Title: Piccolo's Flute
Rating: For now it's G
Disclaimer: Flute is MINE I TELL YOU! ALL MINE! *ahem* But Piccolo is not, sadly, nor any characters from DBZ. *sniffle*
Piccolo levitated over one of his favorite meditation spots. The minnows raced each other upstream while a leaf floated down. Piccolo opened his eyes to watch a salamander slither into the giggling water and cling to the water grass growing from the bank. He closed his eyes again, but a moment later, a ship streaked across the northern sky and landed on the surface with a huge BOOM! Shaken from his meditation with no hope of getting started again, Piccolo decided to investigate.
He peeked cautiously over the edge of the huge crater and stared at the egg-shaped pod. He wandered down the slope to the ship and touched the outside, thinking of how to get in.
"(Whatever is in there, I'm sure it'll come out when it wants to,)" Nail told Piccolo.
As if to prove his point, the hatch appeared and opened very slowly.
"WAAAHHHHH!!!" Piccolo heard the creature before he saw it. The tiny baby clutched blindly at the open air and wailed loudly. Piccolo covered his sensitive ears in a vain attempt to block the sound. He lifted the child up by the leg and gave it the once over.
"Gah gee," it cooed and smiled at him, holding onto the blanket wrapped loosely around it's shoulders.
"(That's not how you hold a baby, baka!)" Nail scorned Piccolo roughly.
'Well, then you hold the kid!' Piccolo shot back and turned over control of his body to Nail.
Nail turned the baby over and pulled it close to his chest, resting it's head on his bicep and keeping it cradled with his other hand.
"(Like this, Piccolo,)" Nail said and turned control back to Piccolo. Piccolo looked down at the child he held so gently in his arms and nearly smiled at how it's huge dark eyes reminded him of Gohan's. The baby yawned and snuggled closer to him and fell asleep.
It was at that moment that Piccolo new what to name it.
"Flute," he said quietly and smiled.
"FLUTE!" Piccolo yelled out towards the mountains. As the echo died down, he called out again. "FLUTE!"
"Coming, Gaga!" a youthful voice called back from the rocky terrain. Within a few seconds, a small five-year-old girl leapt nimbly from ledge to ledge and landed before her father. "Hi, Gaga!"
"Don't wander like that, Flute." Piccolo scolded her. "You know better than that."
Flute looked down at the ground, "I'm sorry, Gaga."
"I'm going to train with Gohan today," Piccolo said forcefully, "With that wife and kid of his, he hardly even gets two minutes to himself. Much less to train seriously."
"Oh," Flute said. "So do I get my cape yet, Gaga?"
"Hm, no," Piccolo told her and almost laughed at the sad look that passed over her face.
"(She's just a kid,)" Nail barked at Piccolo, "( She needs to play with other kids.)"
*(The child's never even seen another person before.)* Kami added.
'Fine,' Piccolo answered them, 'I'll introduce her to Gohan.'
"(Gohan's not gonna be a suitable playmate.)" Nail scolded.
'I'll-' Piccolo was cut off by Flute who was tugging on his cape.
"Gaga," she said, pointing to a dot in the sky. "What's that?"
"That," Piccolo smiled, "Is Gohan."
Gohan landed in front of Piccolo, his huge grin plastered across his face.
"Hey, Piccolo," he laughed, "Long time, no see!"
"Yeah I call seven years a long time." Piccolo grumbled. "A lot has happened since we last met. This is Flute."
"Whadda ya mean, Piccolo?" Gohan grinned. "I don't see anyone."
"Huh?" Piccolo's eyes darted around the outcroppings looking for his adoptive daughter.
"Flute? Where did you go?!" he yelled.
"Hyyaaaaggghhhh!" Flute launched herself off a rocky ledge, aiming for Gohan's head.
Gohan spun around in time to jump out of the way of her kick, but not enough to escape the barrage of punches that followed. She dropped to the ground and stood with her arms crossed over her chest, scowling.
"A girl?" Gohan gawked, wiping the miniscule dot of blood from his lower lip. "This is Flute?"
Piccolo nodded, also scowling arms crossed.
"Ha," Gohan barked, "She looks like you. How old is she?"
"Five," Piccolo answered.
"She's very good." Gohan complimented.
"Well you're not." Flute scoffed. Piccolo gave her a gentle swat to the back of her head, scuffing up her shoulder length dark blonde hair.
"Hm," she grimaced and covered her head form any other assault.
