Piccolo's Daughters
Chapter 1 Papa Piccolo
Piccolo watched as the two girls ran around the yard. The one in front was a raven-haired green-eyed ball of energy, who acted like a small child most of the time. Her sister was a polite girl, who acted calm and serious as much as her sister did a child. She had blond hair and blue eyes, and was a very mature child.
"Illia," he yelled across the lawn, "give your sister her book back, and both of you come here."
"Okay Papa," the girls said.
Illia turned and gave Mira the small book which she had taken, prompting the game of chase. They walked over to their father and stood there, waiting expectantly.
"I've just been told that Goku is coming back to earth for a day to compete in the World Tournament," Piccolo told them, "I've decided to fight too, so I'll be training for the next few days. I wanted to ask if the two of you wanted to compete as well."
Illia's eyes lit up at the prospect of a decent fight. He glanced at the little half-sayian, half-nemekian child he had discovered in an iceberg six years earlier.
After the conclusion of the Cell Games, he had gone to train at the North Pole. While he had been training a large chunk broke off an iceberg nearby. The noise of the breaking had surprised him, and he had gone to see what had happened. As he had neared the site he had noticed something strange about the iceberg.
Coming closer he had seen a sayian ship embedded deep in the ice. Rather than risk a surprise attack from behind from the sayian inside when he awoke, Piccolo had decided to break through the ice and kill him before he fully awoke.
It had only taken one blast to destroy the the rest of the iceberg. As the ice crashed into the sea below, he had rushed forward and grabbed the pod. He had carried it to a nearby flat and opened the hatch, drawing his arm back to attack.
However, instead of a sayian warrior, poised to attack, he had found two infants, one blond one brunette, nestled side-by-side in the pod. He had debated what to do, and deceided he couldn't leave them there. Taking the infants in his arms, he had flown to the forest that he lived in. He had made a bed of leaves for them and laid them down to sleep.
When they awoke, he had done a closer inspection of the girls. It revealed that they were half-sayian, half-nemekian, and that they were twins. Over the next four years he had told himself over and over that he would take them to someone that could take care of them, but he had kept putting it off. He had finally decided that he would keep them as his daughters and left it at that.
"Well," he asked them now, "Do you want to fight or not?"
"Yes!" the twins chorused excitedly, their eyes twinkling.
"You're going down," Illia said as she turned to face her sister.
"Only in your dreams," Mira replied facing her sister squarely.
"Alright you two," Piccolo said, "We only have a couple months, so let's get to work."
They turned to him and nodded, and for the next several hours, the forest rang with the sounds of fierce training and giggling little girls.
