The Day the Sky Broke
Piccolo meditated, trying to center the raging thoughts in his
mind. A hot wind caressed his skin and billowed his cape. He
could taste the sand between his teeth. A trickle of sweat wound
down his back as he endured temperatures that were difficult,
even for a Namek.
If he opened his eyes, he would see a wavering ocean of white.
This desert, buried deep in forgotten lands, was a place he
visited very rarely. Only at times when he needed absolute
solitude, times when life became maddening, times when he had
to...escape.
He sensed the approach of another ki and he immediately snapped
out of his half-trance state.
Nobody came looking for him here unless it was an extreme
emergency. He frowned, wondering why he hadn't sensed the arrival
of any enemies powerful enough to cause panic. He hoped it wasn't
any more androids, but he didn't know of an alternative.
Unless someone had became ill. But then, it would have to be
Gohan or Dende. No one else would bother to inform him
otherwise.
He decided not to sit around and wait for the bad news to come to
him. He took off in the direction of the ki. Better to get it
over with.
Piccolo drew up short when he finally recognized who it was.
Gohan. That meant something must have happened to Dende or there
really was a powerful new enemy he hadn't detected.
He was just about to shout a demand for an explanation when he
saw the look on Gohan's face. His breath caught at the
sight.
Joy. Pure, untainted joy.
A strange mix of emotions welled in Piccolo. The few he could
name off-hand were fear and hope, though he couldn't explain why
he felt either one.
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