"Gohan, I was thinking...well, Nail was thinking," he corrected, "Maybe Flute could spend a little time with Pan."
"Sure," Gohan smiled. "the kid probably needs a playmate anyway."
Piccolo smirked at Flute who was climbing the rocks to sit facing the mountains.
"She's right," Piccolo commented. "Your skills have suffered."
"Well I-" Gohan stammered. "Say, why don't you and Flute come on over for dinner, or does she just drink water like you?"
"I'm afraid that adaptation is reserved for Nameks only." Piccolo barked, "She eats like you do."
"So let's say, oh six 'o clock?" Gohan offered.
"Sure," Piccolo accepted, "But now, we train." With that the two sparred for the rest of the day, with a young Flute watching intently.
"Gaga, what's a Pan?" Flute asked innocently as she landed next to her father.
"Hi, Piccolo," Videl opened the door for the trio.
"Hi, Videl," Gohan waved.
"Dad!" Pan ran out of her room and into her father's arms. She then noticed Flute. "Daddy? Who's that?"
"My name's Flute." Flute stood proudly next to her father. "Gaga, can I go exploring?"
"Gohan?" Piccolo asked. Gohan nodded his permission. Piccolo smiled and mussed Flute's hair. Flute giggled and ran off followed by a curious Pan.
"What're you doing?" Pan asked Flute as she poked at the television.
"Trying to find this monster's head," Flute answered matter-of-factly. An evil thought entered Pan's head and she grabbed the remote.
"How far along is she with her training?" Gohan asked Piccolo. Just as Piccolo was about to answer, an ear piercing scream rang through the house.
"Daddy!" Pan wailed. "Flute's gonna blow up the tv!"
The two warriors raced to the living room where Flute was powering up to blast the television into oblivion.
"FLUTE!" Piccolo bellowed loud enough to shake the house. Flute stopped powering up and turned very slowly to face her father. "What are you doing?"
"This monster woke up and I didn't want it to-" Flute rattled off.
"Oh." Piccolo struggled to silence the laughter ringing in his head.
"(Oh, what a kid!)" Nail laughed. He was mentally rolling on the ground, holding his sides. Nail was particularly fond of Flute, and laughed at almost all of her mistakes, although he knew it was not helpful for Piccolo.
'Shut up,' Piccolo ordered the young Namek.
"...And I figured if I beat it, then it wouldn't destroy the house and besides, it's a shape changer, too." Flute was still raving on about her excuse, "It would change it's face in seconds!"
"Flute, it's ok." Gohan rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Eck! Hand's off!" Flute yelled.
"She doesn't like other people touching her." Piccolo explained.
"Obviously..." Gohan said off-handedly. "Hey! Where'd she go?"
"And look at this!" Pan turned the knob and water splashed into the sink.
"Wow...Gaga!" Flute called.
"They're in the bathroom," Gohan confirmed. Piccolo followed him to the bathroom.
"Look, Gaga, they have their own stream!" Flute pointed to the running water. "And a little pool too!" She pointed at the tub eagerly. Piccolo groaned inwardly.
'Ok, she sounds so ignorant.' he said to himself. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Flute, where'd ya go?" Gohan called. The little girl had just disappeared.
"Huh? What's this do?" Flute looked over the nozzle by the stream maker in another room. Videl turned around just as the nozzle was squeezed and water sprayed everywhere.
"FLUUUUUTE!" Videl screamed, dripping with water. "Piccolo get your kid outta my kitchen!"
Piccolo raced into the kitchen to find a drenched Videl and a dumbstruck Flute holding the water hose next to the sink.
"Oops." Flute placed the hose back into it's hole and tried to sneak past her father who was staring her down.
"Go sit down and stay there," Piccolo ordered and Flute sat where she was, in the middle of the hall.
"Go find a chair, hon," Gohan patted Flute on the head as he was inches from tripping over her. Flute glared at his hand as it left her head.
"But Gaga told me to stay," Flute told him. Piccolo picked Flute up and placed her down on the couch.
"Stay right there until it's time to eat." he told her sternly.
Flute smiled, "Ok!" She crossed her arms and legs and acquired a determined expression.
"(She's not goin' anywhere,)" Nail laughed. Piccolo smirked at his remark, for it was very true.
"When she wants to stay somewhere, she can't be moved," Piccolo explained to Gohan. (this amazing talent belonged to me((the author)) when I was at Flute's age! It can be done! This message will be deleted from the final copy.) There was a knock at the door and Gohan walked over to answer it.
