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"You can guess why I'm here." Piccolo's gruff tone broke through Gokou's thoughts as the powerful namekian warrior turned his onyx gaze upon father and son. Gokou thought he saw an inkling of pride flit past the fighter's hard exterior as he glanced at his former seito. Nodding in respect at his old sensei, Gohan glanced from his father to Piccolo.
"Yeah," Gokou said, scratching the back of his head absently, his eyes seeming far away as he gazed out into the blue expanse; "That enegry...I've felt it before..."
"He's back, Gokou." Piccolo growled, his hands balled into fists at his sides; "I still remember when I blasted him..."
"What are you two talking about?" Gohan asked, his dark eyes wide, feeling a shiver race down his spine, "Why does that energy feel so..."
"Familar?" Piccolo cut in, "It should. Don't you remember your Uncle Raditz, kid?"
"Ra...Wait! Hey!" Gohan's face lit up as recognition dawned, "I was really small at the time, but I remember him! He kidnapped me right..."
"Right before Piccolo took you on as a student, Gohan." Gokou finished; "But, we killed him! At least..." He turned around, facing Piccolo, his hands spread wide as a look of bafflement spread across his boyish features; "...I thought we did!"
"This can't be good, Gokou!" Piccolo said, heavy brow ridges drawing down over deep-set, narrowed eyes, "I don't know how or why he's back...but..."
"Hey! Let's not get all ahead of ourselves, Piccolo!" Gokou laughed, albeit a little nervously, "Maybe he's changed...Maybe he's come back to say he's sorry and stuff!"
Both his son and Piccolo shot him similar looks which caused Gokou to shift slightly, sigh and fall back into a serious posture; "I think we need to get the others together and figure out what to do."
"Good thinking, Dad!" Gohan said, "What do you think Piccolo?"
Gokou turned towards the namekian, his brows lifted into his hairline. Gokou knew when it was best to hear...and when it was best to be heard. He sincerly hoped they could alleviate the situation without violence, but something gnawing at his insides told him it was a vain hope at best.