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makorinhitaki · 1 day ago
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THE COMMUNITY NOTE
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jo-gakky · 1 month ago
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Im gonna keel over-
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renwick-artz · 7 months ago
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He is pookie by the way
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piccoloswifers · 2 months ago
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shycroissanti · 4 months ago
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Oh, and I drew bean Piccolo xD
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tamashi-tai-tamashi · 2 months ago
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One of the reasons why Gokū is an amazing character is that his kindness and forgiveness are a result of his deeply pure heart, not of some philosophical idea about morality and justice.
When he gives a senzū to Piccolo, decides not to kill Radditz and to let him go instead (well, he had to kill him in the end but he was ready to let him live, you get my point), spares Freeza and even gives him his energy after he killed Kuririn, his best friend, he does not do it because he has great ideas about how bad it is to kill someone even if that person is horrible, he does not do it because he has thought about it and feels like it is morally wrong, he does not do it because he doesn't want to be as terrible as the people he fights, he doesn't do it because he wants to be the bigger person or because he wants to prove that he's worth more than that, he has none of these grand philosophical ideas about morality, about what is right or wrong, that heroes very often have.
He does it because he is a genuinely good man. Nothing more than that. He's not a man of ideas, justice and morals. He's a man of heart.
Heroes with strong morals and a strong sense of justice, with philosophical ideas about it being wrong to kill, who spare the villain because they want to be the bigger person and don't want to be as cruel as said villain, can be good characters, although for me this trope is very often annoying.
But I think they'll never be as great as he, because the simplicity of a good man letting his enemies live and helping them out of pure kindness, is so, so much more powerful and touching than all their long speeches.
Anyway, I love Son Gokū 孫悟空.
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danthepest · 2 years ago
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Remember when Piccolo was such a smug prick and a bundle of psychotic, overconfident joy that he couldn’t stop laughing and smiling? Good times.
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pfpanimes · 2 years ago
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⌕ dragon ball • piccolo.
like or reblog if you save/use.
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favficbirthdays · 8 months ago
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Happy Birthday
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Piccolo (9th May)
Dragon Ball
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softcenteregg · 8 months ago
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Piccolo Day 2024 I know this is NOT the Piccolo that most people are talking about, but I love him soooo whatever. >_>
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yahnnto · 16 days ago
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this makes piccolo is the first dragon ball character i’ve ever drawn
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makorinhitaki · 29 days ago
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jo-gakky · 2 months ago
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I like drawing him i like drawing the funny man WARGHHH
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renwick-artz · 5 months ago
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I really like redrawing stuff..
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piccoloswifers · 2 months ago
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Piccolo x Wife!Reader
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Piccolo realizes he completely missed your anniversary
TW: A little spicy, You make out with your husband
To be fair to Piccolo, he didn't mean to forget your anniversary...he was just really busy at the moment
He's been training the kids, and when he wasn't doing that then he was training with Goku and Vegeta for another tournament
He's hardly seen you at all, actually...
Piccolo doesn't even realize that he missed your anniversary until Vegeta reminds him
"I'm surprised Y/N let you skip your anniversary for training, Bulma would've pitched a fit if it were her."
Piccolo suddenly felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped all over him
"My what..?"
The feeling got worse when Goku cut in, munching down on some meat
"Oh yeah! I guess those things are important! Don't worry, Piccolo, I forget that stuff all the time and Chi-Chi only gets mad for a little while!"
He can feel his brain shutting down as the reality of the situation sinks in, he had completely forgotten his wedding anniversary
Which means he had left you all alone without even so much as a scrap of affection from him
Had he even told you he loves you recently? He can't remember the last time he had said it...this tournament completely took over his thoughts
He wondered if you were angry with him, or if instead you were upset and thinking he didn't care about you
Immediately picking up on Piccolo's terrified silence, Vegeta scoffs and crosses his arms while shaking his head at him
"Don't tell me you forgot! Out of all of us here, you're supposed to be the husband who remembers that kind of stuff! You better go see your wife if you want to continue living after we win this tournament."
Piccolo is already flying off before Vegeta can say anything more, the prince can't believe that Bulma forced him into this plot to get the Namekian home to apologize to his wife
Why should he stick his nose into their marriage?! Because Bulma told him to?! Fine!
You were at home trying not to sulk, you understood how important this tournament was but you just wanted your husband to check in at least
With how crazy and stressful things have been lately, you yourself almost forgot about your wedding anniversary
Instead, you ended up waiting by the window all day hoping to see your husband flying home...
Then you spent all night staring at your phone, hoping that he would at least call you...
It hurt just enough that you spent the next day with Bulma and Chi-Chi, whining about how much you missed Piccolo
"I just wanted to snuggle my stupidly handsome husband and kiss him until he begs for mercy..."
