The New Generation
Chapter 1 Piccolo's Decision
As the former demon king sat on the Lookout meditating it dawned on him. In the nearly nine months since the Cell Games he had gotten no stronger. Granted, he had spent a good deal of time training Dende, his better half's successor, but he should have seen some increase. "Dende," the tall Namekian growled.
"Yes," replied the young god of earth.
"When is Gohan's brother going to be born."
Dende closed his eyes momentarily as he focused on his human friend's mother. "In approximately two weeks," he replied. "Why?"
"I have something to discuss with his mother."
"And that would be?" The young guardian was sounding slightly annoyed at his mentor.
"Well, I've decided Goku had the right idea about passing the role of protectors to the next generation, but I think that Gohan's isn't that generation."
"Are you going to drag this out all day Piccolo?" A now irate Dende practically growled.
"What I'm getting to is that with Trunks and now Goku's second son going to be born soon that it might balance things out if a Namek were to join them."
"Wha?"
"In other words," a now smirking Piccolo cut him off. "I've decided to become a father"
Only two other sounds were heard on the Lookout that day. One young god's jaw hitting the tiled floor and the barely breathed exclamation of "Oh my" form a short genie who happened to be the oldest being currently living on earth.
Two days later a young demi-saiyan was doing what he always did when the earth wasn't being threatened, studying. Gohan was currently working on his pet project, namely trying to come up with a mathematical equation that would explain the workings of metaphysical or magical energies when he felt his sensei's energy nearby.
There was a loud pounding followed by a call of "Gohan, could you be a dear and get that please," over the sound of running water. I hope this is just a social call, the young boy thought as he walked downstairs. Vague images of destruction and a new enemy or two were swimming in his mind.
"Hello Piccolo-San," Gohan said politely as he opened the door. "You don't need me to defeat some new evil do you?" he said only half-jokingly.
"Actually, kid" Piccolo replied softly, "I need to talk with your mother."
This was a shock. His mother and sensei weren't exactly renowned for their friendship. In fact, it was Gohan's personal belief that they only tolerated each other for his sake. Maybe I was just being conceited thinking that, he thought doubtfully.
"Gohan, who is it?" his mother's voice cut through his reverie.
"It's Piccolo mom," Gohan replied. "He says he wants to talk to you."
"You just tell him that if he wants to take my baby away again to fight then he can just leave before-"
"It's not that ChiChi," Piccolo cut of quickly before Goku's wife could bring up her infamous frying pan, he'd seen himself what it could do to even his thick-headed former nemesis. "Actually I would like to talk to you privately."
"Okay," she called with a frown evident in her voice, "as long as it's not about Gohan fighting."
Gohan led his friend into the kitchen where his mother was just turning away from the dishes she was doing and wiping her hands on an apron. She then gracefully waddled herself over to the table and sat down. "Gohan, why don't you get back to your studies while Piccolo and I talk." The young man began to make his way upstairs when he heard two sentences that would kill him with curiosity for the next several hours. The first, a fairly normal phrase, came from his mother, "What did you want to talk about?" The next was truly shocking to the young half-breed.
"I want to talk to you about babies."
The former Kami of earth opened his eyes with a triumphant smile. He had finally figured out how to best create his child with the best chance of kid being an individual. The process had taken him nearly five days to figure out but it was surprisingly simple. All he had to do was use Chi's soon to be born son as a model for the child's mind. This would have the added benefit, he hoped, of giving the kid a sayin's love of battle and the good-heartedness that came with being a Son.
It still amazed the Namekian that Gohan's mother had embraced his idea so readily. They had never really gotten along before with their differing views on what was best for Gohan, being a scholar or a warrior. Now he had even taking to calling her by the short nickname. She in turn had begun discussing with him, to his intense discomfort at times, all the intimate details of pregnancy and raising a child. The whole thing became even more astounding when he considered the fact that he had come right out with the fact that he planned to train all three as fighters. Chi had only given him what Gohan referred to as her 'Well duh' look.
Piccolo smirked, thinking of the shocked look on his pupil's face when he came down the morning after his sensei's visit to find him still there and in an apparently animated discussion. Another positive thing to add to the list, he thought. Gohan had been ecstatic to find his mother and sensei getting along so well. He had also been apparently overwhelmed when he learned of the Namek's intentions.
"I hope you're up to being a big brother once again Gohan," she had said. "Because we're going to help Piccolo raise his child."
The Namek's apparently now permanent smirk widened to a grin as he remembered how the boy had shown himself to truly be his mother's son by his reaction to the news. The young boy, who had fought aliens and saved the world from a genetic monstrosity less than nine months ago, fell into a dead faint.
End Chapter One
A/N: Next chapter Goten is born and a certain big green alien gets the shock of his life.