"Hi, Gohan!" Trunks waved at him. Bulma waved, too.
"Oh, hi you two!" Videl peeked out of the kitchen. "Are you guys staying for dinner too?"
"Nah, we just decided to stop by on our way home," Bulma explained. "Hey, Piccolo! Haven't seen you in a while!"
Trunks was already trying to dodge Pan's advances and ended up in the living room.
"Who are you?" He asked the strange girl who was perched on the couch.
"My name's Flute." she answered.
"Hi, Flute, I'm Trunks!" he said cheerfully. She was cute in a little girlish sort of way. "Why are you sitting there?"
"Gaga told me not to move until we eat." she told him.
"Who?" Trunks scratched his head. Piccolo walked over to the two, well three if you count Pan who was sneaking up on Trunks, and handed Flute a small cookie he had snatched from the kitchen.
"Thank you, Gaga!" Flute smiled and goggled up the cookie in one gulp. "That was really good!"
"Hello, Trunks, are you staying?" Piccolo asked him.
Trunks shook his head, "No we were just in town so mom and I stopped in to say hi."
"Hm, I see."
"Gaga," Flute whispered, "Gaga."
"Yes?" Piccolo answered her.
"Can I move now?"
"No." Flute slumped back down. Trunks covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
"Trunks," Bulma called. "It's time to go honey!"
"'K, Mom!" Trunks called back. He took off for the door, stopped and waved at Flute, then followed his mother outside.
"He was nice!" Flute said with a huge smile.
"He's mine," Pan told her. Flute just looked at Pan like she was crazy.
"Kids!" Videl called "dinner's ready!" Flute raced to the kitchen but was quickly hurried out by Videl.
"No, you go sit at the table." she told the young girl. Flute cocked her head to the side. Piccolo came into the kitchen and carried his daughter to the table.
"you sit here." he told her. flute put her chin in her hands.
"You do a lot of sitting when you eat here." she grumbled. She moped a bit more until Videl brought out dinner. Flute's eyes grew wide as her portion was put on her plate.
"Itadakimasu!" she called and dug in, literally. In seconds, the food had either gone in her mouth or on her. Piccolo shook his head.
"Why don't you go give her a bath," Gohan suggested. "It's not like you're gonna eat much more than she is."
Piccolo nodded and carried her off to the bathroom. He ran the water and let Flute remove her clothes. She climbed into the water after slipping a few times on the slick surface of the tile. Piccolo left her to talk with Gohan a little, when he heard a surprised shout from Flute. Suddenly she ran out of the bathroom, stark naked and clung to her father's leg.
"Gaga! There's no stars! There's no stars! They're all gone!" she cried out. Piccolo picked up his daughter and went to the bathroom. She pointed out the window at the starless sky. The city lights had drowned them out.
"The stars will be there when we get back home," he assured her and placed her back in the water.
"Wash my hair for me please?" she asked him. Piccolo smiled at her and nodded. He looked at the bottles of soap on the side of the bath, trying to decide which one would be to wash hair. He shrugged and put a little of everything in his large hand. He lathered the soap in her hair then let her wash it out. Then he dried her off with a nearby towel and replaced her clothes, which still had a bit of rice on them, but he could have that taken care of when they returned home. Which was quite soon.
"Goodnight, Gaga," Flute yawned and curled up in her father's arms and slept through the flight home.
"Bye Piccolo," Gohan smiled. "Come again, ok?"
Piccolo nodded and took off, holding his daughter close to his body. After they touched down on the soft ground, Piccolo put Flute into her makeshift moss bed and tried to unlatch her from his waist. It was no use so he sat down cross legged with Flute nestled in the nest his legs made. Hew slept this way until morning.
Flute opened her eyes to the rising sun and yawned. She looked up at her father and grinned. He sat stone faced and peaceful.
*insert further fiction here*
six years later--------
Piccolo threw a flurry of kicks and punches at his daughter, which she expertly blocked and returned. Piccolo yelled and punched hard and Flute missed the block, causing his punch to follow through and hit one of the two newly developing lumps on her chest.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed and held her chest tightly. "Oh, kuso! That hurts! Oh chikusho, Gaga, why'd you do that?"
Piccolo flew over to her and placed a hand on her back. "Are you ok?"
"No!" she groaned, "Kami, that hurts more than anything I've ever felt before!"
Piccolo crossed his arms, "I think it's time for a break."
Aggghhhhh! I'm stuck! But I actually am working on the next part of this. I have just been...unavailable for a while.
