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

Chapter 18

PICCOLO

The pure air of planet Earth filled my lungs.

It was wonderful and terrifying at the same time.

Yes. I resurrected. I'm back. Thanks to the Dragon Balls from Namek, my home planet.

In fact, all my people also came to Earth with me. Our planet was destroyed by Frieza, an idiotic weirdo who thought he was the Emperor of the Galaxy, and we needed to escape in a spaceship and travel across the Universe until we got here while Goku tried to stop him.

It's a long story. But don't worry. You'll know everything that happened at the right time. The only thing you need to know at the moment is that my people and I were in some woods somewhere in the world, with our spaceship jutting through the trees at the spot it landed hours ago.

Gohan was next to me. Just his presence was enough to make my heart lighter in the midst of so much tribulation I felt.

He was a little grown up and was playing with a younger Namekian boy, both celebrating our arrival on Earth. The boy was called Dende. This fact terrified me, as I remembered very well how this Dende had been a much debated topic in the dream of my death.

"Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan turned to me with a big smile. "I bet Aunt Lettie will be super happy to see you again! She still doesn't know you resurrected, right?"

Lettie.

Upon hearing that name, my muscles tensed and butterflies flew in my stomach.

"Y-Yes..." I said, forcing a half smile. "I believe she'll be quite happy."

"Why don't you go visit her now?" he suggested. "You can go. Bulma is already settling with her parents about how they'll accommodate your people here on Earth while they still don't have a new planet to live on."

I considered his suggestion and my heart sank.

No, Piccolo. Don't do that. Don't go to Lettie.

However, against my will and reason, my mouth opened, and I replied, "Okay, Gohan. I'll go look for her. I'll come back later to check if everyone is okay. See you soon."

When I least realized it, I had already flown off and was tracking Lettie's Ki.

Damn it! Why did you do that, Piccolo??? Are you crazy?!

As much as my internal conflict screamed inside me to turn my back and hide in the most desolate mountain on Earth, there was no denying it. Being back on this planet meant I would meet her again, too. Sooner or later. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to her. Lettie had the right to know I was back.

But I didn't know if I was ready for that.

It's been about seven months since I died on that battlefield against the Saiyans; seven months since I last saw her. A lot happened during this period.

And there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about her.

However, more than the image of Lettie occupying my thoughts, the terrifying images of that dream also came to me, mercilessly showing the bodies of my dead wife and children, and the threat of my complete impotence and inability to save them, dragging me into the abyss with them.

In addition, of course, to the voice of my Enemy, hissing like an evil serpent, constantly massacring me with his threats and terrors. It was like a plague embedded in my brain, haunting me day and night, second after second, non-stop, giving me no break or breath of peace.

Since I was resurrected, that was my routine. Disturbance, anxiety, and fear were my companions. All the time.

I only had one option left: make the worst decision of my life.