The story follows on from 'Ronin'. So read them first!




Goku trudged slowly through the rain. He'd been standing in front of Piccolo's grave for a few hours yesterday after the funeral, but he couldn't always say goodbye to his old friend. The funeral had been purely symbolic - there was nothing left of Piccolo, not even his soul. He couldn't hear their prayers. He was also not in hell and could walk the snake path like Son Goku once did. He was nothing, everything that had made him out was forever destroyed. Why he? This question has preoccupied Goku since he had to see Piccolo react to his appearance and commit suicide. Because he was the strongest Namek warrior. That was all. You could have taken another one too, it wouldn't have made much difference. Goku felt powerless. All vengeance had been taken, and all that remained was a single feeling of emptiness. He noticed how he was starting to cry.Anyway, no one would see it in the rain. And even if. He was now standing in front of the grave. The flowers and wreaths that lay in front of the tombstone were soaked from the rain, the blossoms drooped limply. He crouched down and looked in silence at the text engraved on the stone:




Piccolo


† 2002




Chi-Chi had actually tried to write something that Piccolo meant to all of them. But how do you describe how a Namek leaps over his shadow and learns to love? How do you describe the essence of a friend who often saved your neck, and not with sheer strength, but with sophisticated strategies where others have already wanted to give up? It just didn't work.




After a while, Goku wasn't sure how long, he noticed someone behind him. He turned slowly and stood up. Chi-Chi stood there, just like he was wet to the skin. You could see what she was thinking. `Hello. 'he greeted her.He was surprised at how smoky and burnt out his voice sounded. `Hi. 'came her brief answer. After a pause, she continued: 'The Kaioshin says he has to speak to you. He also says you might be able to continue Piccolo's work. Maybe. Goku got up heavily and hugged Chi-Chi. Together they trotted toward the helicopter. Neither of them wanted to fly freely above the clouds after Piccolo's death. Therefore, they had used the helicopter without prior consultation. It had gone without saying. Now two figures sat on the edge of the hold, only vaguely visible in the heavy rain at first. Nevertheless, it was clear who was hiding behind the shillouettes. One was just too small and stocky, while the other towered over Son-Goku. As they got closer, the figures rose. `Hello Son Goku. 'the Kaioshin's familiar voice penetrated through the rain. `I have to show you something. `Son-Goku could now see the faces of the two clearly.A gust of wind swept across the deserted place and churned up a few leaves. Son Goku didn't answer until he was standing in front of the helicopter and shaking hands with both of them. 'All right. Why is? `` You'd better come on into the machine with me ... '' replied the Kaioshin. With these words, he climbed onto the edge and entered the passenger area. Chi-Chi had climbed into it before. With one last sigh, So-Goku looked back in the rough direction where Piccolo's grave had to be and then stepped onto the helicopter. Kibito came last. Then Chi-Chi closed the door from the cockpit. Immediately the draft and the noise were excluded. What remained was a muffled drumming on the roof. `Okay, start .`