Essay About Gokuus Expression And Trials Of A True Warrior

Prologue
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The door to the Room of Spirit and Time drifted shut, and Piccolo sighed,
turning to look at the others who had gathered here in the Kamis palace.
Gokuus expression was unusually pensive; beside him, Gohans eyes were wide
with wonder. For a moment Piccolos gaze lingered on the boy, and he felt a
twinge of regret; Gohans childhood would not last much longer. Not with a
monster like Cell threatening the world. No, Gohan would soon be faced with
the trials of a true warrior, whether he was ready or not—and it was up to
the boys father to ensure that he was ready. Narrowing his eyes, Piccolo
assessed Gokuu again for the hundredth time. His one-time enemy could so
often be a blithering idiot . . . but as a warrior, Son Gokuu had no peer.
He sensed something of Gokuus plans for the boy, and he had to agree that
Gokuus assessment might be right; Gohans hidden power might be formidable,
indeed, if only it could be tapped. Hed trained Gohan himself, and had seen
something of that power, but as yet it was still wild, raw and
uncontrollable. Useless against something like Cell. If Gohans power was
to be tamed, only Gokuu could help the boy do so. And that kind of power
might be their only hope against the monster Cell . . .
A brief glance at the others only confirmed his feelings. Of all of them
save the Saiyajin members of their group, only he himself stood any chance at
all against Cell, and Piccolo was not so foolish as to overestimate himself
now that Cell had upgraded his power. Tenshinhan was formidable, but Cell
was unbelievably powerful; the three-eyed warrior wouldnt last long at all.
The same for Yamucha and Kulilyn, and worst of all, he could see that they
all *knew* how helpless they would be against Cell. Those three were the
greatest warriors of their race; it was disturbing to see them so
disheartened. For a moment he sympathized with them, but then he pushed the
feeling aside; probably a remnant of the old Kamis gentle personality
resurfacing. Sympathy would do neither the three warriors nor the rest of
the world any good, if Cell was not stopped.
Frustrated, Piccolo glanced at the door again, and scowled. Damn Vejiitas
arrogance; he and Trunks had taken the room when Gohan should have gone
first. But there was wisdom in gaining as much power among their little
group as possible, and if the Saiyajin prince and his time-travelling son
could increase their already formidable strength even a little, it might be
worth it. The pair might even prove to be their saviors . . . but although
the youth who called himself Trunks was an enigma to Piccolo, Vejiita was
another matter. He didnt relish the idea of being beholden to the Saiyajin
. . . but Piccolo was above all else a pragmatist. If Vejiita proved to be
the warrior who defeated Cell, he would accept it and endure Vejiitas
gloating for however long he had to. But privately, Piccolo suspected that
it would be the son, rather than the father, who ultimately gained the
greater power. Vejiitas cold-blooded ruthlessness made him an utterly
deadly warrior . . . but there was a coldness about Trunks as well, and the
boy was (surprisingly) even more driven and determined than his sire. Hed
have