Fandom: Dragonball Z
Rating: PG-13 (for thematic elements)
Publish Date: 8/13/2002 to 11/4/2002
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.
Gohan and Piccolo flew together towards the tiny home in the mountains. They kept their flight speed relatively low so they could continue their conversation while they traveled, so it took them a pretty decent amount of time to get to Mount Paoz.
As they drew nearer to his home, Gohan wondered if Piccolo would actually come down to the house. He knew he wouldn’t mind it if Piccolo hung around for a while. Goten wouldn’t mind—Goten liked everybody. To the two-year-old demi-Saiyan, the entire world was an adventure, and all the people in the world were jungle gyms. A smile crossed Gohan’s face at the thought of his little brother trying to climb on the stoic Piccolo. That wouldn’t go over well.
But his mother…Mom just didn’t trust Piccolo. It was that simple. And Gohan knew that no matter what he said to placate her, she would never believe that Piccolo wasn’t going to turn around one day and blow them all into little pieces.
They flew over a tall ridge—and there it was! The nice little Capsule house with the picnic table out in front in the middle of the forest. To Gohan, it had never looked better.
Just then, Piccolo stopped. Gohan had gone ahead a few yards before he noticed, and also stopped.
"You’re not coming down?" Gohan asked.
Piccolo shook his head. "Better not. Your mother might come after me with that frying pan of hers. And I would prefer not to get in the way of that."
Gohan chuckled at that image. "I understand."
"Plus, didn’t you tell me once that your brother likes to climb on people? The kid’s kinda cute and all, but I would not hold myself responsible for what I’d do if he tried to climb me."
This time Gohan had to laugh out loud. "I don’t want to know what you’d do." He paused, then added. "To be honest, I’m kinda nervous. Okay, scratch that. I’m scared to death. I mean, how’s everyone gonna take this? I don’t want a big fuss! Mom’s gonna freak, and—"
"Calm down, Gohan," Piccolo held up a hand. "Everything is going to work out just fine. And yes, your mother probably will react strongly. But if she freaks out to the point of swinging that frying pan around…run."
Gohan laughed again. "I’m surrounded by lunatics."
Piccolo chuckled, then became serious again. "Listen to me, kid. If something’s bugging you, you tell someone. It doesn’t have to be me, but tell someone. Don’t let things get this out of hand again. It’s not worth it, and you will be hurting others. And no matter what happens, I will listen to you. Like I said, these big ears have a purpose, and it does happen to be listening. You know where you can find me. I don’t sleep, so anytime works. I’m here for ya, kid. Don’t forget it."
Having said that, the Namekian turned and flew off.
"I won’t forget again," Gohan said softly, watching his mentor leave. "Thanks, Piccolo."
Now left alone, he turned and flew down, landing in his front yard. Slowly, he walked up to the door, not quite sure what to do. For a loss of any other ideas, he knocked on the door, and then suppressed the urge to run.
Please don’t be mad at me, please don’t be mad at me, he thought desperately.
The door opened.