The Saiyan Heritage and the Loneliness of the Warrior [Piccolo x OC]

Chapter 35

LETTIE

Bulma was staring at me with wide, unblinking eyes.

We had decided to follow Vegeta before he made the mistake of reaching Dr. Gero's lab first and awakening Androids 17 and 18 to fight them instead of doing what any sane person in his place would do: kill them.

However, before we left, we revealed to Bulma the identity of the lavender-haired boy who had saved her life and her baby's.

Poor thing... Her shocked reaction was understandable.

By this point, teen Trunks had already sped off after Vegeta to try to stop him, leaving Bulma staring at the trail of clouds he left behind, a look of utter bewilderment on her face.

"Wow..." Krillin sighed, also gazing at the sky. "Now I understand why that boy— I mean, why Trunks can transform into a Super Saiyan. His father is the Prince of the race."

"Let's go!" Piccolo urged impatiently. "There's nothing more for us to do here, and we need to find the lab before Vegeta and Dr. Gero and destroy the Androids. Both of them seem to have lost their minds! Idiots..." He then turned to my nephew. "Gohan, take Bulma, the baby, and Yajirobe to Capsule Corporation as fast as you can. You'll be safer there than at Goku's house. You don't need to come with us to the lab. We have enough adult warriors." Piccolo lowered his voice and grumbled like an old grumpy man, "I'm sick of having kids on the battlefield! For heaven's sake!" And he walked off, kicking rocks as he went.

I didn't say anything but laughed internally at his behavior. My fiancé certainly didn't feel that way when he insisted on training Gohan to fight against the Saiyans years ago.

Anyway, the plan was set. We said our goodbyes to Gohan and Bulma (I kissed baby Trunks' chubby cheeks, and he responded with a toothless smile), and we took off to search for Dr. Gero's lab in the mountains near North City.

The journey was extremely long, with thousands of miles to cover. We spent most of the time in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts, until at one point, my fiancé flew closer to me and said: "You're anxious."

Once again, he seemed to know exactly how I was feeling. I responded with a small, embarrassed smile.

"Yes, I am."

"Baby Trunks is safe now," Piccolo said in a reassuring tone. "There's no reason for you to worry about him."

"It's not the baby I'm worried about," I sighed. "It's the teenager."

"Oh," Piccolo raised his eyebrows.

After a moment of silence, I shook my head and confessed, "This isn't going to work..."

"What isn't going to work?" Piccolo looked puzzled.

I gazed deeply into his eyes and replied, "What Trunks is trying to do with Vegeta."

Piccolo furrowed his brow. Krillin, flying alongside us, said, "I don't get it, Lettie."

Tien then cleared his throat and, from the other side, explained, "Trunks seems like the kind of person who will try to get close to his father. He'll do everything he can to earn his approval and love." He looked at us with great sorrow. "But he won't succeed."

My heart sank in my chest, and with a trembling voice, I replied, "Exactly. He's just a kid..." A huge lump formed in my throat. "And he's already been through horrifying things in his timeline that we can't even begin to imagine." I lowered my head and closed my eyes. "And there's absolutely nothing we can do to help him in his future. Nothing."