Dragon Ball Oneshots/Shorts

Piccolo x Goku's Sister/Reader

a/n- cynthia_guevarra8  I always loved this pairing request! I hope you like it!! Love your requests!! 

--

The sky above was a stark blue as Piccolo soared through the air, Gohan clutched tightly in his arms. The fierce determination in his eyes reflected his sense of duty. But, trailing not far behind, another figure followed: Y/N, Goku's sister, whose worry for her nephew had driven her to join the mission.

Piccolo landed gracefully in the remote wilderness, setting Gohan down gently. Y/N touched down beside them, her eyes scanning the desolate landscape. She had always been protective of Gohan, and the thought of him training alone with Piccolo had been enough to make her decide to tag along.

"Piccolo," Y/N said, her tone firm yet gentle, "I want to help. Gohan is my nephew, and I can't just leave him."

Piccolo frowned, his antennae twitching slightly. "This training is going to be tough, Y/N. Gohan needs to be pushed to his limits if he's going to survive what's coming."

"I know," Y/N replied, her eyes meeting Piccolo's with a steely resolve. "That's why I'm staying. I trust you, but I want to be here for him, too."

Piccolo regarded her for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But you have to follow my lead. No coddling."

Y/N nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Agreed."

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. As the three of them trained, Piccolo couldn't help but notice Y/N's unwavering dedication. She was gentle with Gohan, offering comfort and encouragement, but she was also fierce and relentless during their training sessions. She pushed both Gohan and Piccolo to their limits, ensuring they were prepared for the battles ahead.

One evening, after an especially grueling session, you found yourself sitting by a campfire with Piccolo while Gohan slept nearby. The stars sparkled above, and the night was still and quiet.

"Why did you really come?" Piccolo asked, breaking the silence.

You sighed, poking at the fire with a stick. "I wanted to make sure Gohan was safe. And... I wanted to understand you better."

Piccolo raised an eyebrow. "Understand me?"

You nodded, meeting his gaze. "You're not just a fierce warrior. There's more to you, and I wanted to see that for myself."

Piccolo looked away, his expression thoughtful. "You're a strange one, Y/N."

You laughed softly. "So I've been told."

Their bond grew stronger as the training continued. You found yourself admiring Piccolo's strength and resilience, and he began to appreciate your unwavering support. There were moments when you caught him looking at you with an expression that was hard to decipher, but you didn't press him about it.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, you and Piccolo found yourselves alone by a river. Gohan was resting nearby, exhausted from the day's exertions. The sound of the flowing water was soothing, providing a brief respite from the rigors of training.

"Piccolo," you began, hesitating slightly, "do you ever think about what will happen after the Saiyans are defeated?"

Piccolo glanced at you, his expression unreadable. "I try not to think that far ahead. Our focus should be on the present, on making sure Gohan is ready."

"I understand," you said softly, "but it's hard not to wonder. This battle... it's changed all of us."

Piccolo nodded, his gaze distant. "You're right. It has changed us. But some things remain the same. Our duty, our resolve."

You smiled at him, a warmth spreading through your chest. "And our friendship."

Piccolo's eyes softened, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. "Yes, and our friendship."

As the year drew to a close, the looming threat of the Saiyans became ever more pressing. Piccolo's determination to protect Earth and its inhabitants only grew fiercer. The final days of training were intense, pushing Gohan to his absolute limits.

One fateful day, the Saiyans finally arrived. The battle that ensued was brutal and unforgiving. Piccolo, Gohan, and Y/N fought valiantly, their teamwork seamless. But the enemy was relentless.

In a moment of desperation, Nappa launched a powerful attack aimed directly at Gohan. Without a second thought, Piccolo threw himself in front of the boy, taking the full brunt of the blast. The force of the explosion was overwhelming, and Piccolo's body crumpled to the ground.

Y/N's scream echoed through the battlefield as she watched Piccolo fall. She rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face. "Piccolo, no! You can't leave us!"

With his last breaths, Piccolo looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and love. "Protect him, Y/N. You have to... protect him."

And with that, Piccolo's body went limp, his sacrifice leaving a void that nothing could fill.

Time seemed to stand still as she mourned the loss of the man she had come to care for deeply. But she knew she had to stay strong for Gohan and for the fight that was still raging on.

When Piccolo was eventually brought back to life thanks to the Dragon Balls, Tears of relief and joy streamed down her face as she threw her arms around him, holding him tightly.

"Piccolo, I was so scared," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I thought I'd lost you."

Piccolo hugged her back, his own emotions overwhelming him. "I promised to protect Gohan, and I failed. But seeing you... it makes everything worth it."

Y/N pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "You didn't fail, Piccolo. You saved him. You saved all of us."

There was a moment of silence before Piccolo spoke, his voice filled with raw emotion. "Y/N, I... I love you. I didn't realize it until I thought I'd lost you."

Y/N's heart soared at his words. "I love you too, Piccolo. More than anything."

They kissed, their love finally confessed, the bond they had forged through pain and sacrifice stronger than ever.

In the days that followed, their relationship grew even deeper. They continued to train together, their bond serving as a source of strength and comfort. Piccolo's stoic exterior softened around Y/N, and he found himself opening up to her in ways he never thought possible.

One night, as they sat by the campfire, Y/N rested her head on Piccolo's shoulder, feeling a sense of peace she had never known before. "You know," she said softly, "I never imagined things would turn out like this."

Piccolo glanced down at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Neither did I. But I'm glad they did."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with love. "Me too, Piccolo. Me too."

As the stars twinkled above, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Their love, forged in the fires of battle and tempered by sacrifice, was unbreakable. And with that, they were ready to face whatever the future held, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.