Piccolo-ness! With Piccolo!

(O.S) Someday

"Someday, you will understand the things I do for you. And why I do them."

"I know why you do them. You love me."

"That isn't what I said though. I'm aware that you know why. But you don't understand it. I know you struggle with it, Love. I know who you are. And I can see when you struggle."

"But it's fine. I have you. That's all I need."

I dodged his swift attack from the rear, and he appeared in front of me, a serious look written across his face. A panic surged through me, my heartbeat becoming ever more noticeable.

"But there may be a time where you no longer have me, and I need to do my job and prepare you for that. So I know you will be safe, should something happen to me."

He was right.

Everything he did, from the way he taught me to speak in a hostile conversation to the unforgiving days of training I endured, was to prepare me.

One thing he did not prepare me for, however, was the loss of him.

He taught me how to be strong, yet here I am, facing my weakness, and in all his infinite wisdom, Piccolo did not ever teach me how to handle losing him. My best friend. My lover.

"Someday, you may not have me."

"Are you going to leave me?"

"Of course not."

"Then what are you going on about? We're going to live a long and happy life together. Me and you. I'll give you everything you could ever need."

He smiled at me, "Oh, but you already do."

I look at him now, cradled in my arms, cold and lifeless, the smile that always reassured me gone forever. There was no wishing back this time around. No loopholes.

I wipe his blood from his face, though it does him no good in death. I hold back tears. If I cry, I will never stop and my vision will blur and I won't see his face anymore.

It doesn't matter that I love him now. No amount of love I could ever give could bring him back.

A light breeze tousles my hair.

"What are you doing up here all by your lonesome, Piccolo?"

He hovered, legs crossed and eyes closed above the lookout.

"Meditating, obviously."

"Oh, such a wise guy." I crawled into his lap.

He immediately snaps one eye open, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just sitting with my boyfriend."

"Get off."

"No."

He begrudgingly put his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

I smiled, knowing I'd won.

"How could you leave me?"  I ask, tears now beginning to fall. "And not prepare me for this?"

"I love you," he told me quietly.

"I love you too!"

"How could you not prepare me to actually lose you?"