Meditations: First Meeting
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Rating: cotton candy
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Plot: Can a green alien teach you to meditate? Or better yet, shut your mouth?
A/n: okay, okay, okay OKAY! Hear me out…I don’t see a lot of love for this green guy. I actually adore him as a character. He really grew on me while watching DB. I think he needs a little love and appreciation.
I think it has to do with the fact he doesn’t look like a regular human, and honestly I get it. But he could get it. And he should.
I will keep writing for him because Piccolo has such great fic potential that no one is utilizing.
Your lesson: we can’t judge books by their cover. It could just be the best book you’ve ever read ;) and that particular book might just be tall, handsome and green. You never know.
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Meditation.
This wasn’t something that you were particularly skilled at.
You tried a few times to do a guided meditation with that popular app that was complimentary thanks to your company on your lunch breaks. After several attempts you just gave up. The cricket sounds were relaxing though.
Such poise.
He sat on the hillside every day crosslegged, eyes closed, faced out towards the valley.
What exactly he was thinking about you could not have guessed.
Even if someone paid you one million Zeni to guess, you still wouldn’t have got it right.
He just seems so peaceful, his cape flowing in the light breeze.
Probably one of those basement rats who work on software towers. You thought to yourself. Makes sense he would try and catch some sun during his break.
“Umm, excuse me?”
Your hands nervously fiddled with the hem of your shirt. You’ve heard the rumors about the people downstairs, however you were curious. And walking up the hill to speak to him had your nerves all over the place.
“Hmm?” It was if he broke out of trance.
The man looked over his shoulder in your direction, putting his feet back down upon the grass when he saw you standing several feet away.
It was easier now to take in his full form. He was large and green. Such an odd appearance, you think. Nothing like anything you’ve seen before.
No sunlight…
It was a lot to take in at once. Your eyes glanced over him. You didn’t imagine he’d be this tall. He practically towered over you.
He blinked a few times before you spoke up. “Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I was just…” You voice trailed off as well as your courage. You turned on a heel to walk down the hillside you treaded up.
“Is there something you need?” His strong voice stopped you in your tracks. Of course, a voice that strong, and that deep would come from someone like him. It should almost be expected due to his size. But the tone alone was comforting to an extent. It didn’t enact fear in you.
You turn back around to look at him once more. Trying to find something to actually say that has real meaning. “I, uhh, see you from my window most days and I just wanted to know what you’re looking at?”
He looked down into the valley below. The blue of the nearby lake shined under the hot sun. Trees blowing in the humid summer breeze. “I wasn’t looking at anything.”
“No?” it seems your courage finds its metal and you walk up beside him, looking down into the same valley. “This is a very beautiful view, though. I would’ve never come up here, save for my curiosity.”
You backed away from the edge, remembering that you have a fear of heights. “Again, I’m very sorry that I bothered you. I just…”
There you go again.
He takes a seat on the ground near where he was before, crossing his arms against his chest. “I was only meditating. You are welcome to join me if you wish.”
Unmoving from where you stood and just above a whisper, “I don’t think I know how. I tried with the company sponsored app and it’s just too much.”
You heard him take a breath in. It was long and deep, and filled his chest.
“I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about. However, take a seat here.” He pointed to a patch of grass near him. You obliged sitting down on the spot he designated.
His eyes were closed, his head tilted down towards the ground, relaxing.
“It’s your decision now if you wish to think or not.”
You looked over at him, his form unchanged. “Think of what?”
“That is what you must choose.”
“Do you work for my company? I don’t think I’ve seen you in the building before. I only see you on this hill.”
“I do not work for anyone.”
Your hands relax in your lap. “Oh, so you’re a freelancer then. You might make some good money, but no benefits is shit.”
“You are making little sense now. Clear you mind. Or keep your thoughts to yourself.”
You sat quietly for sever moments. You were watching him, taking in the strange details of his silhouette.
But you broke the silence again.
“Are you Yoda?”
“I’m Piccolo.”
“Is that your ‘Yoda’ name? Your like Yoda, but your name is Piccolo….Piccolo like the instrument.”
He took another breath this time it resembled more of a deep grown. His brow is furrowed with confusion and almost frustration at this point. His hand are gesticulating when he raises his voice. “I do not understand what you’re saying.”
What should have frightened you made you smile cheerfully. There is nothing you love more than to talk about one of your favorite things, Star Wars.
“Okay, so there’s this movie called Star Wars and there is a character in that movie called Yoda. Yoda is a small green character and he has pointy ears.” You looked over at him pointing, “Oh, yeah, kind of exactly like your ears.”
You look back out at the scenery, shoulders, relaxing, and the tone of your voice, so joyful. “And he talks so formal and it’s almost as if he speaks in riddles. You kind of remind me of him, though you’re not small like Yoda.”
Again, you look to him. But his eyes are open and he’s staring into the air blinking blankly. You went silent, then. Fear of irritating him once more. Your eyes darting between him and your fingers in your lap. “I’m sorry…I…listen, I have never met anyone like you. I can only compare you to what I think I know. However, I know that’s only fiction. I don’t mean to be rude or a burden.”
He’s floating several inches off the ground, his eyes closed.
You turn sitting on your calves now. “Piccolo, what are you exactly?”
“A Yoda,” he said very serious, his tone almost booming.
Your obvious confusion broke him as he began to chuckle.
“I am an Namekian.”
“A Na-mek-ian,” you said repeating the title, annunciating the syllables. “So you’re an alien.”
“Yes.”
“Yes? Well, I guess I kind of figured you are green and everything.”
That made him turn to look at you. But you looked right back at him matter-of-factly.
“It is kind of odd, you know, the whole green skin. What are these rigid parts on your arms?”
That confused look painted his face again. “My skin?”
“Yeah, these parts.” You touched the and quickly retracting your hand. It was soft like your own skin. For some reason you imagined it’d be sticky or at least moist. “I did not expect it to feel like that.” You squinted your eyes looking at his arm again. “It’s like you have a worm in there.”
“A worm?” It sounded like a question, yes, but it was really just a confused statement at best.
“It’s like the ridges that a worm has….”
He’s not even listening, his thumb and forefinger pressed again the bridge of his nose.
Shit.
I’m talking to much again.
“I’m sorry…”
You waited for his harsh tone to sting your ears again.
But it only came out in a calm, collected way.
“Perhaps, that is enough for today.” He put his feet on the ground. He faced away from you. “Farewell miss.”
That’s when he blasted off from the hillside into the air.
Only Superman can do that. Maybe only Clark and Namekians?
You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking.
Gosh, if Yoda could have done that then the entire plot of films would be different.
What if Yoda could fly, and we just didn’t know it.
Shut up!
You just spoke with a green alien, named Piccolo, who can fly.
A green alien.
Named Piccolo….like the instrument.
Who. Can. Fly.
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