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The little raven haired babe cried out into the night, waving her mini fists into the air.
Gohan, getting use to becoming a father, woke up reluctantly. Unlike his wife, Videl, he wasn't a light sleeper. He blindly threw the blankets off of him and swung his feet over to the side. He slid his feet into his dark blue fuzzy sleepers and stood wobbly. With his eyes barely open, he dragged his feet out of the room and into the room he use to sleep when he was kid, that was now taken up by his daughter, Pan.
Right as he touched the door knob to open it, the crying stopped. He cocked an eyebrow and opened the door. Inside was no other than his ex-sensei, Piccolo, sitting in a lotus position on the floor with Pan nestled safely in his lap, sleeping soundly. Piccolo, being the God-father to Pan, kept one hand protectively on her head.
He smirked at the sight before him. Piccolo cracked open an eye and gazed at him. The two held a silent conversation that the half-Sayian understood. Gohan nodded once and closed the door.
He laughed softly as he ventured back to his room. He slipped off his slippers and landed onto the bed tiredly, not bothering with the covers. Videl hummed, "Was Pan all right?"
Gohan yawed tiredly, "Yeah, she was fine. Just needed attention." He wrapped his arms around his wife and fell back into a deep sleep. The next day, Pan was back in her crib and there was no evidence of Piccolo being in the room. It was Piccolo's and Gohan's little secret.
Four short years later, the Son household was holding Pan's fourth birthday. Despite her age, and size, she was very intelligent and strong, much like her father. She was stubborn and persistent to get what she wanted, like her mother. She was fighting with her mother on starting her training when she was four. After a whole month of yelling and screaming, Videl gave in and allowed her start training after her fourth birthday.
When Piccolo heard about the plan, he told Pan that he would get her something special. Naturally, Pan already wanted her special gift. Despite her pleading and begging, Piccolo refused to tell her what it was. The Namek could be more stubborn than Pan at times.
Pan was so excited that she counted down the days to her date of birth. Finally, the day arrived, and she couldn't be happier. After a rather large breakfast, she watched as her grandmother greeted her great grandfather into her home with many presents. The house began to fill with the many friends either her father or mother had made, and their children, who she became close to.
The one person she was dying to see was her Uncle Piccolo. She was run from the party and to the front window to see if she could him. After an hour everybody was here, she felt let down and sulked back to her party.
Just a few minutes later, the said Namek landed right out side of the house. Gohan ran up and greeted his old friend and called out, "Pan! Guess whose here?"
With in a millisecond, Pan bolted from the crowded party outside and hooked onto Piccolo's legs. She looked up and beamed up at him. Piccolo smirked down at her, picked her up by her collar and placed the girl on his weighted shoulder pad. Videl huffed angrily, "Piccolo! Don't pick her up by her new dress! Besides, she could get hurt if you pick her up like that."
Piccolo rolled his eyes. Gohan laughed, "It's alright hun! He picked me up like that all the time when I was little and I was alright."
Pan giggled and placed Piccolo's turban onto her head. The head wear covered her eyes before cocking it to the side to see out of one eye. Piccolo grabbed his turban back and placed it snugly back on his head. He murmured, "Where your own clothes." She giggled before she was placed back down onto the ground.
Pan was less than thrilled when the presents were handed out though. Just about everyone gave her a dress of some kind or a doll house. She thanked everyone for giving her the gift, but being known as a tomboy, she wasn't ecstatic to get a pink dress with ruffles on the bottom.
After an hour, all of her gifts were opened, and she noticed that she hadn't received one from Piccolo. The man walked up to her and placed his hand on her head. Her skin began to tingle and she looked down to see the exact same outfit that Piccolo wore day to day. He crossed his arms, "If your going to train with me, you have to wear my style. Ask your father."
She squealed and jumped to his torso and hugged him tight. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
He ruffled her hair, "Easy kid. Training starts tomorrow." She detached from his side and went to show her Uncle Goten what Piccolo had gotten her.
Gohan laughed as he leaned against the tall green man, "I volutered to wear that outfit. You never made me."
Piccolo shrugged, "Then why are you complaining?"
The half-sayian pushed him playfully, "I'm not complaining. I'm making a true statement."