Y/n's life had been woven into the fabric of a small village nestled among rolling hills and lush fields. It was a life she cherished, one where simplicity and connection were paramount. Her history was entwined with the stories of the village and the bonds she formed with its inhabitants.

Her parents, once disowned from their previous village for daring to love across societal boundaries, found refuge in this humble community. Y/n's dad, at the age of 20, and her mom, a young 17-year-old on the cusp of adulthood, met Bora, the village chief. Bora, with a keen sense for true-hearted souls, recognized the genuine nature of Y/n's parents and welcomed them into the village after the unanimous approval of the villagers. Since that day, they became integral members of the tight-knit community, contributing to its prosperity.

Growing up alongside Upa and under the benevolent gaze of Bora, Y/n experienced the ebb and flow of village life. Despite a significant age gap, her friendship with Upa flourished. As she assisted in his growth, he, in turn, became a steadfast companion in her journey.

Their routine often led them to the fields, where the fertile soil bore the fruits of their labor. Y/n and Upa, with their hands in the earth, worked side by side. The sun painted the sky with hues of gold as they toiled under its warmth, creating a backdrop for the symphony of nature.

One day, as Y/n and her father worked diligently in the fields, Y/n's dad approached her, the lines of hard work etched on his face. "Y/n, are you hungry?" he asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.

She considered for a moment, glancing at the sun's position. "I could go for a bit longer without a break."

He chuckled, his eyes filled with paternal pride. "Always the hard worker, but I want a break. Come, follow me."

They entered their modest home, a place filled with the warmth of shared memories. Y/n's dad skillfully crafted sandwiches, and they sat at the table, engaging in casual conversation. 

"Ms. Ashin is getting better at making bread," Y/n's father remarked with a grin.

Y/n nodded in agreement, savoring the simple joys of home-cooked meals. Her father turned the conversation towards her training.

"How's the training been going, Y/n? I haven't seen much of you around lately. Still got time for your dear old dad?" he teased with a twinkle in his eye.

Y/n smiled, appreciating the genuine concern in her father's words. "It's been good, Dad. Some challenging moves and techniques, but nothing I can't handle. Made a few friends, too. I'll be heading back there later."

Her father's eyes softened. "Just make sure you always have time for your dear old dad, alright?"

Y/n nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, Dad. No matter where life takes me, I'll always have time for you."

With their sandwiches finished, they headed back outside to the fields. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the village.  As they completed the tasks at hand, Y/n hugged her father goodbye, promising to return soon.

With the basket of freshly harvested vegetables cradled in her arms, Y/n made her way through the village, her steps light and purposeful. Each house received its share of the bounty, and the villagers welcomed her with smiles and expressions of gratitude. 

As she approached each house in the village, Y/n greeted her neighbors with a genuine smile. The villagers, busy with their evening routines, paused to exchange pleasantries. The fragrance of the freshly harvested vegetables filled the air, and the sense of community that defined the village echoed through every interaction.

"Good evening, Mrs. Takahashi! Fresh vegetables for you," Y/n cheerfully called out as she approached the first house. Mrs. Takahashi, an elderly woman with a gentle smile, expressed her gratitude for the thoughtful gesture.

Moving from house to house, Y/n continued her rounds. "Hello, Mr. Suzuki! I hope these add a bit of flavor to your dinner tonight." Mr. Suzuki, a jovial man known for his love of storytelling, regaled Y/n with a tale from his youth as he graciously accepted the vegetables.

The village echoed with laughter and shared stories as Y/n made her way through the winding paths. Children played in the courtyards, and the scent of home-cooked meals wafted through the air. The village was alive with the warmth of connection and shared moments.

Finally, with her basket nearly empty, Y/n reached the last house before ascending the mountain. She knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal Upa's father, Bora.

"Y/n! What a pleasant surprise," Bora exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the vegetables. "You've outdone yourself again."

Y/n grinned. "Just a little extra from today's harvest. I thought you might enjoy it."

Bora accepted the vegetables with gratitude. "You always bring a bit of sunshine to our home, Y/n. Thank you."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a gentle glow over the landscape, Y/n headed towards the Lookout. The mountain path, though familiar, held a sense of anticipation. She navigated the narrow trails, occasionally looking up at the stars that began to twinkle in the evening sky.

Ascending the winding path, Y/n felt the familiar pull of the Lookout, a place where her journey to become stronger unfolded. The stars above guided her ascent, and as she reached the pinnacle, the vast expanse of the Lookout stretched before her.

"Y/n!" a familiar voice called out. It was Dende, who welcomed her with a warm smile. "Back from the village, I see. How are things?"

