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

Chapter 27

PICCOLO

The next three years of Training against the Androids were a mix of wonders and tortures.

Wonders because I started spending almost 24 hours a day with Lettie and Naíma; and tortures because... I started spending almost 24 hours a day with Lettie and Naíma.

When I accepted Lettie's offer to be the new teacher at her School, another part of my dream came true; a part that I had never imagined existed, but that was there, implied.

If in my dream I was married to her, we had a family and lived in that house, it was obvious that I also worked at her Martial Arts School. Now it made sense why my twin Daikon said he was training the Tenkochi attack to surprise his mother at a presentation at the so-called "School".

Lettie effectively did as I suggested and had another annex built. I watched her teach for a while before she gave me my own classes. She had a natural gift for teaching, but I couldn't help but notice in her some of the mannerisms and behaviors I had when I taught her during that one year of Training. We waited for our students every day at an entrance on the side of the hall. Most of them were children, who for some reason thought having a green alien as a teacher was the coolest thing in the world, and they would arrive every day with smiles on their faces (most often with a missing baby tooth) and hug me as they exclaimed, "Hello, Master Piccolo!"

It was good.

When I actually started teaching my own classes, it was terrifying to get used to being the center of attention in front of the students due to my introversion, especially since Lettie suggested that I should teach the teenage students.

"You know how it is," she said as she persuaded me. "This phase requires a little discipline à la Piccolo."

As we had anticipated, the addition of a new classroom and a new teacher meant that the number of students also increased. However, we were careful to always leave generous periods of free time so that we could train for the disaster that would arrive three years later.

At least my new job as a teacher distracted me from the fear and anxiety of that new threat to our world and those I love. However, the fact that I was now always in the presence of Lettie and Naíma from early morning until night after dinner, leaving only to sleep in the Lookout, did not soften the hissing voice of my Enemy in the least, nor did it erase the morbid images that he insisted on reminding me of at the most inconvenient times.