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

Chapter 14

PICCOLO

I wrapped my arms around Lettie and Gohan to comfort them, kissing them on the top of their heads.

Do not think it was easy for me to make such a public display of affection, with Krillin, Tien and Chiaotzu undoubtedly watching us.

But war does that to people. Even with the most resilient hearts like mine.

I've made a mistake. A terrible and huge mistake.

What was I thinking when I wanted to train Lettie and Gohan to fight against such merciless enemies?

Even though they were now formally trained Saiyans, that battle was becoming too much for them to bear.

Too much for me to bear.

Yamcha's sudden death affected me more than I allowed to show, because with it, I realized how one step away I was from, at any moment, also losing them.

I should have never trained them. I should've left them at the place where Goku died after our fight against Raditz, to go on with their lives, and I alone should've trained for this moment. I should have never placed such a burden and responsibility on their shoulders.

But on the other hand, if I had not trained them, I would never have met them, and I would never have changed.

The way the situation was progressing, the end of the inhabitants of this planet was closer than I imagined, and the only thing my soul wanted was to run away and find those Saiyans' Space Pods to put Lettie and Gohan inside and send them away. Out into the Universe, with a slim chance of them being able to survive all this destruction, the same way Lettie's mother did when she was a baby.

Would it be a selfish desire on my part? Perhaps.

But that was the price I was paying for allowing myself to become attached to them; for allowing a feeling, more powerful than any other, to get into my heart during the year we spent together.

I will not dwell on the details of the misfortune that befell our group after I saved Lettie and Gohan from the clutches of that Saibaiman. I don't have the guts for it, much less the patience to remember the worst day of my life so far.

Even with Krillin's powerful blow against the Saibaimen, the Saiyans were unharmed, and that scoundrel Nappa decided to attack us with his own hands, causing an earthquake so intense that dark clouds formed above our heads, full of lightning and thunder, and the ground split in half.

Nappa looked like an insane maniac, with bloodshot eyes, thirsty to attack us. When setting Tien as his next target, such was the violence of his blow against him, that it cut off half of his left arm.

The battlefield then turned into a living hell.

Krillin, overcome by anger at seeing his injured friend, wanted to interfere, which only made Nappa shoot a beam of energy that caused a gigantic explosion, making the rupture in the earth of his earthquake to increase until a crater was formed so deep, it looked more like an abyss.

It was Chiaotzu's turn to avenge his friend. He clung to Nappa's back, who couldn't reach him due to his small size. After countless attempts to get him off his back, we watched, in complete shock, that little man's body emit a very bright light and, in the next second, self-explode.

We had lost Chiaotzu.

But, worst of all, Nappa had survived the attack, and even laughed in disdain at Chiaotzu's (useless) sacrifice.

His death affected our group a lot, especially Tien and Krillin. Apparently, he had already been resurrected once by the Dragon Balls, and now, there was no going back.