Y/n returned the smile. "Everything's good, Dende. The village is thriving, and I brought some vegetables for Mr Popo, and some of the mountain water for you and Piccolo, since you guys don't eat."

Dende's eyes twinkled. "It's always a pleasure to have you here, y/n. Piccolo is waiting for you in the back. He mentioned something about refining your techniques today."

"Thanks, Dende," Y/n replied, returning a smile. She made her way to the quieter part of the Lookout, where Piccolo often found solace.

There, amidst the serene surroundings, she found Piccolo deep in meditation. His focus was palpable, the energy around him resonating with a quiet intensity. Y/n approached respectfully, not wanting to disturb the tranquility.

When Piccolo sensed her presence, he opened his eyes, and a subtle nod acknowledged her arrival.

"How's it going, Piccolo?" Y/n asked, offering the container of water.

Piccolo accepted it with a nod of gratitude. "Not bad. Your harvest went well?"

Y/n nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. "It did. I brought some for Popo. Actually. If you're up for it, that is, do you want to continue our training?"

Piccolo's stern expression softened into a rare hint of a smirk. "You're eager, I'll give you that. Let's see what you've got."

As the training session unfolded, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a twilight glow on the Lookout. Y/n and Piccolo exchanged powerful strikes and precise movements. The rhythmic sound of their training echoed through the sacred space.

In the quiet moments between sparring, Y/n took a breath and asked, "Piccolo, I've been curious. How did you end up here on the Lookout? What's your story?"

Piccolo paused, considering her question. "It's a long story, Y/n. Perhaps one day, I'll share it with you. For now, focus on your training." 

-

The night transitioned into a new day, with the first rays of the sun gently touching the Lookout. Y/n, exhausted from her rigorous training, had eventually succumbed to fatigue, slumping against one of the sturdy pillars. Dende, noticing her in a seemingly uncomfortable position, attempted to wake her. However, his gentle prodding and attempts to rouse her proved futile.

Concerned for her well-being, Dende draped a blanket over Y/n, ensuring she was at least shielded from the cool night air. As the morning sun painted the Lookout in warm hues, Y/n remained in peaceful slumber against the pillar, oblivious to the world around her.

In the morning, Gohan and Goku arrived at the Lookout. Goku's intention was to seek answers from Dende, and Gohan tagged along, eager to continue his training with Piccolo.

As they approached the training area, their eyes fell upon the sight of Y/n, still in the same position as the night before. Goku's brow furrowed with concern. "Hey, Dende, what happened to her? Is she okay?"

Dende sighed, a mix of worry and helplessness evident in his expression. "I've been trying to wake her up since last night, but she won't budge. I even covered her with a blanket."

Gohan, glancing at Y/n, shared his concern. "Shouldn't we do something? She doesn't look comfortable at all."

Dende nodded, "She pushed herself quite hard during training. I tried to wake her earlier, but she's completely out. I made sure she's covered, though."

Goku, still concerned but trusting Dende's judgment, decided to focus on his questions. "Can we talk inside, Dende? I've got some questions about some things bothering me. Gohan, go find Piccolo and let him know we're here."

Gohan nodded and went in search of Piccolo. Upon finding Piccolo deep in meditation, Gohan hesitated before addressing him. "Piccolo, Y/n passed out against one of the pillars. She looks uncomfortable, and Dende tried to wake her up with no luck. What should we do?"

Piccolo, his eyes still closed, let out a chuckle. "Try moving her yourself."

Gohan frowned, unsure. "Me? But I don't want to wake her up abruptly."

Piccolo opened one eye, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just try, Gohan."

Gohan cautiously approached Y/n, gently shaking her shoulder. "Hey, Y/n, it's morning. You should find a better place to sleep."

No response.

Gohan sighed and, with more determination, tried to lift her. Much to his surprise, Y/n was like a dead weight, unresponsive to his attempts to move her to a more comfortable spot.

Piccolo's smirk widened. "Told you."

As Gohan pondered the mystery of Y/n's heavy sleep, Piccolo decided to shift the conversation. "So, what brought you two here? Besides worrying about Y/n, of course."

Gohan looked away, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Dad has some questions for Dende. He's been troubled by something lately."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Piccolo nodded.

Not wanting to delve into the details, Gohan changed the subject, eager for some distraction. "Hey, Piccolo, do you think you could show me a new move or technique? Something that can help me improve."

Piccolo, ever the mentor, smirked. "Train, huh? I might have a new move to show you. Let's get started."

As Gohan and Piccolo began their training, and Y/n slept peacefully against one of the pillars, Inside Goku and Dende engaged in a discussion. Goku, with a furrowed brow, voiced his concerns and questions, seeking guidance from the Namekian guardian.

a/n- Sorry for the wait! Thank you for reading! I will try to update more often!