Lettie never understood why she felt different from other women. Why did she love fighting and training? Why could she feel the strength of the people around her? And, above all, what was the point of it all? What was she fighting for?
Her life chan...
As always, I spend a lot of time on Pinterest looking for references for my stories lolThen, one of these days, I came across photos of a Turkish actress called Tuba Büyüküstün and BOOM! The image of Lettie came to my mind.
I simply loved this actress's aesthetic. If I were to make a live action of this story, she would certainly be chosen to play Lettie, as I imagine she has a more mature appearance, just like Piccolo. Did you like the choice?
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LETTIE
When the Sun reached its highest peak in the skies, we felt them.
The Saiyans have arrived.
We were in an open field, but surrounded by some rock formations here and there, training between the three of us, just... for the sake of it, and because we couldn't stand doing anything, on waiting and in endless anxiety.
Gohan and I were halfway to striking Piccolo when we stopped midair in alert and looked up.
A chill ran down my spine.
Two round Space Pods, just like Raditz's, cut through the clouds, falling and falling, until they disappeared behind the mountains.
Even far away, we felt the surprising strength of their Ki.
Suddenly, a group of birds flew over our heads to the opposite side, probably fleeing from that threat. An almost palpable silence followed, and only the sound of a light breeze rustling some trees in the distance filled that tense atmosphere.
"Aunt Lettie..." whimpered Gohan, clinging to my leg, the same way he had done with his father on Master Roshi's island when I met him. I touched his head to calm him down and noticed how much the poor thing was shaking.
Piccolo stood behind us, his more than two-meter height covering us like a personal guardian angel. I took Gohan's hand and we huddled in his protective shadow. However, when I gazed up at Piccolo's face, I noticed how somber he looked.
"Be strong and courageous," he said in a serious tone. "Don't leave my side."
Piccolo seemed a lot worse since our conversation last night. His dark eyes showed great concern and fear, and all I wanted was to wrap him in a loving hug, but the situation didn't allow me such a luxury.
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