Hello!
This is just a collection of short pieces of our favorite characters lives with their families.
Gohan and his new family
Vegeta and his family
And Piccolo and Anabel.
I've written stories about Anabel under my old account and am in the process of writing more about her under this new account. She is not a mary sue, or at least I try not to make her one. I try to make Anabel as realistic as possible and real people have flaws which she dose. I know it is probably confusing to read about her now but hopefully you'll get a better understanding of her in the time to come.
I am NOT fantastic at spelling or grammar! I'll be honest I suck at it. I'm trying to get better but I know it still sucks
Just please bare with me please! Any helpful comments or ideas are always welcome. feel free to comment or pm me anytime! Always positive! Always constructive! Never negative! Negative comments do not hurt me they just waste your time :)
I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL Z!
Piccolo stared down at the sleeping child inside the crib. The moonlight streaming in from the window shined down on the child. He didn't want to admit that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen but…it was…She was. The newborn girl was tiny weighing in just at 5 and a half pounds but so healthy. His own Namekian blood and her mother's Siayan blood in her veins made her so healthy and strong. In her mother's womb she grew faster than a normal child. Finally Anabel had no choice but to deliver the baby at 7 months because the child had already broken 2 of her ribs from its constant kicking and rolling around. It was a sight to see. Piccolo would lay next to his wife at night while she slept and pull up her shirt, exposing her round belly. He would watch amazed when the child inside kicked. He could see the tiny foot outlined through Anabel's skin. She would punch and he could see her tiny fingers of her fist.
This was the first child of her kind. Namekian people didn't have genders or give birth. Namekian children were birthed from eggs. It was unbelievable when Anabel told Piccolo she was with child. She was scared to tell him and now looking back and seeing the way he reacted he can see why. He was angry, there was no way the child could be his and he was angry that Anabel was crazy enough to want to stay with him and keep the child. Piccolo had disappeared for days sulking in his own mind, reaching out to Kami for answers. The only answer Kami could offer the man was it was just a pure miracle. The Kia's were blessing him with this gift. Piccolo never believed or even wanted to get married but he wouldn't leave Anabel husbandless to raise the child.
The room was absolutely silent besides her soft breathing. Piccolo didn't know how long he had been standing there, staring at his child but it had to be going on hours now. He had named her Camille, after Kami. Piccolo had always took that old man for granted when he had actually done so much for him. It was the least he could do, by naming his daughter after him. What little hair she had on top of her head was blond, like her mothers, soft and wavy. Her pale skin was almost as soft as silk. Her lips were parted into a soft "O" as she slept, peacefully.
The big green man lifted his hand and reached over the wooden bars of the crib to touch her. At the last moment he hesitated, his hand hovered above her. Earlier that day at her birth, Anabel had insisted he hold the baby. He had refused to touch her. He wasn't as gentle as he should be with children. Training Gohan was an example of how bad he was with kids. Even though as time went one his once dead heart started to soften, he still wasn't as affectionate as he should be. What if he hurt the girl by accident? She was tiny. He could easily crush her if he pressed to hard or held her to tight. Vegeta and Goku had both accidently left bruises and scrapes on their children by not containing their energy enough. It was Piccolo's biggest fear that he would hurt Camille.
"You can't hurt her, Piccolo," a soft voice whispered behind him.
Piccolo glanced over his shoulder to his wife standing in the doorway of the small room. She was leaning against the doorway in a long light blue nightgown, her long blond hair in a curly mess. "Your hurt, woman, go back to bed." He grumbled, he had quickly pulled back his hand, crossing his arms over his chest.
Anabel raised her eyebrow and crossed her own arms over her chest. "I've been hurt way worse than this." She huffed, tiptoeing to his side. "I've been dead before. I think I can handle broken rips and child birth."
Rolling his eyes, Piccolo continued to stare down at the sleeping girl. "I'm not meant to be a father."
Anabel took one of his big hands in her own small ones. She lifted it up and examined it, in the moonlight. "These hands have done a lot…" she mused.
"They've hurt a lot-"
"But…never hurt someone they didn't mean to."
Piccolo looked down at his stubborn wife. He didn't even understand why she was the way she was. Why did she even love him? At home Chi-Chi never treated Anabel like she did Gohan. After conceiving Anabel the night of her wedding Chi-Chi was unprepared for her first child and resented having Anabel so young. But Gohan was her perfect child. She had everything prepared for his arrival, right down to his extensive education. As a child Piccolo wasn't even as nice to her as he was to Gohan. After the battle with Rattiz, Anabel had begged Piccolo to train her. The stubborn 7 year old had followed him, almost ruining the first few months of Gohan's survival training. When Piccolo still refused to train her. Anabel had trained herself. Surprisingly the 7 year old was strong but not strong enough to survive her first real battle against Nappa. Eventually their relationship grew while they trained at King Kia's in the otherworld. By the time their fight against Majin Buu came around Piccolo hated to admit he was in love with the half Siayan. Now here they were a year later with a tiny beautiful baby girl.
Annoyed Piccolo pulled his hand away from Anabel and she grinned knowing she won. He shot her a glare then looked back at the sleeping child in the crib. Slowly he reached back into the crib and as softly as he could, he let his fingertips barley graze along Camille's round cheek. It was softer than he could ever imagine.
"She's got your eyes, Piccolo," Anabel smiled warmly. "Dark, mysterious…"
He smirked he had noticed that earlier today. He would have thought the girl was just a clone of her mother. If it hadn't been for those dark eyes. His fingers continues to trace the girls face. He stroked her soft strains of hair. The fabric of her one-piece over her belly. Her tiny fingers. Suddenly in her sleep the girl curled her fingers around his big one. The grip was strong. She would be a strong warrior one day. He had no doubt about that.
"See that wasn't so bad now was it?" Anabel sighed, unable to hide her trumpet grin.
Piccolo softly freed his finger from the baby. "Goodnight, Camille." He murmured, then turned around to his wife. He growled quietly at her expression and grabbed her by the waist, careful of her broken ribs. Easily he lifted her up and started to carry her out the room. "I told you to go to bed woman." He grumbled.
Wrapping her thin arms around his neck, Anabel giggled and kissed Piccolo's cheek making him glower at her. "You'll be a great father, Piccolo."
"The two of you will be the death of me."
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