The air was fresh, with a smell of rain in the background. It would rain soon, you could tell from the cloudy sky, but this was the best time for Piccolo to climb the highest rock and meditate, especially when he was accompanied by you. Back pressed to back, Piccolo feels his breathing light and calms down even more, his eyes closed.

Legs crossed and face slightly closed, arms crossed. He just looked mean, but you knew a little tickle on his ribs and he would quickly surrender to you.