't affect us numbed me straight to the skin.
It was strange, for it had been early morning, but now it was like the depths of night. There was no rain, and a strange golden thunderbolt snaked up the sky about 100 miles away.
"Wow, I've never seen a storm roll in so fast"
"That's no storm, that's the eternal dragon being summoned" Piccolo gazed at the clouds with distaste. That could only mean one thing.
"My dad is getting wished back to life?" Gohan couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice but Piccolo frowned.
"I guess so Gohan" But it didn't spell the reason as to why Piccolo seemed so morose about it. Did he really hate the guy that much.
"Lessa, can I talk to you alone for a minute"
"Of course" I left Gohan jumping on the balls of his feet and followed Piccolo into a crevice in the mountain.
"What's wrong Piccolo, and don't bullshit around it, I can tell when your lying"
"If Goku is being wished back to life now then that can only mean the saiyans are going to be here earlier than we thought"
"How early?"
"Like tomorrow early. That's not the point. Gohan isn't ready for this"
"Piccolo.." I stepped behind him and placed my arms on his shoulders, resting my head on his shoulder blade. I had no other way of reassuring him, for it was the harsh truth.
Yes, the kid could match us evenly in fighting, no, he couldn't inflict serious damage on us. Although that may be more to do with the fact he saw us as friends and not enemies. I hoped like anything he would be different with the saiyans.
For Piccolo's sake.
Piccolo turned silently and wrapped his arms around me, embracing me in a way he never had before. The sorrow in his soul was something that didn't come from selfish desires.
We stayed the same as the storm slowly passed.
Taking our hopes along with it.
Morning was a bleak grey, just like our moods.
Today was a repeat of my first fated day here.
Except I knew what I was in for this time.
Two metallic pods tore through the sky, leaving a blazing trail of fire in their wake. I could feel the malice of the people inside; and their achievement at finally getting here.
And then…a feeling like no other.
"Those power levels, I've never felt anything so strong!" It was worse then any nightmare could have prepared us for. Those monstrous power levels were of the scale.
Those things were going to land here, they were going to destroy this planet.
It was over.