They had taken you out to go shopping and eat delicious food, which had helped you feel a little better. At least they understood how you felt
You're broken out of your sadness by the sound of Piccolo calling your name, his frantic tone startling you
"Piccolo, what's wrong-"
"Forgive me!"
You nearly run right into him, your husband on his knees, and holding up a mangled looking bouquet of flowers that he must've hastily grabbed
He's panting and out of breath like he flew the entire way home, his antennae drooping with guilt
"I didn't mean to miss our anniversary, forgive me..."
Suddenly, he's burying his face into your stomach and hugging you tightly before you can even respond. You instinctively start rubbing his head, doing your best to soothe him
It felt good to be held by Piccolo again, you had missed him so much lately...
You can't help yourself, you had already forgiven him the moment you saw him home again
"You stupid pathetic husband of mine...~"
Piccolo melts the moment you touch him, closing his eyes and immediately letting out a sigh of relief 😮‍💨
Your soft hands slide down to cup his cheeks, guiding his face upwards so that you can kiss him properly, his large hands coming up to grip your hips
Suddenly, his hands slide down under your thighs as he lifts you up, making you gasp in surprise before smiling and pulling him in for another kiss
"You better make it up to me, Piccolo~"
"Gladly."
Your body heats up at the sight of your husband's smug smirk, feeling the way his grip on your body tightens as you run your fingers down his neck
A needy moan escapes you as your hands come to rest against his chest, feeling one of his fangs catch on your tongue just enough to be hot
You both pull away just enough to stare intensely at the other, panting into each other's mouths as you both come to the same conclusion
Your breathless laughter echoes around the house as Piccolo carries you into your shared bedroom, the flowers trampled on the floor and forgotten
Piccolo is back with Goku and Vegeta the next day, blushing furiously as Goku inquires about the new marks on his neck and back
"Woah! Did you and Y/N spar for your anniversary? I wish Chi-Chi and I could do that!"
"Shut. Up."
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rogueshadow1124 · 23 days ago
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TRAINING
[Piccolo x reader]
Summary: Y/N training with the Namekian warrior.
Word count: 1524
Warnings: fighting (training) and a mention of blood at the end.
She wasn’t intimidated by his stoic demeanor, his impressive power, or the green skin that seemed to glow under the sun. No, Y/N had a different kind of relationship with the Namekian warrior. They had trained together many times, but today’s training had an extra edge to it. The challenge had been set, and neither was going to back down.
Y/N wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, feeling the sting of her earlier mistake. “Alright, let’s try that again,” she said, her voice steady but with a hint of impatience.
Piccolo didn’t say anything in response, but his narrowed gaze was enough to let her know he wasn’t going to let her off easy.
Y/N had a tendency to be a little clumsy in her fights, often letting her eagerness get the better of her. It was a trait that had sometimes frustrated her mentors, but she never let it deter her. In fact, it was part of the reason she liked training with Piccolo—his no-nonsense attitude forced her to focus and refine her skills in ways she never thought possible.
"You think you can keep up with me today?" Piccolo finally asked, his deep voice cutting through the silence.
Y/N’s lips curled into a confident smile as she cracked her knuckles. “Just watch me.”
Piccolo remained quiet, his eyes studying her every move as she dropped into a fighting stance. He knew she had a lot of potential, especially as a Saiyan, but she could be reckless at times. Still, there was something about her that intrigued him—her tenacity, her spirit, her willingness to improve, no matter how many times she fell. She was a lot like him in that regard.
The moment of silence passed, and with a swift movement, Y/N lunged forward. Her legs carried her with a speed that belied her earlier clumsiness, and she threw a punch aimed directly at Piccolo’s midsection. But, as always, Piccolo was ready. He dodged effortlessly, his green form twisting away from her attack as though he anticipated it before it even began.
Y/N growled under her breath. “You’re too fast!”
Piccolo smirked, his tone calm. “You’re too predictable.”
She wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Y/N launched herself into another series of rapid punches, trying to overwhelm Piccolo with sheer speed. Her fists cut through the air, each strike aimed to land somewhere, anywhere on him. She wasn’t trying to hurt him—at least not too much—but she was hoping to land a clean hit. It wasn’t easy; Piccolo dodged and blocked with almost mechanical precision, his eyes never leaving her.
But for every move Y/N made, there was a mistake lurking in her technique, a small gap that Piccolo could exploit. He parried a wild punch, then swept his leg beneath hers, knocking her off balance. She fell to the ground with an ungraceful thud, but before she could hit the dirt, Piccolo had already jumped back to his starting position, standing tall and unbothered.
“Focus,” he called out to her, his tone a mix of patience and authority. “You can’t just throw punches and hope one lands. You need strategy.”