Rating: For now it's G
Disclaimer: Flute is MINE I TELL YOU! ALL MINE! *ahem* But Piccolo is not, sadly, nor any characters from DBZ. *sniffle*
Piccolo levitated over one of his favorite meditation spots. The minnows raced each other upstream while a leaf floated down. Piccolo opened his eyes to watch a salamander slither into the giggling water and cling to the water grass growing from the bank. He closed his eyes again, but a moment later, a ship streaked across the northern sky and landed on the surface with a huge BOOM! Shaken from his meditation with no hope of getting started again, Piccolo decided to investigate.
He peeked cautiously over the edge of the huge crater and stared at the egg-shaped pod. He wandered down the slope to the ship and touched the outside, thinking of how to get in.
"(Whatever is in there, I'm sure it'll come out when it wants to,)" Nail told Piccolo.
As if to prove his point, the hatch appeared and opened very slowly.
"WAAAHHHHH!!!" Piccolo heard the creature before he saw it. The tiny baby clutched blindly at the open air and wailed loudly. Piccolo covered his sensitive ears in a vain attempt to block the sound. He lifted the child up by the leg and gave it the once over.
"Gah gee," it cooed and smiled at him, holding onto the blanket wrapped loosely around it's shoulders.
"(That's not how you hold a baby, baka!)" Nail scorned Piccolo roughly.
'Well, then you hold the kid!' Piccolo shot back and turned over control of his body to Nail.
Nail turned the baby over and pulled it close to his chest, resting it's head on his bicep and keeping it cradled with his other hand.
"(Like this, Piccolo,)" Nail said and turned control back to Piccolo. Piccolo looked down at the child he held so gently in his arms and nearly smiled at how it's huge dark eyes reminded him of Gohan's. The baby yawned and snuggled closer to him and fell asleep.
It was at that moment that Piccolo new what to name it.
"Flute," he said quietly and smiled.
"FLUTE!" Piccolo yelled out towards the mountains. As the echo died down, he called out again. "FLUTE!"
"Coming, Gaga!" a youthful voice called back from the rocky terrain. Within a few seconds, a small five-year-old girl leapt nimbly from ledge to ledge and landed before her father. "Hi, Gaga!"
"Don't wander like that, Flute." Piccolo scolded her. "You know better than that."
Flute looked down at the ground, "I'm sorry, Gaga."
"I'm going to train with Gohan today," Piccolo said forcefully, "With that wife and kid of his, he hardly even gets two minutes to himself. Much less to train seriously."
"Oh," Flute said. "So do I get my cape yet, Gaga?"
"Hm, no," Piccolo told her and almost laughed at the sad look that passed over her face.
"(She's just a kid,)" Nail barked at Piccolo, "( She needs to play with other kids.)"
*(The child's never even seen another person before.)* Kami added.
'Fine,' Piccolo answered them, 'I'll introduce her to Gohan.'
"(Gohan's not gonna be a suitable playmate.)" Nail scolded.
'I'll-' Piccolo was cut off by Flute who was tugging on his cape.
"Gaga," she said, pointing to a dot in the sky. "What's that?"
"That," Piccolo smiled, "Is Gohan."
Gohan landed in front of Piccolo, his huge grin plastered across his face.
"Hey, Piccolo," he laughed, "Long time, no see!"
"Yeah I call seven years a long time." Piccolo grumbled. "A lot has happened since we last met. This is Flute."
"Whadda ya mean, Piccolo?" Gohan grinned. "I don't see anyone."
"Huh?" Piccolo's eyes darted around the outcroppings looking for his adoptive daughter.
"Flute? Where did you go?!" he yelled.
"Hyyaaaaggghhhh!" Flute launched herself off a rocky ledge, aiming for Gohan's head.
Gohan spun around in time to jump out of the way of her kick, but not enough to escape the barrage of punches that followed. She dropped to the ground and stood with her arms crossed over her chest, scowling.
"A girl?" Gohan gawked, wiping the miniscule dot of blood from his lower lip. "This is Flute?"
Piccolo nodded, also scowling arms crossed.
"Ha," Gohan barked, "She looks like you. How old is she?"
"Five," Piccolo answered.
"She's very good." Gohan complimented.
"Well you're not." Flute scoffed. Piccolo gave her a gentle swat to the back of her head, scuffing up her shoulder length dark blonde hair.
"Hm," she grimaced and covered her head form any other assault.