Chapter 1 Piccolo's Decision
As the former demon king sat on the Lookout meditating it dawned on him. In the nearly nine months since the Cell Games he had gotten no stronger. Granted, he had spent a good deal of time training Dende, his better half's successor, but he should have seen some increase. "Dende," the tall Namekian growled.
"Yes," replied the young god of earth.
"When is Gohan's brother going to be born."
Dende closed his eyes momentarily as he focused on his human friend's mother. "In approximately two weeks," he replied. "Why?"
"I have something to discuss with his mother."
"And that would be?" The young guardian was sounding slightly annoyed at his mentor.
"Well, I've decided Goku had the right idea about passing the role of protectors to the next generation, but I think that Gohan's isn't that generation."
"Are you going to drag this out all day Piccolo?" A now irate Dende practically growled.
"What I'm getting to is that with Trunks and now Goku's second son going to be born soon that it might balance things out if a Namek were to join them."
"Wha?"
"In other words," a now smirking Piccolo cut him off. "I've decided to become a father"
Only two other sounds were heard on the Lookout that day. One young god's jaw hitting the tiled floor and the barely breathed exclamation of "Oh my" form a short genie who happened to be the oldest being currently living on earth.
Two days later a young demi-saiyan was doing what he always did when the earth wasn't being threatened, studying. Gohan was currently working on his pet project, namely trying to come up with a mathematical equation that would explain the workings of metaphysical or magical energies when he felt his sensei's energy nearby.
There was a loud pounding followed by a call of "Gohan, could you be a dear and get that please," over the sound of running water. I hope this is just a social call, the young boy thought as he walked downstairs. Vague images of destruction and a new enemy or two were swimming in his mind.
"Hello Piccolo-San," Gohan said politely as he opened the door. "You don't need me to defeat some new evil do you?" he said only half-jokingly.
"Actually, kid" Piccolo replied softly, "I need to talk with your mother."
This was a shock. His mother and sensei weren't exactly renowned for their friendship. In fact, it was Gohan's personal belief that they only tolerated each other for his sake. Maybe I was just being conceited thinking that, he thought doubtfully.
"Gohan, who is it?" his mother's voice cut through his reverie.
"It's Piccolo mom," Gohan replied. "He says he wants to talk to you."
"You just tell him that if he wants to take my baby away again to fight then he can just leave before-"
"It's not that ChiChi," Piccolo cut of quickly before Goku's wife could bring up her infamous frying pan, he'd seen himself what it could do to even his thick-headed former nemesis. "Actually I would like to talk to you privately."
"Okay," she called with a frown evident in her voice, "as long as it's not about Gohan fighting."
Gohan led his friend into the kitchen where his mother was just turning away from the dishes she was doing and wiping her hands on an apron. She then gracefully waddled herself over to the table and sat down. "Gohan, why don't you get back to your studies while Piccolo and I talk." The young man began to make his way upstairs when he heard two sentences that would kill him with curiosity for the next several hours. The first, a fairly normal phrase, came from his mother, "What did you want to talk about?" The next was truly shocking to the young half-breed.
"I want to talk to you about babies."
The former Kami of earth opened his eyes with a triumphant smile. He had finally figured out how to best create his child with the best chance of kid being an individual. The process had taken him nearly five days to figure out but it was surprisingly simple. All he had to do was use Chi's soon to be born son as a model for the child's mind. This would have the added benefit, he hoped, of giving the kid a sayin's love of battle and the good-heartedness that came with being a Son.
It still amazed the Namekian that Gohan's mother had embraced his idea so readily. They had never really gotten along before with their differing views on what was best for Gohan, being a scholar or a warrior. Now he had even taking to calling her by the short nickname. She in turn had begun discussing with him, to his intense discomfort at times, all the intimate details of pregnancy and raising a child. The whole thing became even more astounding when he considered the fact that he had come right out with the fact that he planned to train all three as fighters. Chi had only given him what Gohan referred to as her 'Well duh' look.
Piccolo smirked, thinking of the shocked look on his pupil's face when he came down the morning after his sensei's visit to find him still there and in an apparently animated discussion. Another positive thing to add to the list, he thought. Gohan had been ecstatic to find his mother and sensei getting along so well. He had also been apparently overwhelmed when he learned of the Namek's intentions.
"I hope you're up to being a big brother once again Gohan," she had said. "Because we're going to help Piccolo raise his child."
The Namek's apparently now permanent smirk widened to a grin as he remembered how the boy had shown himself to truly be his mother's son by his reaction to the news. The young boy, who had fought aliens and saved the world from a genetic monstrosity less than nine months ago, fell into a dead faint.
End Chapter One
A/N: Next chapter Goten is born and a certain big green alien gets the shock of his life.