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

Chapter 03

LETTIE

I eventually stopped screaming.

Still clinging to Goku, I dared to open my eyes and try to at least get used to the height we were flying on that Flying Nimbus.

It was weird. Unlike flying on Raditz's back, the Flying Nimbus seemed to have some sort of... gravity. I didn't feel that horrifying sensation that I was going to fall, on the contrary, it seemed to pull me down, embracing me with that yellowish softness. Still, I thought it was better to keep holding on to Goku.

The sound of the wind passed through our ears, buzzing as we advanced at high speed to where the Dragon Radar marked the location of Gohan's Dragon Ball. Other than that, the three of us were silent.

I glanced at my brother before me, and I couldn't help but feel a great desire to... talk. Come on, he was my brother, and my nephew was in the hands of my other brother! That reality hit me as strong as the wind around us, and little by little, I began to digest everything that had happened in the last few hours, mulling over every detail.

I wanted to know more about who my brother Goku was. Where has he been all this time? Where has he been raised? When did he learn to fight? What did he do in his life during all those years we didn't know each other? Well, if he had a son, then that meant he could be married. Who was his wife? Was she a nice woman? After all, she would be my sister-in-law. Would we become friends? Speaking of children, what about Gohan? Gee, I had a nephew! That's why I felt something different about him when I met him. We share the same blood. But, I couldn't deny how sad it made me to know how much time I've wasted away from those who were now my...

Family.

That's something I've never had. No one has ever even come close to that position.

But now, it seemed like I wasn't so alone in this world anymore.

My vision blurred when I noticed tears flooding my eyes, and I had to hide it so that Goku and Piccolo would think it was just a bit of dust. However, even though I wanted to talk to Goku, I could tell from his rigid posture how tense he was, and I concluded that that was not the time, and if I still had any doubts he was my brother, they were answered when he seemed to read my mind and said, "Lettie, I know you must have a lot of questions. I also do, but I just can't talk now. I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry," I replied. "We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other better after we defeat Raditz and rescue Gohan."

"Thanks." He turned his head to look at me and gave a little smile, then turned back ahead with a frowned and concentrated expression.

When I looked to the side, I saw that Piccolo was watching me with his intense and dark eyes. I tried to hold his gaze for a while, but then I lowered my head. He scared me. Although I was sure he was also an alien, it wasn't his appearance that was the problem. There was something inside him that bothered me and caused me discomfort.

Besides, ever since I got onto the Flying Nimbus, he hadn't stopped glancing at me, showing a serious expression, as if he was analyzing me and wondering how the heck I ended up up there.

I didn't understand such behavior. The others who stayed on the island — Bulma, Krillin, and Master Roshi — were also stunned when I got onto the Flying Nimbus. What was wrong with that? It was just a cloud. A magical cloud, but still, a cloud. I thought it would be good to add this question with the others when I have the opportunity to talk properly with my brother after all that was over.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep — beeped the Dragon Radar.

"We're close!" Goku stiffened, staring at the object.