💙- A sad memory that makes them cry
Aila clung to Piccolo’s leg, devastated, sobbing and staining his clothing with her tears. This was a day she never expected to happen, and one that she never wanted to happen. Where was he going? Why’d he want to leave without her?
He had insisted that she shouldn’t follow him no matter how much she wanted to stay by his side. The Namekian pulled her off his leg and gave her one last tender embrace before parting ways. It was likely the two would never see each other again.
(inspired by omgpiccolo because i miss them so much and aila does too)
The embrace felt too short.
But not even a step into the hyperbolic time chamber would have helped because time could stop long enough.
It hurt him. It really did.
He hugged her tiny frame one last time, and a shiver of fear and guilt was sent down his spine; he didn’t tell her why he was leaving.
Why he would be gone forever.
He moved away from her, not looking back.
The namekian thought about everyone.
Gohan, both present and future, Trunks, CJ and Perfect Cell, MD, the alternate universe Imperfect Cell, Vegeta.…..even…his father who he had seen for such a short amount of time.
Oona, Videl, Dende- all of his students.
EVERYONE he had ever met.
And Aila.
The risk of the Earth blowing up in the past and affecting the future of all those he knew and loved now was too great.
The sacrifice was his choice and his choice alone.
He had asked Trunks to send him back to the past, because the boy was needed in the present.
Someone would have to go.
And here he was.
He was to meet Trunks in Kami’s lookout.
It was time to go.
But he had made a request to Trunks, one he would share with the others after the deed was done.
To not be brought back to life.
It was time to rest once and for all.
Unless he found one day to be needed, he would spend the rest of eternity in the heavens.
With his back turned to her, the single tear streamed down his face as he uttered one of the most painful “Goodbyes” in his life.
And then, in an instant, he was gone.
The fight to stop the Earth from being blown was difficult enough. Back in the past to fight...himself.
The demon king from Cell’’s universe. @artificialanomaly
How it had come to this, he didn’t know. His evil counter part had failed to summon Shenron, so he sent himself to hell in order to complete his fusion with King Piccolo, unlike the original who had fused with Kami.
But he did manage to get someone to bring him back to life.
And here he was in front of him, powerful, and almost unstoppable. Almost.
With one arm ripped off, and both namekians bloody and bruised, Piccolo finished charging his specialty. It was time to truly end things.
And so, with his final stand- his final breath, two fingers pointed toward the enemy and growled his final three parting words. His only way to bid everyone goodbye.
” SPECIALLLLL BEAMMMM CANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON ! “
And then there was silence. Nothing was heard except the sound of two bodies falling lifeless on the floor.
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ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ. ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇs ғᴜʟʟʏ ɪs ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. -ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴡᴀɪɴ
