The Life Of A Guardian

Author's Note: So, wow, haha, this is way different than Fanfiction. This is about how the Namek who has long since forgotten his true name came to be.

What if it wasn't his fault for becoming twisted. What if, just for a few moments, he was the victim of insanity? What if the one thing that started it all... was just a girl.

This thing Anonymous) is the POV. (Point Of View)

The Life Of A Guardian

Anonymous) My home has taken roots on a mysterious green lush planet with trees very different then mine, so I recall; I command the door to open. "Piccolo," My strong voice shakes as I say the name, and the floor shifts under me, levitating down to the ground below. I've been here for 30 years, but I've been too afraid to leave the area around my home. Not ever talking, I've long since forgotten what my name was a long time ago. In order to learn their language, I've expanded my hearing to the maximum on the organisms of the planet when I was a mere child, and when I did, they called this place... Earth.

I've been waiting here for possibly my whole life, possibly since I was a young child. I remember on the first days of awakening that I had found a small note, with it saying, "Wait here, we will be back soon." I place the note in my gi and run my tongue around the inside of my mouth, feeling the cracked surface of the roof of it.

I'm running out of water. I'm going to have to leave some time or another. As I step onto the hardened soil, I breathe in the fresh air. So, let's see... I close my eyes and expand my senses to the breaking point, and sense some running water in a river, but it's near a few life signatures. Great, here we go... I turn back to my home. How peculiar... It has four legs coming out the bottom of it, with no furniture or anything... Oh well... I boost my energy and float into the sky. ... Always knew it was different.

So long, old friend, I think, and wave goodbye to my home. This time, I'm leaving for good. I've waited long enough for my parents to come for me, but so far no such luck. They can sense out my energy if they want to find me, I reassure myself. I blast into the distance towards the general direction of the nearest life source.

While I'm going, I just can't help but think: How did I get here in the first place? Don't my parents want me? Why haven't they found me yet and taken me home, wherever that is? Taking out the note, I stare into it with longing, but place it back and shake my head. There are no more excuses for thinking like a child; those years are behind you now. I boost my powers and jet forward.

I don't know how I gained the powers of flight. All I know is that I able to fly high enough to where the air thins out before I have to fly back down.

It is night before I reach the lone house. Sighting the small building, a home maybe, I land behind it away from the creature's view, in which they call themselves, 'humans.' I look back onto the building, and see that it's made of solid rock. How did they shape it, I wonder. I rub my hand along it, feeling the rough surface. I shy my hand away and jump onto the roof when someone walks close, having heard my gasp at the touch of their home.

"Who's there?" I hear a tall one say, with short hair. It's carrying a black stick with a brown handle... Another one, with longer hair and a sleeker figure stands next to him. "Calm down, man it's probably just some dog." So, this creature here is of the male species... Then what is the other? It looks different. I need to move on. I've already nearly blown my cover here. But before I leave, I hear a small voice, "Let's go check on the hostages." Hostages? Must be some kind of thing that they eat. I shrug it off.

Leaping into the air, I fly into the distance. I've got to be more careful this time. Spotting the river, I land onto a gigantic boulder, and marvel at the sight. There are mysterious greens everywhere, wind blowing past my head, making my antennae wave back and forth. There are strange organisms here, with four legs instead of two, some with hair all over their bodies, others with scales that swim in the waters. I breathe in, and breathe out, feeling refreshed. It's been a long day. I go to the river's bank and cup my hand, pulling it back up to my lips to drink. I let out a satisfied and shocked moan as the cool water runs down my throat. This water tastes fresher, unlike that in my abandoned haven.