The Namekian sat in tranquil meditation before a roaring waterfall, his mind drifting with the rhythm of cascading water, each drop merging into the endless flow. The soothing symphony of sloshing and splashing enveloped him—until suddenly, a sharp rupture in the serenity shattered the harmony. His eyes snapped open, instincts flaring as he scanned the surroundings.

A sharp squeal pierced the air, echoing from the dense thicket surrounding them. The rustling bushes trembled as a heel crashed into a hedge, followed by the limp form of a blue body. Piccolo’s gaze snapped upward—above him, a jagged rift of swirling purple and blue split the sky. And just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished.

“…I know you’re here. Show yourself.” his Ki flared up, on high alert of his surroundings.