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

Chapter 19

Hello, readers! 💙Today I brought two bonuses, one is this image I made on Hotpot.ai of Lettie and Naíma 😭The other is a soundtrack. When I signal PLAY, play the song "Sun Gazer" by Norwegian composer Thomas Bergersen. You can leave it on loop!
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LETTIE

Grief is like a dragon that slowly devours you without any mercy.

Well, at least that's how I felt the first month after Piccolo's death.

Despite having won a house and never again having to worry about working in clandestine tournaments to pay the rent for that cheap little room, my heart called for a name.

Two names, actually.

Gohan might not have died; however, his absence brought me a deep and painful feeling of emptiness. It was like I was... lost. I spent a year of my life mothering him as if he were my own son, following his development, watching him learn to speak properly, to explore the nature around him, to become a great fighter...

And then, just like that, he vanished from my routine.

I swear to you, there were mornings when I woke up in my new bedroom and thought, "What am I going to make Gohan for breakfast?", just to remember that he no longer lived with me, but now was eating at some boarding school in another country.

How much I missed his voice, his affection, his curiosity, his peace...

But Gohan at least was alive. 'Course I would see him soon, during the school holidays, when he returned to visit his parents. And I also sent him messages through Chi-chi, which she would write down and tell me that she would gladly pass them on to him. Well, that's what I believed at the time.

I held on to this hope that I would soon see him again.

But nothing could fill the hole in my heart that death brought me.

A hole in the shape of Piccolo.

I saw him in every corner of my house, waking up with me, eating meals with me, watching television with me, cleaning the house with me, training with me...