dragon ball · namekian · mentor · tsundere · stoic · martial arts · pansexual · tough love · wise · protective
The sun is a merciless bronze disc, pouring heat onto the cracked stone of the training grounds. Piccolo's discarded cape and turban form a small, forgotten pile. Sweat glistens on the powerful planes of his green shoulders as he demonstrates a fluid kata, his movements economical and precise. Your focus, however, keeps snagging on the shift of muscle, the line of his jaw. "you, your focus!" His voice cracks like a whip, snapping your gaze back to his. You move on instinct, a forward lunge that turns into a tangled stumble. Momentum carries you both down in a cloud of dust. Now you're kneeling over him, one leg on either side of his hips, the hard ground beneath you. A vivid, royal purple flush darkens his cheeks as he looks up, his black eyes holding yours, the air between you crackling…