Y/N groaned as she sat up, brushing herself off. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Piccolo’s gaze softened for a brief moment, though his expression remained stern. “You’ve got power, Y/N. But you’re too reckless with it. Stop thinking with your fists. Think with your mind.”
She scowled, feeling the sting of his words. “I know that, Piccolo. I just… sometimes I get too excited.”
He nodded, his eyes still focused on her. “Excitement won’t win you battles. Precision will. Let me show you.”
Before Y/N could react, Piccolo’s hands shot forward in a series of rapid-fire energy blasts. They were fast and powerful, each blast a small but deadly projectile aimed at her. Y/N barely had time to react, her instincts kicking in as she scrambled to evade the blasts. She zipped to the left, then to the right, but a few blasts grazed her arm and side, leaving stinging burns. She hissed in pain but ignored it, using the pain to fuel her focus.
“Focus, Y/N!” Piccolo shouted, his voice unwavering.
Y/N didn’t have time to respond. Another barrage of energy blasts came her way, and she had no choice but to take them head-on. She clenched her fists, gathering her energy. A surge of power shot through her body, and with a determined yell, she formed a barrier of energy around herself. The blasts collided with her shield, and for a moment, the force was overwhelming. Y/N gritted her teeth, feeling the strain, but she held her ground.
Piccolo watched with a mix of respect and mild surprise. He hadn’t expected her to form a shield so quickly. But he wasn’t done yet. He flicked his hand, and the energy blasts ceased, leaving only a gust of wind in their wake.
Y/N lowered her shield and took a deep breath. “Not bad, huh?”
Piccolo didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he gave a small nod, acknowledging her effort. “Better. But don’t think that will be enough.”
With a sudden burst of speed, Piccolo vanished, reappearing directly in front of Y/N. His fist collided with her stomach before she could even react. The blow sent her tumbling backward, but she quickly flipped mid-air, landing on her feet. She coughed, her body already feeling the effects of the hit, but her Saiyan pride wouldn’t let her show weakness.
“That was a cheap shot,” she said with a wince, her voice laced with humor despite the pain.
Piccolo crossed his arms. “You were distracted. That’s your mistake.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes, brushing off the sting in her abdomen. “Alright, I get it. No more mistakes.”
“Good,” Piccolo replied, his voice even. “Now show me what you’ve really got.”
A fire lit in Y/N’s eyes, and she immediately charged again, this time using more control and precision. She wasn’t just flailing anymore; she was calculating, watching his movements, waiting for an opening. Her fists moved with purpose, each punch a deliberate attack. Her speed increased, and she began to anticipate Piccolo’s dodges, changing the angle of her strikes mid-motion.
Piccolo was forced to keep up with her, his eyes tracking every movement. She wasn’t as fast as him, but she was growing more and more unpredictable with each passing moment. He was impressed, though he’d never admit it aloud.
Y/N feinted a punch, then followed up with a roundhouse kick aimed at his head. Piccolo barely dodged it, but she wasn’t done. As he moved to counter, Y/N ducked under his arm, her fist connecting with his side in a sharp jab. It wasn’t a powerful hit, but it was enough to make him take a step back.
“That’s more like it,” Piccolo muttered, his voice showing the faintest hint of approval.
Y/N grinned, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get the better of him, but she wasn’t going to back down. Not today.
Piccolo’s eyes gleamed. “But you’re still sloppy.”
Y/N’s grin faltered slightly, but she didn’t let his words get to her. Instead, she shifted her weight and raised her energy. “Then I guess I’ll just have to get sloppier.”
The next moments passed in a blur. Piccolo and Y/N moved in a whirlwind of punches, kicks, and energy blasts. She was faster now, more confident, her moves more unpredictable. Her energy flared with the intensity of the fight, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her.
Despite her earlier blunders, she was beginning to realize the key to fighting Piccolo—control, precision, and patience. He was teaching her more than just how to fight; he was teaching her how to think, how to observe, and how to evolve in battle. Every time she made a mistake, she learned from it. Every time she got knocked down, she got back up stronger.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, both Piccolo and Y/N stood facing each other, breathing heavily. She was covered in dirt and sweat, her body sore from the battle, but she was grinning from ear to ear. This was the kind of training she thrived on—the kind that pushed her beyond her limits.
Piccolo gave her a brief nod, acknowledging her progress. “You’re getting better.”
Y/N smirked, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. “Told you I could keep up.”
Piccolo didn’t reply, but there was a subtle shift in his posture—a sign of respect, though unspoken. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She wasn’t perfect, and she knew she still had a long way to go, but with every fight, every training session, she was becoming stronger.
And with Piccolo as her mentor, she knew she was in good hands.
“Same time tomorrow?” Y/N asked, a playful challenge dripping from her tongue.
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