"Gohan, I was thinking...well, Nail was thinking," he corrected, "Maybe Flute could spend a little time with Pan."
"Sure," Gohan smiled. "the kid probably needs a playmate anyway."
Piccolo smirked at Flute who was climbing the rocks to sit facing the mountains.
"She's right," Piccolo commented. "Your skills have suffered."
"Well I-" Gohan stammered. "Say, why don't you and Flute come on over for dinner, or does she just drink water like you?"
"I'm afraid that adaptation is reserved for Nameks only." Piccolo barked, "She eats like you do."
"So let's say, oh six 'o clock?" Gohan offered.
"Sure," Piccolo accepted, "But now, we train." With that the two sparred for the rest of the day, with a young Flute watching intently.
"Gaga, what's a Pan?" Flute asked innocently as she landed next to her father.
"Hi, Piccolo," Videl opened the door for the trio.
"Hi, Videl," Gohan waved.
"Dad!" Pan ran out of her room and into her father's arms. She then noticed Flute. "Daddy? Who's that?"
"My name's Flute." Flute stood proudly next to her father. "Gaga, can I go exploring?"
"Gohan?" Piccolo asked. Gohan nodded his permission. Piccolo smiled and mussed Flute's hair. Flute giggled and ran off followed by a curious Pan.
"What're you doing?" Pan asked Flute as she poked at the television.
"Trying to find this monster's head," Flute answered matter-of-factly. An evil thought entered Pan's head and she grabbed the remote.
"How far along is she with her training?" Gohan asked Piccolo. Just as Piccolo was about to answer, an ear piercing scream rang through the house.
"Daddy!" Pan wailed. "Flute's gonna blow up the tv!"
The two warriors raced to the living room where Flute was powering up to blast the television into oblivion.
"FLUTE!" Piccolo bellowed loud enough to shake the house. Flute stopped powering up and turned very slowly to face her father. "What are you doing?"
"This monster woke up and I didn't want it to-" Flute rattled off.
"Oh." Piccolo struggled to silence the laughter ringing in his head.
"(Oh, what a kid!)" Nail laughed. He was mentally rolling on the ground, holding his sides. Nail was particularly fond of Flute, and laughed at almost all of her mistakes, although he knew it was not helpful for Piccolo.
'Shut up,' Piccolo ordered the young Namek.
"...And I figured if I beat it, then it wouldn't destroy the house and besides, it's a shape changer, too." Flute was still raving on about her excuse, "It would change it's face in seconds!"
"Flute, it's ok." Gohan rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Eck! Hand's off!" Flute yelled.
"She doesn't like other people touching her." Piccolo explained.
"Obviously..." Gohan said off-handedly. "Hey! Where'd she go?"
"And look at this!" Pan turned the knob and water splashed into the sink.
"Wow...Gaga!" Flute called.
"They're in the bathroom," Gohan confirmed. Piccolo followed him to the bathroom.
"Look, Gaga, they have their own stream!" Flute pointed to the running water. "And a little pool too!" She pointed at the tub eagerly. Piccolo groaned inwardly.
'Ok, she sounds so ignorant.' he said to himself. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Flute, where'd ya go?" Gohan called. The little girl had just disappeared.
"Huh? What's this do?" Flute looked over the nozzle by the stream maker in another room. Videl turned around just as the nozzle was squeezed and water sprayed everywhere.
"FLUUUUUTE!" Videl screamed, dripping with water. "Piccolo get your kid outta my kitchen!"
Piccolo raced into the kitchen to find a drenched Videl and a dumbstruck Flute holding the water hose next to the sink.
"Oops." Flute placed the hose back into it's hole and tried to sneak past her father who was staring her down.
"Go sit down and stay there," Piccolo ordered and Flute sat where she was, in the middle of the hall.
"Go find a chair, hon," Gohan patted Flute on the head as he was inches from tripping over her. Flute glared at his hand as it left her head.
"But Gaga told me to stay," Flute told him. Piccolo picked Flute up and placed her down on the couch.
"Stay right there until it's time to eat." he told her sternly.
Flute smiled, "Ok!" She crossed her arms and legs and acquired a determined expression.
"(She's not goin' anywhere,)" Nail laughed. Piccolo smirked at his remark, for it was very true.
"When she wants to stay somewhere, she can't be moved," Piccolo explained to Gohan. (this amazing talent belonged to me((the author)) when I was at Flute's age! It can be done! This message will be deleted from the final copy.) There was a knock at the door and Gohan walked over to answer it.
