The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior [Piccolo x OC]

Chapter 02

LETTIE

"GOHAN!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!" I heard Goku shout as we saw Raditz fly away from the island. That hurt more than the kick I got in the chest.

Still lying in the water, I heard Master Roshi order from the shore, "Quick! We've got to help them! Bulma, go to Lettie. Krillin, lift Goku up. I'll get some Sacred Water!" And he ran into the house at an impressive speed for an elderly person.

"Lettie! Oh, my goodness!" Bulma hurried up to me, skipping through the water, and bent down to support me. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I-I think..." I said with difficulty, holding the side of my body. "I think I broke something."

"Can you stand up?" She held me and lifted me up.

Every step was a stab in my guts. When we reached the shore, I was startled at seeing Goku in a state of fury, punching the ground and spraying water into the air while venting his anger. I've never seen a man so furious.

"NO! NO! NO!" he roared. Me, Bulma, and Krillin stared at each other in worry. However, even though he was still in a lot of pain, by noticing my presence next to him, Goku stood up and held me by the arms, "How are you?! Is it hurting?! ARGH!!!" He turned around, running his hands over his face. "How could I not protect my own son and my sister?! DANG IT! DANG IT!!! Tell me, Lettie, and don't lie to me, did that bastard do you any harm?"

"Well..." I panted, still unable to breathe properly. "Besides what you saw here, he only knocked me out in the head before kidnapping me."

"Only?" repeated Bulma and Krillin.

I just shrugged. I didn't think it was prudent to make myself the target of all compassion when we had a child in the hands of a psychopathic maniac and the threat of the complete destruction of planet Earth.

Goku then hugged me and said, "Despite what happened to Gohan, do know that I'm glad to find out you're my sister. Thank you for trying to help us."

I was about to scream in pain as I was hugged by what was now my brother, but I couldn't help but feel a wave of affection crashing into my heart with a fraternal warmth that, for someone lonely who grew up without a family like me, deep down, always wanted to receive.

I tried my best to hug him back and, despite the terrible circumstances we found ourselves in, I was thankful that at least I got some good things out of it. However, above all these feelings, the anger at what Raditz caused to us and, especially to Gohan, made me return my attention to what mattered at the moment. I don't deny I thought about my small rented room there in the clandestine arena, which was probably destroyed by Raditz's damage. I might as well apologize to these people and return to my old routine. But, looking deep inside me, I found no reason for me to go back to that miserable life.

After years and years of searching for an answer, for a goal, I finally found someone to fight for.

As we pulled away, we both fell to the ground, strengthless. Bulma and Krillin got down to hold us up.

"I need to... do something..." said Goku, gritting his teeth. "I can't leave my son in Raditz's hands." He then looked up. "FLYING NIMBUS! COME HERE!"

A little yellow cloud crossed the sky, leaving a yellow trail along the way. I shook my head, not believing that I was seeing a... magical cloud!, and concluded that after everything I saw and heard that day, nothing would impress me anymore. I was just going to accept all the weirdness that surrounded me.

The cloud stopped next to us, and my brother tried to stand up to reach it, but he fell once more.

"Don't be hasty, Goku!" Master Roshi dashed out of the pink house holding a round, blue bottle, encrusted with precious stones. "You need to regain your strength before making any decision!"