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

Chapter 23

LETTIE

"Piccolo, are you sure this Ki belongs to that Frieza guy?"

The two of us were flying to Chi-chi's house, as fast as a mother with an eight-month-old baby could. Naíma was clinging to my uniform, held in the baby sling. The poor thing already seemed to understand how high we were.

"Yes, I'm sure," replied Piccolo, gloomy. "I would recognize his Ki from a galaxy away."

There he was with that worried look again; the same one he showed since the day he returned. I could see the veins throbbing in his temple.

My heart ached painfully seeing him in that state. I wanted to touch him and tell him everything would be okay, but I didn't, which only caused me more pain.

"Do you think he's coming to Earth?" I asked to push away my thoughts.

"I don't know..." He looked at me sideways. "And I fear to know the answer."

We remained silent until we landed on the lawn of my brother's house. To our surprise, both my sister-in-law and nephew were there as if they were waiting for us.

"What's going on?!" Chi-chi asked, distressed. "Gohan told me that he felt the presence of an evil Ki. Is that Frieza?"

"Apparently, yes," answered Piccolo.

"We need to investigate this properly, Mr. Piccolo!" said Gohan, who was already wearing a Saiyan uniform that he had received when he went to Namek; a blue jumpsuit with white chest armor and yellow shoulder pads. I didn't quite like that uniform, as Vegeta had worn a similar one in our battle, and it didn't bring back good memories for me.

"I agree with you, Gohan." I took Naíma out of the baby sling and handed her to Chi-chi. "Would you do the kindness to stay with her while we investigate? I don't want to take her into a... possible conflict."

"O-Of course," replied Chi-chi, still unsure about all the news. "But what about your classes, Lettie? We're in the middle of the week."

"Don't worry. I already informed my students that I had an emergency." I sighed and placed my hands on my hips. "However, I don't deny that it is time for me to hire a substitute teacher."

"We gotta go," said Piccolo. "There's no time to lose."

"Right." Chi-chi turned to Gohan. "Be careful, my son. Don't leave your aunt and Piccolo's side."

The two hugged and I made a little smile. Under other circumstances, I doubt Chi-chi would allow Gohan to drop his studies to fight. I bet he would have to run away from home to get out. But now, she was letting him go of her own free will.

"Bye-bye, my love." I kissed my daughter's cheek, restraining myself from showing how much I hated leaving her. "Mommy will be back soon."

Naíma's eyes filled with tears and she made such a big pout that I almost fainted. I had to pick her up for a hug and countless more kisses. Before we flew off, Piccolo stroked her black hair. I knew he felt the same way I did about leaving her. His expression didn't lie.

We finally left, leaving Chi-chi and Naíma behind. I just hoped that whatever Frieza's threat was, it wouldn't reach them. We flew for a long time until we arrived at an inhospitable area covered in grass and full of small hills around it.

"Pay close attention, you two," warned Piccolo. "Low your Kis as much as possible. We need to camouflage ourselves."

Although the region was inhospitable, it was not uninhabited. The other warriors were there; Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin... and even Bulma, with a blue kitten named Puar. However, the atmosphere between them was not at all cordial, because, besides them, another person was there: Vegeta.