"Hi, Gohan!" Trunks waved at him. Bulma waved, too.
"Oh, hi you two!" Videl peeked out of the kitchen. "Are you guys staying for dinner too?"
"Nah, we just decided to stop by on our way home," Bulma explained. "Hey, Piccolo! Haven't seen you in a while!"
Trunks was already trying to dodge Pan's advances and ended up in the living room.
"Who are you?" He asked the strange girl who was perched on the couch.
"My name's Flute." she answered.
"Hi, Flute, I'm Trunks!" he said cheerfully. She was cute in a little girlish sort of way. "Why are you sitting there?"
"Gaga told me not to move until we eat." she told him.
"Who?" Trunks scratched his head. Piccolo walked over to the two, well three if you count Pan who was sneaking up on Trunks, and handed Flute a small cookie he had snatched from the kitchen.
"Thank you, Gaga!" Flute smiled and goggled up the cookie in one gulp. "That was really good!"
"Hello, Trunks, are you staying?" Piccolo asked him.
Trunks shook his head, "No we were just in town so mom and I stopped in to say hi."
"Hm, I see."
"Gaga," Flute whispered, "Gaga."
"Yes?" Piccolo answered her.
"Can I move now?"
"No." Flute slumped back down. Trunks covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
"Trunks," Bulma called. "It's time to go honey!"
"'K, Mom!" Trunks called back. He took off for the door, stopped and waved at Flute, then followed his mother outside.
"He was nice!" Flute said with a huge smile.
"He's mine," Pan told her. Flute just looked at Pan like she was crazy.
"Kids!" Videl called "dinner's ready!" Flute raced to the kitchen but was quickly hurried out by Videl.
"No, you go sit at the table." she told the young girl. Flute cocked her head to the side. Piccolo came into the kitchen and carried his daughter to the table.
"you sit here." he told her. flute put her chin in her hands.
"You do a lot of sitting when you eat here." she grumbled. She moped a bit more until Videl brought out dinner. Flute's eyes grew wide as her portion was put on her plate.
"Itadakimasu!" she called and dug in, literally. In seconds, the food had either gone in her mouth or on her. Piccolo shook his head.
"Why don't you go give her a bath," Gohan suggested. "It's not like you're gonna eat much more than she is."
Piccolo nodded and carried her off to the bathroom. He ran the water and let Flute remove her clothes. She climbed into the water after slipping a few times on the slick surface of the tile. Piccolo left her to talk with Gohan a little, when he heard a surprised shout from Flute. Suddenly she ran out of the bathroom, stark naked and clung to her father's leg.
"Gaga! There's no stars! There's no stars! They're all gone!" she cried out. Piccolo picked up his daughter and went to the bathroom. She pointed out the window at the starless sky. The city lights had drowned them out.
"The stars will be there when we get back home," he assured her and placed her back in the water.
"Wash my hair for me please?" she asked him. Piccolo smiled at her and nodded. He looked at the bottles of soap on the side of the bath, trying to decide which one would be to wash hair. He shrugged and put a little of everything in his large hand. He lathered the soap in her hair then let her wash it out. Then he dried her off with a nearby towel and replaced her clothes, which still had a bit of rice on them, but he could have that taken care of when they returned home. Which was quite soon.
"Goodnight, Gaga," Flute yawned and curled up in her father's arms and slept through the flight home.
"Bye Piccolo," Gohan smiled. "Come again, ok?"
Piccolo nodded and took off, holding his daughter close to his body. After they touched down on the soft ground, Piccolo put Flute into her makeshift moss bed and tried to unlatch her from his waist. It was no use so he sat down cross legged with Flute nestled in the nest his legs made. Hew slept this way until morning.
Flute opened her eyes to the rising sun and yawned. She looked up at her father and grinned. He sat stone faced and peaceful.
*insert further fiction here*
six years later--------
Piccolo threw a flurry of kicks and punches at his daughter, which she expertly blocked and returned. Piccolo yelled and punched hard and Flute missed the block, causing his punch to follow through and hit one of the two newly developing lumps on her chest.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed and held her chest tightly. "Oh, kuso! That hurts! Oh chikusho, Gaga, why'd you do that?"
Piccolo flew over to her and placed a hand on her back. "Are you ok?"
"No!" she groaned, "Kami, that hurts more than anything I've ever felt before!"
Piccolo crossed his arms, "I think it's time for a break."
Aggghhhhh! I'm stuck! But I actually am working on the next part of this. I have just been...unavailable for a while.